Category: Everyday Events
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The Road Of Tears And Spirits
[Looking north from Route 80 toward Lake “O”] The theme of this post is darker than I would like, given that it’s less than three weeks until the joyful time of Christmas. But, I didn’t have a choice. We just crossed on Route 80 this past weekend when we visited friends in Jupiter, FL. The…
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Crossing Whiskey Creek To The Banyan Tree
I had my plastic cup of iced coffee from the Java Cafe nestled nicely in the container holder next to the gear shift knob on the red Ford Escape. This time I was going to try something different. I was going to locate and take the rear entrance (or is an exit when you’re leaving?)…
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I’d Really Rather Not See It, If You Don’t Mind
[Source:Wikipedia] As I grow older and wiser (?), the number of situations I do not wish to take part in, is growing. For example, I’d rather avoid any conversation with global warming deniers, Holocaust deniers, evolution deniers and anyone, man or woman, who believe it’s the will of God to kill innocent people. In addition,…
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After Dinner/Up In The Sky
When we were kids we called them vaportrails. Now, I call them contrails. Those streaks across the sky made from the jet engines of jet planes. Either term is okay. It’s simply the condensation of the water from the exhaust of the plane, turning into visible water vapor. It wouldn’t be incorrect to say…
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Holiday Time In Fort Myers/Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan?*
“I don’t know Doc, I just seem a little disoriented lately. Maybe it’s the time of year? Maybe I should stay away from the egg nog…” –Notation in the files of Dr. Hugh Roebottom, Psychiatrist, on the recent session with Patrick Egan. It’s a pretty Christmas wreath. I’m looking a one of the prettiest plastic…
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Listless In Fort Myers: The Harsh Realities Of Wintering In Paradise
I’m sitting on the wooden walkway, on a green metal bench, sipping an iced coffee. I’m watching a Cessna single-engine plane pull an advertising banner across the slightly blue hazy sky. The banner is telling us to shop at the Tanger Outlet Mall. I look around and realize that this is the mall I’m in…
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Farther Along The Beach, Among The Periwinkles, There Are Things Unseen
I’ve finally arrived at the island that is known around the world for its seashells. I’m unloading the car in the parking lot of Lighthouse Beach on Sanibel Island. The sun is beating against my back and seems intense enough to melt the polyester fibers in my shoulder seams. I enter the Men’s restroom to…
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My Three Palms
It’s the second morning, the second sunrise, of our third day–at our winter home. I just got out of bed, it’s 8:56 am and the thermometer on the wall over my head reads 85.6 F. Mmmmmm. Should I read something into this? The sun set yesterday on our first full day at the Siesta Bay…
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Living With Humidity
This is going to be a brief post dealing with an issue that I have a feeling is only going to get worse. Yes, it will only get worse as we continue our road-trip deep into Florida. I’m talking about humidity. Remember last summer when you were sitting on your patio sipping a Bud Lite…
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I’m Sorry, Ava, But I’m Having Issues Of My Own
As I write this post, I’m seriously considering going into the r-Pod to get another layer to drape over my shoulders. The sun has just dipped below the tree-line at the far edge of the RV park. When we arrived, about two hours ago, I was sweating and hot and in a mood most foul.…
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