Friday, October 31, 2014

LAURA ADORES HALLOWEEN


Laura, that would be the lovely lady dressed as a Playboy Bunny, reminded me that this is her most favourite holiday.  Must run in the family.  The HUGE woman in the center of the snap is her brother Ron and the lady with the Balloons is her sister Stwyla.

Waikiki can be rather fun on Halloween.  The visiting party seekers buy into the fun massively.

Rumour has it that Ron is having a sale of costumes and more than like will sit down in car park until he gets all of the cash available from last minute shoppers.

Fond memories...

HALLOWEEN THOUGHTS

Here it is the big day.  Wonder how many known to will venture forth in costume?

The weirdest Halloween ever was one in Honolulu ages ago.  Yes, dressing up in Hawaii is as real big deal.

Anyway, a friend owned a bar in Waikiki that catered to Marines and Sailors.  Decidedly a very butch bar.  I had got mates to dress me up a "The Devil", looked rather wicked I did.

The drinks were flowing and it was my job to empty the tip jar, in order that the one dollar bills stayed in circulation.  Folks were just throwing tips at the barkeeps.

Anyway, the pub was filled with all of these young military types, drinking like there was no tomorrow.  They had a DJ playing songs to keep the mood going.  Gobsmacked I was when, Village People's 'YMCA' blasted out across the bar.  More gobsmacked when I saw all of the butch military chaps form a 'conga' line and start to prance round the bar singing that song.  It was such a magic moment that they repeated the song to keep the spirits flowing.  I was a sight to behold.

Never had another Halloween like that night.  I remember one of the Marines told me that he was going to bed me and claim that The Devil made him do it.  Needless to say, I did not take up on his offer.  I was flattered.  Mind, it was ages ago and I was a pretty young thing...

Happy Halloween


Given that sweets are so expensive, it may take all night...

Thursday, October 30, 2014

SHARING IS GOOD FOR HEALTH

Don't tell Scrooge - but people who are tight with their money are more likely to suffer stress than those who are generous.

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DRESSING UP

 My good mate, James forwarded a snap of himself in his work costume.  Seems his new job required him to protect self.  Not quite sure what it is but it must be right nasty.  James saves on a costume this year as he and the children will be walking the road in this costume.  Folks will more than like throw loads of treats his was...
 The old geezer can not let James get the best of this Halloween.  I am going to be stepping out dressed in this lovely costume.  Quite clever what one can do with a few plastic bags...
This is MOI on Halloween 2008.  I was Caesar...  Talk about 'fancy dress'...

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

PARTY TIME


DICHOTOMOUS ANDY




A politician (from Greek "polis") is an individual who is involved in influencing public decision making. This includes people who hold decision-making positions in government, and people who seek those positions, whether by means of election, coup d'état, appointment, electoral fraud, conquest, right of inheritance or other means.

My dears, to say that MOI was a fan of Supervisor Andy Vasquez when first laid eyes on would be a load of tosh.  To the contrary, anything but, and a favoured quote about politicians sprang to fore of me loaf;

"Whoever makes two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow where only one grew before, deserves better of mankind, and does more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together."Jonathan Swift

It was at the 'Ice Cream Social' held at complex lived in August of 2009, Andy showed up late and totally ignored MOI.  Being full of hubris, yes, this old geezer has such moments, it seemed to confirm all that had been said of Andy and his appointment to the Board of Supervisors by the sitting governor to fill a vacancy.

Another politician had been foisted upon the local community by political grace and favour, not merit.  Another chap who would crawl over our backs to land in a more brilliant political office when the time was right.  What difference would come about by another uncaring soul who would ignore the blight of the community, Linda in particular?

The problem with hubris is that one is oft wrong and history has a way of making sure that the sin of is brought to light.  Pray forgive MOI for having sinned against Andy.  Mind, I do not agree with all that Supervisor Vasquez supports, the USPS problem springs to mind.  I have got to know the man that Andy Vasquez is and want to share what I know of him with me mates local and they that follow me political leanings from afar.

Some bio on Andy;

Andy Vasquez served seven years in the Marine Corps 65-72, 18 months in Vietnam.  Fancy that.  Who would have thought Andy was a Marine, he does not look like 'John Wayne'.  Right, John Wayne was not one either, just an actor playing a role, one that is no piece of theatre for Andy.  War is hell and one has to respect the courage displayed by Andy.  Andy was a computer programmer for seven years. That was a shocker to learn, Andy is far from coming off as a nerd, no wall flower our Andy be.  Since 1975, he has been self employed in the spa industry, solar sales and installation, insulation sales, computer consulting, auto mechanical industry, automotive equipment repair business and direct mail advertising, covering Arizona, California, Oregon, Washington, and New Mexico.  Talk about a 'jack of all trades'.  There must be a whole country of dirt on his wellies as well, Andy had been round a bit.  In 2002, he received his first U.S. Patent. Andy's design significantly improved performance of the equipment he repaired.  This be the part that has this old geezer gobsmacked.  Who would have thought that Andy was a 'Ben Franklin'?


Andy graduated from the Yuba County Police Academy at Yuba Community College at age 59 and has served as a Reserve Deputy Sheriff since 2004. He currently serves on the Juvenile Justice Commission and Chairs the Methamphetamine Awareness Committee.  He is a member of the Yuba County Republican Committee and a lifetime member of the VFW, life member of DAV, member of American Legion.

Andy Vasquez has a bit to crow about.  Mind, being one who is not shy meself, admire a man who can fess up to being bloody brilliant.

Much said so far is common knowledge.  Allow MOI to enlighten the dear deader of what is not so commonly known about Andy.

