It’s about an hour until the OldOld Man comes and picks up me and my mother for Sunday dinner. We’ll be sneaking down back roads out in the country as we head out to some out-of-the-way place to eat dinner and watch the water roll on by. We don’t do it because it’s Father’s Day. [...]
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It’s taken a couple days to get back into the groove back home. I’ve been gone four weeks and the world feels like it’s passed me by. Thus is the tempo of Internet marketing. Therein it goes I just finished working on wearing out my running shoes. And I just finished killing some ants at [...]
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I’m on Southwest Flight 138 in Fort Myers, headed for Chicago w a stop in St Louis. And my judgment is skewed, subjected to my bittersweetness of leaving oldold man Finn, my love for my second home – Ft. Myers, Margaritaville – and claustrophobic barriers being pummeled by an unusual selection of self-centered passangers not [...]
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So I was falling asleep on the couch after dinner Saturday night as oldold man Finn watched The Lawrence Welk Show. An uncommon occurrence indeed. Somewhere ’round the end of “Huckabee” I woke up with a tune in my head. I thought the tune was played on The Lawrence Welk Show, but then I remembered [...]
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And once in awhile, the unexpected happens… Oldold Man Finn and I took off for Clewiston, Florida at about 10:30 am this morning. He wanted to show me a little bit of Florida history during this “bad” weather – bad as in “it hasn’t broken 60 in a few a days.” Clewiston sits on the [...]
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Link to “Oldold Man’s Never Been to Fenway – Part 1″ My aunt and uncle just took a tour of New England. One night put them close to the college town in Maine where I was born. She called from near my hometown and I asked her if she would take me pictures of the [...]
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Oldold man Finn spends most of his evenings during the Summer in his paneled breezeway with mismatched brown carpet, stretched out & half-napping in his La-Z-Boy while watching baseball on the 27-inch 4:3 TV which sits to his right at an almost 90-degree angle. Holding the remote on his left thigh with his left hand, [...]
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I blinked when I left Ft. Myers, Margaritaville in January and now it’s May. The time between posts wasn’t an accident. I swear I went down to Indy n tore up Broadripple with Bling last month but that was back in Feburary. And I also keep thinking I went to Seattle a couple weekends ago [...]
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“Welcome back, Finn. We moved up some deadlines while you were on vacation. You can check your email later.” And like that, it was time to go headlong back into the grind. I tried not to let go of the feeling of still being in Ft. Myers, Margritavile. The task was made more arduous by [...]
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In a scary thought, weather isn’t delaying my long flight home. Mechanical issues with the first plane has backed me up 2 hours. Who made this flight up: Ft. Myers to Orlando to pick up passengers on the way to Columbus, OH, then a layover (now extended further) on my way to Chicago. Then, once [...]
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Finally made it to the local Mecca, Cheeseburger in Paradise. It was theraputic, enjoyable. I’m a sucker for outdoor dining to begin with, but put me within site of a flat panel tv so I can watch the NFL Wildcard games m me n oldold man are happier than pigs in slop. I got to [...]
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I’m getting too old to stay up so late writing. At least, when I want to try to get up the following morning and enjoy the sun and weather. And I failed miserably when I tried to get up early this morning. The problem with writing late in the night is that even when you [...]
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In beat with previous concessions, instead of lacing up walking shoes and working up a sweat, I’m engaged in oldold man Finn’s favorite long-standing Saturday Night tradition: watching The Lawrence Welk Show My aunt is grumbling over the fact that there’s still 20 minutes to go. My mom is pointing out the comb-overs: “poor guys.” [...]
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In the spirit of great Christmas traditions of yesteryear, the morning started out with a festive Christmas breakfast of omlets, crouissants, coffee cakes n fruit salads. I would have shared more if I had woken up and partken in the meal. After a quick snacking catchup, I put on the holiday essentials and trekked out [...]
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The Finns were sitting in the pews waiting for the Christmas Eve evening service to start when I noticed that the congregation kept requesting obscure pre-service hymns that were on pages that were prime numbers, “Page 41,” and “Page 67,” and 53, 43… It triggered my impish side. I was wondering playful nitpickity things like, [...]
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