It was a pleasant soft Fourth.

I spent the day reading and writing and napping.

Last night fireworks. Jenna stopped by with a bottle of champagne and her special long stem flute glasses. We lay outside in the dark by the water on lounge chairs and watched the fireworks. And sipped  champagne.

After I put Jenna in a cab to take her home, I went upstairs to bed. It was hot! Steaming hot! The upstairs air conditioning unit had joined the kaput macinery in my home. It was blowing hot air.

Summer is not a time in Key West to be with out air conditioning.

I put the ceiling fan on high and made it through the night. The unit will be fixed today.

There has to be a goblin that has moved in with me. First, the computers went down. Then my cell phone. Now, one of the air conditioning units. The air conditioning unit bothers me for more than the usual reasons. Both units were checked out and cleaned two weeks ago. No problems.

Busy day ahead. Two business meetings. Each of a differnet nature. One at 11 and the other at 12:30. It is called retirement.

Enjoy your day!

Yesterday turned out to be totally screwed up!

My cell phone went kaput Saturday afternoon. I think my body must be giving off magnetic rays of some sort. First, the computers. Now the cell phone. I am lost without the cell phone! We all are!

I took the cell phone to AT&T. Had to wait 40 minutes for attention. They were short handed and busy. Fortunately, there was no problem. The guy rebooted the phone, for want of a better term, and it worked fine!

I was irritated I had to wait so long. I was irritated the phone went down. I was just plain irritated. Guess I was in a bad mood.

The cupbpoard was bare. Off to Publix.

I never shop on Sunday afternoons. Everyone in Key West does. Too busy. But I had no choice.

The days before Christmas and Thanksgiving are the worst times to shop. For obvious reasons. Yesterday was like that. Everyone was doing their holiday shopping at one time. No one knew how to drive their carts. Aisles blocked all over. Publix restockingf their shelves at the same time.

My irritation got worse. It was not my day! The only good thing about the grocery shopping spree was I ran into many friends. Even my dentist. I felt strange as he and I talked. He kept looking at my mouth.

Mike Yutzy was supposed to be in from Vegas. I was not sure he made it. We were scheduled for dinner last night with his girl friend, Don and Jenna.

Note, I could not telephone him. I had e mailed him earlier in the day with a where are you? No response. So I called Don off. Told Jenna we would go out alone.

At six last night as I was getting into the shower, Yutzy texted me. To the effect…..getting on a sunset dinner cruise…..let’s hook up for a drink later. My text response was text me when you get back.

That was it for my cell phone till this morning. Whether it was me or the phone , I am not sure. My text response to Yutzy never left my phone. The phone went into airplane mode. Which means my phone was off.

When I woke this morning, I could not understand why Yutzy never got back to me nor why no one had called me yet. I generally receive several good morning calls. I checked the cell phone and discovered the problem.

It will be back to AT&T today, assuming they are open.

Jenna and I had drinks at the Chart Room. The new bartender JJ working. Seems to be a nice guy.

Sean was there. We spent a lot of time chatting with him. Sean has success written all over him. I wish I could be here in 25 years to see where he ends up.

Sean hit me with Panamah Peat right away. The ash ceremony will take place in August. Peat’s ashes will be buried and sealed in the bar rail.

Sean was impressed with the internet info re Panamah Peat. I had written about Panamah in a blog in May 2009. The only present internet reference to him was mine of that date in a Key West Lou blog.

Being a holiday and being a bit frustrated over the happenings of the day, I decided to drink a bit. I had two at the Chart Room. Jenna and I then headed over to Hot Tin Roof for a light dinner. We enjoyed some terrific appetizers. I had one more drink.

As we were leaving, I said to Jenna…..I’m gone. I was tipsy. I could not beieve it. And only on three drinks.

I told her I would not drive. I doubt she would have let me. Jenna drove me home in the Volkswagen and then herself home.

When I woke this morning, all the lights in the house were still on, including two bedroom lights.

I feel fine this morning. Slept well. No hangover.

I cannot understand why the three drinks hit me as they did.

Fireworks tonight. Not sure from where and with who I shall watch them. I am invited to two parties. Then There is the huge community party at the Casa Marina, also. Lisa, Corey and the grandchildren will be watching from Higgs beach.

It is raining at this moment. Great! We need it. Unforunately, it does not look like it will last long.

It already ended.

I almost forgot. During the day, I received an e mail from a friend advising that the Facebook link to my blog was rejecting the transfer. A w was missing from the www. I had no cell phone service at the time. No one was home to receive my e mails as to what to do. Even at my age, I am not yet computer literate. It took me two hours to find someone to correct the problem. Why the problem even occurred I am not sure.

The w situation further contributed to my frustrating day. Somewhere along the day, I lost my Key West cum si, cum sa attitude.

It was a bad day at Black Rock!

Enjoy the holiday!

Happy Fourth of July!

Happy Birthday United States of America!

It finally rained yesterday in Key West! As I was getting ready to leave for Karen and David’s pool party. Always the right time!

No complaint, however. We desperately need rain. The shower was monsoon type. Big wind. The wind driving the heavy rain sideways.

