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 […]
Ft. Myers, Margaritaville
Blossoming Book of Blues
The pieces to the Book of Blues Prequel have been aquired. Now the trick will be assembling the pieces together. I wrote out another piece to the Book of Blues Prequel in that I-fell-asleep sort of way (the godd*mn WordPress App just lost 79% of this post. Ever have to write a document with just […]
Red Light Oranges
One of the best New Years I’ve experienced in years. I enjoyed outdoor dining with oldold man Finn, went DVD shopping n watched movies with the oldold man. Then, while we were enjoying Saving Private Ryan – ololdold man Finn’s first DVD purchase – I started something I hadn’t done in two years: wrote new […]
The time the OldOld Man tried to meet Army Men’s Basketball Coach Jim Crews after a game.
Back in the chair, back watching tv I wouldn’t normally watch. The sun is starting its descent and I’m not out enjoying it. I’m chilling like the dove we found on oldold man Finn’s windshield wipers as we were leaving for dinner n the Florida Gulf Coast / Army NCAA Men’s College Basketball Game. My […]
Guess We Lost Another One Just Like the Other One
I came really close to starting the Book of Blues Prequel yesterday, but as the Jack Johnson line quoted in this post’s title would indicate, the day was lost in regards to writing – as with many days in the past. Now that I think about it, I swear I’ve heard the line before I […]
That Do Something Else
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.” […]
Lighthouse of Indirect Approaches
I overslept, missed the ride to Sanibel Island and so instead of swimming in the gulf of Mexico, I’m catching up on episodes of CSI while I wait for the heat of the day pass on by. Man, Peterson leaving the show. Besides him being a Cubs fan, he can stoneface bad pre-show puns like […]
In the Reflective Spirit of Christmas
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 […]
Instant Christmas Is Gonna Get You
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, […]
The Mucky Duck, Captiva Island. Family Mecca. Great places to let the guard down.
Jimmy Buffet’s slide guitar intro to “Tin Cup Chalice” looped in my head as I slid out of the backseat of my grandfather’s classic Grand Marquis and beelined for the shore, hastily taking snapsots of The Mucky Duck Inn as I raced towards its iconic western shore. PS: I forgot to ask the revolvoing door […]