Andy is passionately in his desire to help the children of Linda and all of Yuba County to be the most brilliant possible.  Taking time from busy schedule has him coming to road with cash, from own pocket, to contribute to the purchase of much needed school supplies for the poor children of community.  Matching amount from this old geezer a massive amount of supplies were made available at start of school year.

Knowing that there is much need in community, Andy has championed the cause of a local church in feeding the poor.  Making sure that folks who might not otherwise have a holiday meal, got one.  Not just one holiday but all, even going so far to make sure that support was given to help with the feeding of poor during the times when we tend to forget, the days that fall between holidays.

The 'Christmas Miracle of Linda' was made more brilliant with Andy giving of self to ensure that a homeless family was made whole again.

Andy came round before Christmas and visited with a chap who is bed bound, he is on Hospice and will not be long with us.  Andy got a small Christmas Tree, decorated with brilliant ornaments, to brighten the living room for the chap.  Even had his lovely wife bake cookies for.  Regular 'Father Christmas', Andy be.

Andy loathes drugs as much as this old geezer and has been a massive support in the effort to right the road, community and complex in Linda.  Takes personal interest in trying to show that what may have been thought of Linda is not true.  Drugs are NOT a way of life in Linda.

More oft than not Andy is first one to reply to emails for help from this old geezer.  Andy does not try to ignore pleas for help.  Many being 'au fait' with me style, know that this old geezer bangs out emails quite early.  Andy is up early as well and reads AND responds.  Andy had the cheek to suggest that this old geezer was one of the night creatures that hang from the ceiling of caves.  A giggle was had at that suggestion.

In planning the massive Block Party for May 8th, 2010, Andy was first to RSVP.  Have no doubt that LINDA DRUG OUT will be massive, due in no small way to Andy's support.

Oft can Andy been seen in wee hours of morn headed to local eatery to take part in weekly meeting of the Lions Club.  No small thing when you consider how packed schedule be.

Truth be told, this old geezer could go on and on about what has been learned about the man that Andy be.  Not wanting the whole world to think MOI has gone 'gooey' on Andy will have to leave some facts left out of this reportage.  Time enough to re-visit them at a later date.

Andy may not come from a long line of Republicans like MOI, the DeFrees Family is well known in Republican circles, but is is most brilliant nevertheless.  No one is perfect and he can always bask in me reflected glory as a SAR and being related to one who knew Lincoln up close and personal.

As these thing go, Andy may well not like what has been said of.  That is just the way of it, from my lips to the ears of the hoi polloi...

Andy is still very much a part of the local scene.  Still sits on the Board of Supervisors.  Still trying to make a difference.

I have been blessed to meet some brilliant folks.  Andy is one of the more brilliant.  A most superior person...

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

'SO, WHAT IS YOUR STORY?'


This old geezer was somewhat taken aback when asked recently the question posed in the heading used in the heading of this morning's post.  It came to pass that the chap who did the asking was rather curious.  Gave me pause it did.

Having a think on the matter got this old geezer to realize that a little background was due to all of the new readers of this very public diary.

Most of me life was spent thinking there was no history to go with the name on the birth certificate.  Discoveries later in life gave the knowledge of parentage and some satisfaction as to how MOI came to be.  There were few colourful details to attach to the name 'DeFrees', a name this old geezer held no great affection for.

Then a very strange thing came about due to being discovered on the INTERNET.  A cousin, third cousin twice removed, wrote to MOI and offered to fill in many of the blanks.  It seems, this cousin, third cousin twice removed, had written a book about the 'DeFrees' family.  Fancy that...

Being a closet historian, this cousin had tracked the line quite fully and had found me place in the scheme of it all.

Allow MOI to share;

".......the 250-year spanning DeFrees family that is the subject of this book encapsulates the history of the United States. While some of his family were loyalist, Joseph Hutton DeFrees himself fought beside the colonists against England in the American Revolution(this brilliant chap served the entire 7 years of struggle and was captured 3 times and captured a British Man-of-War with 4 fellow prisoners)........He named his last born after 3rd President of the United States."


"...........The DeFrees family fought in the War of 1812.........they were farmers,millers,printers,lawyers,journalists,tradesmen,COMMUNITY ACTIVISTS, and politicians(3 served in US Congress).........they sought gold in California in 1849...........harboured refugees from slavery along the Underground Railroad...........cousins fighting cousins during the Civil War. Two were present at Ford's Theatre, the night of April 14,1864, and heard the shot that killed Lincoln."

"..........they are among the causalities of the Plains Indian Wars............served in the Spanish-American War. They worked on the building of the Panama Canal.............descendants of the Revolution War veteran fought in WWI, they served and died at Normandy and the Pacific, Vietnam, Afghanistan and descendants of the American Revolutionary War hero are even now serving in Iraq........."

The blood that flows in my veins is thick with patriotism for America. The genes  blessed with have made me fight for social change and to try and raise the bar of civic pride. For my self and my fellow Americans. It is what I do. It is why I will continue to challenge public employees, place myself in harm's way.

When I was growing up in an orphanage I was clueless that I came from such a brilliant American family or that me roots go so deep in England.

Reading of that family made me aware of where some of my personality traits came from and explained much. I cried when presented with the book and one will never know the joy felt by me at having now a family to lay claim to, even if many are dead, and many of the members of the family are spread all over the United States.I will tell true it just allowed me to crow a bit about being so bloody brilliant, and me mates have suffered with me sense of self for some time. Right proud to feel that my family has been a part of what has made this country so great AND to know how the anglophile in MOI came to be.

All of which proves one thing. Many wondrous things can come to you, you just never know from what quarter they may arrive from. You have to hang in there and believe that tomorrow will be better than today.

For this old geezer it was worth the wait.

