“It’s a very big ocean”

I’ll admit, when I was growing up, I didn’t really know where Puerto Rico was. I mean, we were taught geography in school and I had an atlas, but I was always confused. Was it up near New York (I heard there were a lot of Puerto Ricans living there)? It wasn’t until I owned… Read more »

What is patriotism?

There’s been quite a lot of conversation about this recently, spoken and written with the utter certainty of someone who has an opinion. Although I am never in short supply of an opinion, I am often just short of sounding like a doofus, so I thought I might give this just a bit of research… Read more »

I see food and I cook it

Seafood. Ah, my second love (next to BBQ). Growing up in South Florida has always been a gift. Among many other things was the opportunity to sample so much seafood, much of it self-caught in my early days. But, generally, I didn’t like to cook it myself. Not fish, not shellfish, naught. Apart from an… Read more »

Itchy trigger finger

Tap…tap…tap… Fingers on the table top. Foot on the floor. Picture the impatient man. Chomping at the bit. Gnashing the teeth. Jumping at the chance. Eager beaver. When. When is the question. I’ve now got my main skeleton performers effectively costumed for their big debut. I’ve got edging stones painted and accented. I’ve got six… Read more »

Arboreal aggravation

I had all sorts of witticisms and puns planned to open this post, but I decided, nah, my current and expected aggravation with my Homeowners’ Association (HOA) suggests a more sober tone. My home is just about perfect for me. Three bedrooms (meaning two to fill up and one to sleep in), a nice sized… Read more »

Practice makes perfect?

Yeesh. Hasn’t Mom Nature made her point already? In redundant fashion, more hurricanes formed in the Atlantic recently, once again putting up the prospect of an Atlantic storm map with three hurricanes at the same time. What used to be a delightful vacation destination has now turned out to be a disaster area…many times over…. Read more »

And that’s why I shouldn’t go on roofs

Heights and I have a complicated relationship. We get along best when we’re apart. I’ve always been afraid of allowing us to get too close. When I’m in an airplane, staring out a reinforced window at the ground thousands of miles below, we are most in love. When I stand above a tall abyss, say… Read more »

Maybe I’m not cut out to be a hermit after all

Hurricane Irma came and went. It left many without their homes, some without their lives. It only left me without the world. Throughout the whole event, electricity glowed like an anchor to the power of mankind in the face of the fury of nature. Not even a flicker. But, at 6 am the morning of… Read more »

There’s more than humidity in the South Florida air

Okay, I’ll admit it, I’m a little scurred. I think I’d be stupid not to be. This house is old. Not Jackie Gleason 60’s old, but pre-Hurricane Andrew 80’s old. That means pre-tougher building codes. My house layout has the back side of the house facing east. That whole side is basically sliding glass doors… Read more »

Observations in the cone of uncertainty

Some random observations over the last 24 hours on South Florida, people and Hurricane Irma… – On the way to the first week of bowling league last night, I witnessed the heading-home-from-work traffic turn into the I-need-to-get-gas backup at one of the highest priced gas stations locally. Panic and lack of preparedness know no savings…. Read more »