It only lasted 1/2 hour. A life time in view of recent rainfall levels.

The rain did not affect the party. The aftermath to Key West rain is always the same. The rain stops. The sun comes out. Everything dries quickly.

Karen and David’s party was fun! Their home is out at the end of a long road on Big Coppitt. I had never been that far into Big Coppitt. A lovely home. A terrific piece of property. Sits on a point. Open water view. Spectacular!

When I arrived, people were in the ocean and pool swimming. Many brought their best friends. Had to be 15 dogs. Dogs everywhere!

Most persons had already arrived when I got there. There was poker game. Continued throughout the party. Players coming and going. Horseshoes. Food. Drink. And the pool, which received big time usage.

I knew most of the people. I stayed about five hours. Did a little afternoon drinking. Sat in the pool a long time. It all got to me. I fell asleep in a lounge chair for a while.

Karen and David, thanks for inviting me. Have another party soon!

A movie called The Last Hurrah came out in l958. It starred Spencer Tracey. Directed by John Ford. Based on a novel written by Edwin O’Conner.

It was a political film. Based on a Mayor’s bid for reelection. The Mayor lost his reelection bid at the end of the movie.

I am beginning to think this may be the Summer of the Last Hurrah. For those idiots in Washington who continue to muck up our lives.

My comments are not based on a specific ideology. I sense, we all sense, a growing discomfort with government. Whether Democrat or Republican, liberal, conservative, moderate or independent. The system of governing is out of whack. Government no longer functions as it should. No, that statement is not precise. More accurately stated, government no longer functions!

I especially sense this Summer is a cross roads. So many problems. No jobs, the economy still down, three wars, the debt, the inability of our elected leaders to understand middle class problems. I could go on ad infinitum.

We are at a boiling point as a society. If the present Washington mentalities continue through the Summer, many Senators and Congressmen will be looking for new jobs after Novemeb 2012. The people are at a point where they will tolerate little more. Even Obama is at risk.

The Bible says it best. As ye sow, so shall ye reap. Galatians 6: 79. Everything one does has reprecussions. There are consequences for a person’s actions.

Set aside the political for a moment. These sayings apply in our personal lives, also. There comes a time when when every one, political or otherwise, has to pay for their sins.

The time may be now. 

That is why this Summer may very well be the Summer of the Last Hurrah.

Enjoy your day!

Yesterday’s internet show appears to have been an outstanding success! Assuming the post show comments are a valid indicator.

I was unable to do a show for three weeks.The jaw problem. Could not enunciate.

I was back at the mike yesterday. Loved it!

There was a deluge of e mails and calls following the show. More than I have ever experienced. Probably a welcome back thing. Perhaps a bit regarding the topics, also.

Four items hit the sensitive spots.

Debt and default appears to have been the hottest. People are pissed!

My message was clear. The immediate problem is jobs, jobs, jobs! It is the black cloud over our heads. The debt a major problem/contributing factor. However, not a today problem. Can be dealt with in due course.

Get our people back to work! Now! Like yesterday!

The major contributing factor to our economic problems are the idiots (not said with all due respect) representing us in Washington. From both sides of the aisle. Throw the bums out! They are bums when they do not perform their jobs properly. I suggested term limits as one solution. It was amazing how many agreed with me.

I spoke a bit about the decline of marriage and perhaps the decline of religion as a precipitating factor.

Finally, the Walmart class action denial by the U.S. Supreme Court. A 5-4 decision by the conservative court on the primary issue.

I continue to believe women are treated as second class citizens. Especially in the work place. The Walmart decision supports that thought.

After the show, I ran some errands. Hot! We are into humidity and pending rain. I say pending because the rain never comes. It has stormed big time in the southeast the past two days. But not in the lower keys. We are becoming a desert with no oasis in sight. We need rain!

Last night, a fun night. Jenna and me.

We drove up to Big Pine for dinner at No Name Pub. Robert is going to be upset with me when he discovers I had a Philly cheese steak sandwich with out him.

I enjoyed the meal and Jenna’s company. We even stapled a dollar bill to the ceiling!

Jenna drove on the way back. She was anxious to do so. Nothing like driving the keys on a summer evening in a convertible with the top down. To add to the pleasure, I had Sirius dialed in to Broadway tunes.

Some work is being done on the deck to my home overlooking the water. I took Jenna out to show her. It was a pleasant evening. We sat by the water. All of a sudden, it was bing, bang, boom! Someone was shooting off fireworks on the other side of the island. Relatively high. Good ones. So we stayed out a while and experienced a premature July 4th.

Jenna left. It was early. I did some research on the computer before going to bed.

Today is big!

Karen is having a pool party at her home on Big Coppit starting at 1:30. Karen of David and Karen.  Should be fun. Will be fun!

The pool party probably will be all I will be able to handle today. Fortunately, Big Coppit is only one island up from me. It is a short trip back home.

Enjoy your day!

A Key West icon has passed on.

Panamah Peat.

Yes, I spelled his name properly.The “h” at the end of Panama is correct.

I would like to say I knew him. I did not. However, we have traveled the same roads on occasion. Just at different times.