There is one old geezer in the family who knew Blackbeard the pirate, and lived to be 108 years and 4 days old. Another member of family stayed true to the Crown and went on to serve in Royal Navy for many years, receiving high honour from Queen Anne.

John D. DeFrees was friend to many presidents and a close and personal friend to President Lincoln. Was first Printer of United States, and was famous as a writer and newspaper owner. Some credit him for being one of the founders of the Republican Party.

The cousin, third cousin twice removed ( I do so love that usage) was a professor of languages, taught Latin & Greek he did.  Seemed not at all surprised to discover that this old geezer was who he was, felt it came with the genes...

There you have it, another label to place on the battered old tin that be 'Robert',accent in French...

Monday, October 27, 2014

BIRTHDAY THOUGHTS

Another way of looking at it is to think of how many cigarettes have been smoked...

Just think of how many nappies you have to use...

There will be many special birthday messages received from your admirers...


Putting it another way, just drink a massive cuppa and be wired for the events of the day...

WELCOME TO THE OLD GEEZER CLUB

Time has caught up with my friend...

HAPPY 64TH BIRTHDAY

This goes out to date friend on his special day.  May he enjoy his special moment...

Sunday, October 26, 2014

MOBILE MADNESS

The mobile pictured is not to favour any one over the other.  Just happened to be a picture I was able to capture about mobiles.

Truth be told I loathe mobiles.  My severe hearing loss may have something to do with it.  Rather think it goes much deeper.  Let me explain.

Whilst I love keeping in touch with mates, the mobile is not my most favoured way to do it.  Face to face is still a lovely way to chat.

Every time I go out to eat, I am gobsmacked at the number of people who sit at table with a fork in one hand and a mobile in the other.  Whole families, each checking to see if they are missing out on something whilst they dine with family.  You see them in queues holding the device and barely aware of the people round.  More wicked are the ones who get to the cashier and take much time to pay, as they are trying to do two things at once.

It is not just at the restaurant, it is everywhere.

When did the mobile take over?  When did we become so important that we had to be connected 24/7?

I have a mobile.  Rather cheap one.  It has so many features that I do not know where to begin.

One of the features is a camera.  I have yet to figure out how the bloody thing works.

The mobile has become so important that the government has a programme that allows poor folks to get one and be able to communicate with other poor people.

I did mention that I have a mobile.  Got the bloody thing so that I could dial 911 if I had a problem.  So far no problems.

I find that I use the mobile to check the time.  Ring up folks known who live far away.

I do not text.  I can but have yet not figured out how to do it.  Right, I am not daft, more than like could do if set my mind to.  I refuse to.

I have a mailbox.  Never bothered to set it up and it drives folks made when they can not leave a message.  What would be the point, I barely hear on the bloody thing and the last thing I want to do is wear meself out trying to figure out what someone wanted to tell me that was not very important in the first place.

I can use the device to surf the internet.  I do not.  Rather sit at my brilliant machine and see what I am reading on a full screen.

I am gobsmacked at folks buying a new device ever time there is a new one available.  The cost a lot.  What happens to the old devices?

The mobile I have is not the most advanced.  It is over a year old and was on sale.  I will more than like use it until it dies or I drop it into the loo.

I am still very much in love with the telephone in my home.  The old fashioned kind that is attached to the wall with a wire.  I favour this as it comes with a programme that makes the sould easier to hear, and it has a light that alerts me to an incoming call.  I try to get most who know me to ring me on it.

Mind, I am still impressed when mates put their devices to ear and say; "Where is nearest Italian Restaurant" or "How many miles is it to where ever".  Impressive.  Right, I almost forgot, they are able to take brilliant photos with their devices and email them to me.   Brilliant...

La Vie En Rose - NEIGHBOURS REMEMBERED

The Bernardi Home - 227 N Calaveras Street, Fresno, California

My dears, some of the tales to be told about the road once lived on take more than a few words to tell. The tale of the home in the snap is just such a tale.

Long before there was a Downtown Czar, before Mayor Swearengin made promises, Council President Cynthia Sterling came to grace the City Council and MOI set foot on the road now lived, there was the legend of Adam and Edna Bernardi. So powerful is the tale of the Bernardis that it is suggested that you get comfy and have a cuppa, to settle in with this read. It will be a long one, there is no quick way to tell this tale.

MOI gets many stories in the mail about the road once lived on. Seems that Calaveras is a road that many from the past remember in a different light than the one now shining down upon it. For some time, this old geezer has held off, waiting for just the right time to tell the tale known to him for some time. With the new Mayor of Fresno in place and the changing of presidents in Washington tomorrow, it seemed just the time to tell.

In 1994, the Fresno Bee, our local newspaper, ran a story, written by Dennis Pollock. What follows is that story.

"Linnets are gone, but the Bernardis are determined to stay" by Dennis Pollock

Little songbirds called house linnets used to nest in the small wooden houses Adam Bernardi tacked into the corners of his front porch on Calaveras Street.

But the blue jays chased the linnets away.

"The jays got into their nests and killed the young," Bernardi said. "The linnets left. We hated to lose them. They still come back sometimes.......to give us a song."

Unlike those linnets, Adam and Edna Bernardi are not about to relocate.

The Bernardis have lived at 227 Calaveras Street for 48 years in a neighborhood where hate and hope have done a balancing act in recent years.

The Bernardis have seen many longtime neighbors leave over the decades, "sometimes without even saying goodbye," Adam Bernardi said.

Adam recalls peering through blinds that look out of his porch and seeing a murder across the street about five years.

'They beat the man to death with boards," he said.

In the face of such grim events, the Bernardis have kept their own song alive and are heartened by recent efforts to turn the neighborhood around.

Those efforts have included installation of pole lights along Calaveras by church groups, refurbishing of some historic homes and stepped-up enforcement against slumlords.

"Hello, how are you?" Edna Bernardi said to a woman from a nearby halfway house as she walked by.

"I'm OK," the woman said, "as long as I stay away from these wild people, I'm OK.

"People beat on me sometimes. I think I need to learn Karate."

"That's a good idea," Adam told her.

"Sure," said Edna.

A little stretch of Calaveras has been Edna Bernardi's home for close to 70 of her 83 years.

She was a child when her parents moved into the house two doors down, at 209 Calaveras, and a young woman when she and Adam married and moved into 227 Calaveras.

Decades ago, she said, the houses were owned by "doctors, teachers, city employees and business people."

Now, it's mostly lower-income, transient residents.

Edna Bernardi taught school for 20 years in rural Madera and in Fresno. Adam Bernardi was a mail carrier for 37 years. They raised a daughter.

The couple's first foray into local politics came only in recent years with involvement with the neighborhood association.

"Sometimes you get such a negative response from the city, it dashes your hopes," Edna Bernardi said, "Then you see some things happen and you start feeling better..........

"We stay here because it is home. We know there is hope....... we will have a neighborhood we can all enjoy."

"Adam and I have been asked to keep a record and to give up two hours a month to our block," Edna Bernardi said.

"We've been talking about what we're going to do, and we're going to work on the alley.

"We have this beautiful alley. It took 50 years before the city put this lovely alley in. We're going to educate the transient population on what to do with the trash. We're going to divide up that alley, and we'll take a third of it. On Tuesdays and Fridays, we'll go out and sweep and clean up around the cans."

A couple, residents of the halfway house, ride up Calaveras on a bicycle. The driver is a large, bearded fellow wearing shorts and combat boots. He's giving a ride to a dishwater blond perched on the handlebars.

They wave.

The Bernardis wave back.

Sometimes the blue just squawk.

Sometimes the linnet sings.

20 years have almost passed since Dennis Pollock wrote that story. The Fresno Bee has told many stories about Calaveras Street over the years. MOI knows as he has done his homework. Whatever the Fresno Bee is, is surely must be remembered for trying to educate folks in Fresno about Calaveras Street.  Sadly, there are many met who tell MOI that they never read the local newspaper. Hubris that is! How can one know what is going on in the community if one never reads about it?

Did you catch the part about 'negative' response from 'Silly Hall"?  Bloody hell, all these years later and the elected officials at 'Silly Hall" are still much the same. Council President Sterling is loathe to set foot on road as she might have to see that she has not been a good councilperson. When Mayor Swearengin was running for office, she did not come onto road and has yet to accept the invite to. Still waiting for the new Downtown Czar, Craig Scharton to come. In case all of the aforementioned missed it, Calaveras is DOWNTOWN.

The alley is still brilliant. It has not had good fortune, despite the efforts of the Bernardis to get neighbours to keep it a safe alley and clean, that has not been always the case. MOI tries to do as the Bernardis but the pleas to neighbours to co-operate fall on deaf ears.

The daughter that Adam and Edna Bernardi raised is still a part of the community. Anita is her name. Anita still owns the two houses mentioned in the Fresno Bee story. Adam and Edna raised a most brilliant child. Anita has been a supporter from day one of this old geezer. The hope that her parents had for Calaveras is still her dream, her passion. Anita has fought the good fight for a very long time.

MOI has had the good fortune to have Anita become one of his dearest mates. MOI adores the lovely lady. Anita reminds MOI of an aging hippie who still believes in LOVE and HOPE. Anita still drives the first motor got. It was a Comet! Anita got it for a graduation present in 1964 and it still runs. Talk about making things last.

Anita has been a landlord that cares. Her attention to conditions at homes owned is blatant for all to see. Both homes are in good repair. A credit to the road they are. It is not easy to be as Anita is as a landlord. JDHOMES is largest property owner in community and the biggest slumlord. They are a blight on the road and in the community. They will rent to anyone, they do not care. Anita is not that sort of person. Edna and Adam raised a lovely lady who believes in doing right. For the road. The community. Anita is a credit to her parents.

Anita is fixing up 227 N Calaveras, it has been vacant for some time. The last tenant did not treat the home with care. Much was broken inside, and that is on top of the cooker and other things having gone missing when they departed. Extreme Makeover is not going to come down and repair, or give Anita new appliances. With pluck, Anita has gone about making right the damage that was done. A true fighter, Anita is. Adam and Edna's home is going to be available for rent. Anita is looking for a good tenant. Feel free to let MOI know if any reading are looking for a new home. Anita is not going to rent to just anyone. Has to be one who will be a good addition to the road. A person or family that cares.

My dears, you ask why MOI fights for the road. You need ask no more. With Anita as a mate it is easy to continue to do it.

Adam and Edna have left us, but their spirit remains to this day. Surely the must be looking down on Calaveras ans smiling. MOI hopes that they see that the linnets have returned to the road. Surely they must hear the songs they sing each day on the road. The promise made is that MOI will continue to fight for Calaveras. In time, Mayor Swearengin, Craig Scharton and Council President might be blessed to hear the linnets singing on Calaveras and come to know that to ignore this road is to remain ignorant of what Fresno is truly about.

Adam and Edna Bernardi........................gone but never forgot.


The old geezer wrote this tale in 2009.  Sadly, Anita tells the old geezer that YOBS backed up a rubbish bin to property in the alley and set ablaze.   Did major damage to property.  Anita and the memory of her parents deserve better.  It makes me so very sad to hear this latest news from a very troubled road.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

CHICAGO HISTORY FOR SALE

The former Chicago family home of gangster Al Capone where he was living when became one of the richest gangsters in history has been put on sale for $225,000.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2807597/Make-offer-t-refuse-Al-Capone-s-Chicago-home-market-225-000.html#ixzz3HBf32ZNh
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BIRTHDAYS BOTHER SOME


I get uncomfortable when people give me presents and watch me open them. I don't have birthday parties, because the idea of a group of people singing and looking at me while I'm blowing out candles gives me hives.

Truth be told, the above thoughts do not apply to the old geezer.  I start my campaign months before the big event to ensure that there will be loot on my big day.

I have a very dear mate who will be celebrating his birthday on Monday.  He would rather ignore the event.  Not bloody likely with the likes of me around.  

LOO COMFORT


Fess up.  This 'chair' for the loo is a bit much.

Truth be told, I know a few folks who go to the loo and sit for hours.  They take a book into and seem to enjoy sitting reading and not being bothered by the fumes that must fill the air.  Never been able to figure that one out.  I am the sort who sits. dumps and flushes so fast there is barely enough time to read a matchbook...

Mind, there are some who have telephone, television and play station in the loo.

Friday, October 24, 2014

SMILES



A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he cannot get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it. Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give. ~Author Unknown





Thursday, October 23, 2014

Vogel der Nacht (Bird of Night) Harmonica by Harproli

FRIENDS DO HELP


Right, the snap is a bit of a giggle.  Or is it?

Truth be told, whilst friends have never helped me take a pee, they have helped me do so many thing in life that were far more important.  Is it not true for most?  How many times was a friend there for you when you needed it most?

Were it not for friends, who knows what would have happened to the old geezer.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT 'ME'...





Being 'au fait' as readers of me blog tend to be, they realize that what this old geezer writes about is LIFE.  Life that is seen through me eyes and lived, imperfect at times, but still lived.

However difficult life is at times, one is constantly amazed at how oft the door of opportunity swings open and begs one to have the courage to venture through that door.

Some time back, the old geezer took to the road of life in search of his 'safe harbour', a place where one could knock the dust of heavy times from trainers and collect thoughts and try to find inner peace.  A place to feel welcome and safe.  It would seem that relief from the burdens of everyday life comes at one from unexpected corners.  One never knows truly what lies ahead, round the next corner or in the welcome offered by a new friend in life.

I am lucky.  There always seems to be someone who takes a shine to and makes the journey worth the taking and all the more likely that one will come away with a much better feeling of self and a renewed joy in life. 

If one takes the time to listen to the stories told round one, one hears many a tale that mirrors one's own fight to make sense of life.  The mystery that seems to baffle one is really no mystery at all, the challenge of living life is one faced by more that self.  The trick seems to be to realize that some face the challenge better and come away the better for it.  That is not to say that scars are not got from the battle.

I have met  persons of late who makes me stop and take stock of what frightens me, what holds me back and what makes me feel low at times.  Some have led exemplary lives.  Had a life's work that provided a good living and provided a good retirement.  Most punched ticket in all of the right places.  Paid taxes, cared about community and tried to right what wrongs seen as they travelled down the road of life.

That is not to say that some have not suffered the tragic in life.  Paid a heavy price for being true to self.  Family was not as supportive as one would have liked and choices in who to love did not provide with a union that lasted all of their days.

The wounds received in one's youth tend to be the ones that never really heal proper.  They come back to haunt later in life.  Truth be told, this old geezer knows that all too well.

What should be the 'golden' period of life, is filled with much depression.  One wonders what it has all been for and what lies ahead.  As clever as one appears to be, one tends to think that there should be more.  As if there is still the possibility that days will be filled with the loudness of Christmas and Fourth of July.  There has to be more.
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The battle to make sense of what is now and what one hopes for is huge.  So thick is the smoke of battle that one tends to not see what already has been granted and to appreciate the bounty of it all.

In the past I have banged on about what ails me.  Some would think a little too loudly.  May well be more truth to that than am willing to lay claim to at times.

Whatever my problems, they are not so unique.  All one has to do is listen to voices round to know that we all suffer loss and want.  There are dark days enough to go round many times over.  Mind, one has to remember that the the sun always come back out.  So dark it is not that a ray of light does not brighten the future.

I oft wonder what is the point of life.  There have even been times that the thought of suicide seemed a perfect end to problems faced.  The cloud of depression is not unknown to me.

It may well be that the trick of me life is to be here for folks met who need to realize that however dark the present moment is, there are brighter days ahead.  Having faced so very many dark days, I know that to be so very true.  In some small way it might be possible to lend a helping hand to another in need of bucking up.

Life is not just about ME.  A life worth living is one that shares AND remembers that life lived is not a solitary experience.

I hope that my new friends chase away the ghosts of the past and comes to see the beauty they add to my world, because they have a place in it.

Monday, October 20, 2014

LINDA VILLA OWL SEES ALL - STORY RETOLD



The Owls are the order Strigiformes. Most are solitary, and nocturnal, with some exceptions.  The Linda Villa Owl must love us as it can be seen flying from one tree to another during the early morning hours, as well as watching over the complex during the night.  Though owls are typically solitary, the literary collective noun for a group of owls is a parliament., which suggest that MOI should try to get more to come here...


Owls have large forward-facing eyes and ear-holes, a hawk-like beak, a flat face, and usually a conspicuous circle of feathers, a facial disc, around each eye. Although owls have binocular vision, their large eyes are fixed in their sockets, as with other birds, and they must turn their entire head to change views. Most birds of prey sport eyes on the sides of their heads, but the stereoscopic nature of the owl's forward-facing eyes permits a greater sense of depth perception necessary for low-light hunting.


Owls are farsighted and are unable to see anything clearly within a few centimeters of their eyes. Caught prey can be felt by owls with the use of filoplumes, which are small hair-like feathers on the beak and feet that act as "feelers". Their far vision, particularly in low light, is exceptionally good.  It can turn its head 135 degrees in either direction; it can thus look behind its own shoulders, with a total 270-degree field of view.  With aid of more lamps in the night, our owl now sees much.

Most owls are nocturnal, actively hunting for prey only under the cover of darkness. Several types of owl, however, are crepuscular, active during the twilight hours of dawn and dusk; one example is the pygmy owl. A few owls are also active during the day; examples are the Burrowing Owl  and the Short-eared Owl.


Much of the owls' hunting strategy depends on stealth and surprise. Owls have at least two adaptations that aid them in achieving stealth. First, the dull coloration of owls' feathers can render them almost invisible under certain conditions. Secondly, serrated edges on the leading edge owls' remiges muffle an owl's wingbeats, allowing its flight to be practically silent.

The Linda Villa Owl sees it all.  The Palm trees add to the ability to view from on high the nightly activity that some would believe is un-noticed.  How wrong they be.

The Owl sees the endless traffic that passes through the patio gate of a soon to be departed tenant.  How odd that they do not know that the quick stop visits are very odd indeed.  The owl notes the large volume of traffic into the car park that the unit in question has all the day long , even notes small children playing in the vehicle with no supervision and just might set the motor to rolling and cause great harm.

The Linda Villa Owl never misses the endless flow of night time visitors to another flat.  Poor chap is clueless that 'friends' are using his flat as a 'hang out'.  Mind, the days are numbered as 'friends' have brought drugs onto the property and that will not be allowed.  The owl will see the departure of another tenant who thought that 'drug free' was a joke told to on move-in.

The good Linda Villa Owl also sees much to be right pleased by.  He sees tenants digging in the dirt and planting flowers to make the Linda Villa more brilliant AND to possibly capture the grand prize on May 8th.

Our owl also sees lovely tenants having a good time on patios, a little food and drink and chat with mates, all done with consideration to others.  No tossing of butts over rail or causing noise to drown out neighbour under flat.  How lovely that young blokes can be so considerate.

The Linda Villa Owl caught sight of this old geezer, Murray, Paul, James, Chandra invited to the patio of Della & Michael to partake in a cook-up with potables!  Fancy that.  All carried out with good grace. No riot of drink in the car park or loud noise.  Truth be told, even the wee ones were on best behaviour.

The Linda Villa Owl has seen another weekend come and go at the complex.  True, there be one day left, but it will be quiet, considering the amount of drink SOME had until the wee hours.

This morning as I watched OUR owl fly from tree to tree, I hoped that it would get comfy and take position again this night and watch over us.  What grand things folks miss when they write off a road, a community or complex based on what was and not was is at present.  More's the pity that...

Sunday, October 19, 2014

YES, VIRGINIA, I AM CRUDE.

I get loads of suggestions from avid readers as to the sort of post I should do.  The lovely person who found this and sent it on, dared me to do something clever with it.

It is an established fact that I adore 'fart' humour.  It must be the Anglophile in me.  In the UK, 'farts' are oft used in comedy to get folks rolling round on the floor.  Personally, I think it is a riot.

I fart.  There I have laid claim to it.  I can not smell and mates do tell that my farts can clear out a ballpark.  Rather think that is a bit harsh on their part, but how would I know.

You do know what they say.  'Better to bear the shame than the pain...

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Epic Funny Cats 20 Minutes

Cat Attacks Bird Perfectly

PUSSIES READY TO ATTACK BIRDS


As if having 7 pussies were not enough, Ron informs me that he now has 15 birds, locked in cages, stacked in the living room of his flat.  Does he not know that pussies and birds do not mix?

Gobsmacked I am at the ever growing zoo at Ron's flat.  Makes me think he is in competition with his sister Laura who has 15 pussies, 3 dogs, one-eyed rabbit and a gerbil.

Who has the time to take care of all of these animals, much less the cash to feed.

You do realize that I loathe pussies...

Thursday, October 16, 2014

ROAD TRIP FOLLIES

What would be a road trip without adventure????

Just outside of Vacaville, we came upon this young chap hitchhiking...

Vacaville is where they have the funny farm.  More than that, they have a state prison for the criminally insane.  Bear that in mind.

I have a rule.  You do not pick up hitchhiker with out ID.  Let's face it, where would the ID be on this chap.  The thought crossed my mind that the chap had escaped from one of the aforementioned places and would be a right nasty piece of work in the vehicle.  Had visions of being pistol whipped or worse.

With a wink and a nod, we sped passed the chap and looking back could see the massive knife stuck in his shorts.  At least I think it was a knife.....

Right, if you have read this far you probably wondering if I am high on drugs.  No, just wanted to see if you would catch on to the funny...

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

YELLOW ASPEN SHIMMERING......


When I was on my road trip, coming back to Reno, we saw some lovely Autumn colour in the hills.  My travel companion exclaimed about the 'yellow aspen leaves glimmering in the light'....

Who talks like that?

I remember the Autumns of my youth.  Upstate Penna.  The hills were a riot of colour.  Shimmering?  Bloody hell, there was an explosion of colour...

SHARING


GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOAT

James and his boat
 My friend James is not able to pass up a deal.  He was offered this boat at good price and he jumped on it.  Just needs a little TLC and maybe new seats......


Where is the dock?
 Something strange about seeing a boat in the front garden.  One wonders if it just washed up there.
Ready for a cruise
It is not the Titanic.  Rather think James is going to have to get a much bigger yacht if he is planning on inviting people to sail the seas.  What with his tribe and friends, he needs to have more space.  Like for the drinks, food, shuffle board, life boats.......

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Jane Olivor "Live" - L`Important C`est La Rose

An Evening with Barbara Cook PBS 1980

SUSAN BOYLE CONCERT THOUGHTS

 To my mind, Susan Boyle is best remembered as a plain ordinary older woman who surprised people with her voice.  Will forever remember her as she appeared on the talent show in the UK.  I beleive that was her charm and the reason she captured the imagination of the world.
Susan Boyle dressed up in outfits that clearly do not work miss the mark.  It just does not look like Susan Boyle.

I received loads of emails from folks who felt I was down on Susan.  I am not.  I just Susan to 'knock my socks off', 'rock the house'.  My view is that she did not do that in San Francisco.

Years ago I remember going to a Barbara Cook concert.  Barbara Cook had been a Broadway star.  She was a pretty little thing.  Over the years, Barbara put on a massive amount of weight.  She was massive.  But she still sang like a bird.

Her concert was her solo on stage with only a pianist.  No fancy lights and no drama.  Just Barbara doing her thing.

What stage presence.  She worked the audience like a champ.  She knew the audience loved her and she wanted the audience to feel her love for them.  She gave several WOW moment and made the audience beg for more.

I left that concert more in love with Barbara Cook than ever.  Every time I played one of her albums, I relived that evening at the concert.  The warm feeling I had stayed with me.  Does to this day.

Susan Boyle walked out onto the talent show stage in UK and changed her life.  She WOWED the whole world.  I know she has it in her.  Just not going to happen with this tour of America.


MY VERY OWN CLUB......

Who knew?

Driving in the Bay area, we came upon a petrol station called 'Rotten Robbie'.  Needless to say, we had to stop.  Turns out they had a pretty good deal on petrol.

'Rotten Robbie' is unique to San Francisco area.  I love it.   Mind, someone known, surfed the INTERNET and came up with all sort of wicked things with the tag.

Monday, October 13, 2014

THE GREAT CRISCO HEIST


A truck containing 18 tons of Crisco sticks headed to a grocery store chain distribution center was stolen in a Florida city.

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FRIENDS BRING OUT THE SMILES

Ever lovely Chandra and ME

James and ME


Friends make me SMILE

SUSAN BOYLE CONCERT REVIEW

Susan Boyle Concert Ticket
The whole point of the road trip on Saturday was to see Susan Boyle in concert.

Being the sort of person who arrives early, the old geezer had loads of time to stand on pavement in front of theatre and people watch.  Right curious I was as to who my fellow concert goers were.  I was no great shock to see that the overwhelming number of attendees were female and of a certain age.  What was a bit of a surprise was the lack of 'gay' men.  Being it was San Francisco, I had thought the 'gay' fan club would have been out in droves.

Alan and I had most excellent seats and the view of the stage and closeness guaranteed I would see everything.

Whilst we waited for the theatre to fill up, I took the opportunity to chat with some of the folks seated round.  There was an older lady and relative, right behind, who was old time San Francisco resident and she remembered as I did, when the Orpheum was a grand movie palace.  This lady warned me that I would more than like feel her tears on back, as she was quite sure she was going to cry loads at seeing Susan Boyle.  She had purchased a souvenir programme and was leafing through it as if it contained some hidden message for her.

There was another older lady sitting near who had journeyed  to San Francisco for this special event.  The lady was from UK and had brought her mum to see Susan Boyle.  That were to have seen Susan in San Jose but due to Susan having a sore throat, that performance was cancelled and they were offered ticket in San Francisco.  This was a big deal for the lady from UK, as it was a surprise for her mum's birthday.  They were over the moon at being there and even had Alan take snaps for them.

I was seated next to an older chap who appeared to be attending with his parents as well.  This chap provided some light moments during the concert and I will get to them later.

The curtain went up a little after 8.  It was to be 90 minutes with no break.

Susan Boyle appeared on staged bathed in light.  She was dressed in a white frock that had sequins and feathers.  Way too many feathers if you ask me but what do I know.  I did not think the frock worked, made he look huge in body and washed out her face.

The opening number was 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow'.  A clever ploy to pander to the local crowd?  I had heard the number performed better and found myself wondering if the concert was going to be a let down.  There were two ABBA numbers and I was really feeling uneasy about the concert.

Then I remembered what this concert was all about.  SUSAN BOYLE.  The  older lady from UK who looked frumpy but sang like an angel.  The same frumpy lady who had WOWED Simon Cowell and got a standing ovation from the audience at the talent show.  The lady of the massive hits on YOUTUBE and massive sale of her albums.  I wanted to see in person and perhaps have a WOW moment of my own.

From where I sat, it did not appear as if Susan was enjoying herself.  She did not get too close to audience and her gestures seems very contrived and she just was not 'charged' at being on the stage.

You could sense that the audience was just waiting to go wild.  They wanted an excuse to stand and cheer.  It got close but not completely.

There was a break in the programme.  Surprise.  Alan almost had me believing that the concert was over.  More like they want to sell more programmes.  The bloody programmes were $35.00.  Mind, the older lady sitting behind, told true that it was a bit dear, BUT it was Susan Boyle.  She was going to get a lot of mileage showing off her programme in the days ahead.

The folks from the UK were enjoying the show but they too felt there had not been a WOW moment.  Leave it to another older woman to notice some of the same things I did.  They were shocked at how huge the white frock made Susan look.  Mind, they also commented on the makeup and the hair.  Women...

The first part of the concert had been flat.  I was wondering what the second half would bring.

Susan Boyle came out in the second act in a electric blue frock.  It was massive improvement.

The real shock was in her stage presence for the second act.  Not sue if they plugged her into an electric socket or shot her full of drugs but she was 'changed up' now.  She seemed more alive and comfy.

Susan sang numbers from her new album and even made more of an attempt to chat up the adoring audience.  She sang in that 'Susan Boyle' voice and it was warm and so familiar.

The chap who was sitting beside me was having a hard time controlling himself.  He clapped wildly and was right giddy at times.  You might say he was having a 'gay old time'.......

I had had too much fluid and found myself in great need to visit the loo.  I was afraid to go, did not want to miss the WOW moment.  Nature won out, I had to visit the loo or Susan was going to get me to pee me trousers.  As fast as possible I raced to the loo.  Why is it that the 'gents' is always located far, far away.  Imagine how it must have looked to see me, cane pounding me way through the lobby.

I manage to get back to see another number and asked if I had missed the WOW moment.  I had not.

Susan saved her WOW moment for the closing number.  The song best remembered for was sung.  This time with a youth choir.  I thought she had done it better in past.  The WOW moment was not there.  Not for me at any rate.  Mind, the ladies from the UK felt the same.

Having seen concerts with performers much liked before, I knew that it was possible to have a real magic moment.  Some folks get off on the exchange between audience and them.  Josh Groban springs to mind.

Was I let down?  Not at all.  Like I mentioned in the beginning, I got what I came for.  I saw Susan Boyle in the flesh.  Up close and in person.  I just did not get the magic.  Would I attend another Susan Boyle concert?  Never.  I discovered that I can enjoy Susan Boyle singing on the computer and in my mind's eye always see her as that lovely lady standing on the stage of the talent show knocking the socks off the folks.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

We are on our way to San Francisco.  The car has been hired, rooms booked and tickets for concert are in possession.  What adventure lies ahead.....

I am eager to show the sites to Alan.  Take him past some of the hotels that I helped turn around and to let him see where I spent so many early years.  It has been ages since last in San Francisco and I do not know how I will take all of the changes.  It should be quite interesting.  On many different levels.


I thought I would share my thoughts about being 'on the road'.........


 It was hard picking out the right outfit for San Francisco.  Somehow wearing 'flowers in my hair was not going to cut it.  I rather think this outfit will make me look like a 'local.
 Alan is the sort of person who does not like idle chatter.  Must remember to bring a good book to read so as to not get him 'not minding the road'....
 Am quite sure that there will be many moments when the wrong turn or road is had.  Riding with Alan is always an adventure......
 Do not know how it is with some folks but I tend to wonder about the other vehicles.  Are they on holiday?  Did they move?  How long have they been on the road?  What snacks are they having?  Do they stop for rest stops???????
 I have been know to 'break wind' a bit.  Must keep my gas down.  We are travelling in California....
One always packs too much for a trip.  One must be prepared.

Friday, October 10, 2014

PRICELESS


As things stand, a tenner is not a large amount of cash.  That depends on how you look at it.

This morning I went for my usual walk and went to favourite place for coffee and a bagel.  I was standing in the front sipping my coffee when the door opened and in walked a lady.  She asked me if I had dropped a tenner.  I said no and she went to the cashier and told them that someone probably would be missing this tenner and would be back for.

I was gobsmacked.  I am like most and judged the lady to be 'poor'.  She was late 30's, badly dressed and pushing a baby carriage.  She looked like she could use the tenner.

I followed the lady into the isles and asked if I could talk to her.  She said I could.

I asked the lady why she had turned in the tenner found in the car park.  She told me that if she had lost a tenner it would ruin her whole day, so short of cash she was.  She knew that whoever lost the tenner would be sad.

I asked why she was in the market so early.  She told me that her 16 month old son was out of milk, juice and fruit. She was there to get the items.  I asked the lovely lady if she would allow me to get the items for her.  My way of saying she was a superior person in what she had done.

After collecting the items I followed the lady outside and continued our chat.  Turns out the lovely lady works two poorly paid jobs, has an abusive husband and feels much put upon.  Has to be a chore to raise a child by self.  I wished her well.

Right, so I was very judgmental about the lady.  Turns out I was spot on about her situation.  However hard her life, she still had a code she lives by and her conduct this morning says lots wonderful things about her.

I am right pleased that I took the time to hear another story of a person met.  I learned much.

SAGGING UNDERPANTS


 Justin Bieber is shown almost always with more than a little of his underpants showing.  The young lad has been shown in pink, white, black and famous labels.  It is a wonder that he bothers to wear trousers at all.  Which got the old geezer to think on ...........
 Kris Humpries has decided to reveal his looks in underpants. Racy the photo shoot was but one wonders the importance of the combat boots...

David Beckham has done adverts for underpants in the past.  Responsible for massive sales.  Wanting his fair share of the market, David has own line of underpants and has done a new series of snaps showing off his bod.  Father of 4 and now 39, David shows that he still is in good shape.  Mind, it may well be that with the loss of weight, the old geezer might have to get a few pair.  Right, no one will know but the old geezer...

Lastly, we have a snap of Marky Mark, AKA  Mark Walhberg, in his underpants.  Ages ago, in Honolulu, the old geezer and a few mates, attended a concert of the band a member of.  The draw was that he might drop trousers and show his underpants completely.  Can you imagine?  The old geezer was in 40's as were the mates who went to concert.  Most of the concert  goers were teenagers.  We old men had purchased the best seats, right up front, and stood for better view, would not allow any to push aside.   Just to see a little 'underpants'.

More than 20 years on, the practice of showing underpants lives.  So much so that ordinary chaps parade in town with underpants showing.  Not always clean underpants...

This is one fad that needs to be retired...

Which bring this old geezer to the end of this post with the above snap.  One should very careful in Flint...