You have read and heard from me personally of the 1/4 inch holes drilled into the bar at the Chart Room. Each has a name plate above it. All but two, the ashes of the person whose name appears top side.

The men whose name plates appear upon the bar represent the original group who frequented the Chart Room in its early days and for a long period of time. As each died, a small portion of his ashes (there were no hers) were placed in the drilled hole and then sealed over.

I never met Panamah. I merely knew of him.

I already have received two e mails, one from Jean and the other from Sheila, plus a telephone call from Sean, advising me of Panamah’s passing. They each assumed I knew him because I frequent the Chart Room so much

I never knew him.

I wanted to know him. So I Googled Panamah Peat on the internet. Only one site appeared. This site. My Life in Key West. Dated July 25, 2009. Would you believe?

I wrote about Panamah regarding the holes in the bar at the Chart Room, explained I had never met him, that he was a maker of jewelry, and worked part time at the Mel Fisher Museum. His was one of the two unfilled holes.

The remaining empty hole at the Chart Room now will be Che’s. Like being the last survivor and eligible to open and drink the bottle.

If you wish to learn more of Panamah, I suggest you contact Jean, Sheila, Sean, Che or Marty.

Some one wrote me a lengthy message on Facebook earlier this week. Several lines. Appeared to be written in Spanish. I did not understand it all. Being polite, I wrote back….. “Thank you.”

The next day some one wrote and asked in English if I understood the message. I said, no…..just being polite.

This morning I had a message from the initial sender. In English this time. It came from a gentleman in Junia, Argentina. He operates a pizzeria. He sends a free pizza to some FB members on their birthday. The message was to that effect and where specifically did I want the pizza delivered. He finally picked up from the exchange with the intermediary, I was in Florida. He wrote back in English…..Sorry, no pizza…..too far.

Yesterday was a tough day! Worked hard all day on today’s Key West Lou Legal Hour Show. I had fallen behind. Had to do much research and writing to catch up.

I had dinner with Lisa and the family. Robert and Ally are getting big. It seems by the day!

Cameron is in Mongolia. He had not been heard from in a couple of days. The last time was a phone call from Soeul, Korea, on his way through. This time from an internet store. The message: I’m ok….. I’m in Mongolia.

No one will ever accuse Cameron of being verbose.

After dinner, I stopped at Don’s. Sort of quiet. I left and headed over to the Chart Room. It was me and Emily, the bartender. I spent a couple of hours chatting with her. A genuine person.

Have to leave to do my internet show. Talk with you tomorrow.

Enjoy your day!

Golf yesterday!

I wish I could tell you how well I played. I cannot. I sucked! Like I had never played before. Topped the ball all over the course. I don’t know why. Besides lifting my head.

Played with Yankee Jack and Aaron. Yankee and I played a money game. As bad as I was, he only beat me by two holes. I lost all of $2.

Very humid yesterday. Fortunately, overcast. Or it would have been more difficult to play.

It was supposed to rain yesterday. It did not. Four consecutive days of rain had been reported starting yesterday. Still waiting. We need the rain desperately!

After golf, it was back to Verizon. To pick up the second computer. I thought the problem was resolved and it was the wireless connection purchased from Verizon. Turns out it was not. It is my computer. A problem that requires me to find someone to repair the computer itself.

The golf and humidity knocked me out. I laid down at 4 in the afternoon to rest a bit. I fell asleep. Woke at 7:20. I had the Stiletto Contest to judge at 8. I really had to move my ass!

The Stiletto Society sponsors a Stiletto Contest once a month. At Vinos on Duval. A cute wine/beer bar and seating area.

The place was packed! Ninety five per cent women. All well attired. Most in spectacular stiletto heeled shoes.

It was Red Hot Stiletto night. The shoes were hot! The ladies hot! Thirtys to fiftys. All lovely!

I knew none, except one. Wild! All the time I have been in Key West, I had never even seen the lovely ladies who were present last night.

Stephanie Kaple of Island Shoe Girl fame operates the Stiletto Society which sponsors the contest.

We were four judges. Three males and one female. We were seated at a table at one end of the room. At the other end was the doorway leading into the bar room. From that door to the judges’ table was a bright red carpet. The ladies walked towards us and then turned and sauntered back.The crowd, primarily ladies again, whooping it up and cheering.

Each judge was responsible for scoring each individual. 1-10. Ten was the best. About 20 ladies participated. Our only instruction was to score from the ankle down. And…..view from only the ankle down. Difficult to do!

I scored some women 1 and some 10. And the rest in between. In the end, the scores of the four judges were averged and the winner decided thusly.

It was a fun experience! Hope I am asked to do it again some time.

I ran into Theresa. The one female guest I knew. She used to wait tables at Antonia’s. That place I have not been a customer at for at least two years. She no longer waits tables. She is a liquor distributor. She was a participant in the Contest. Her shoes were great. Gave her her a 10!

Afterwards, I headed over to Don’s Place for a drink. Empty. Chatted with Angus for a while. One of the best of the best in Key West.

Then home to bed.

Tomorrow is my internet show. The Key West Lou Legal Hour. Most of today will be spent in final preparation for the show. Jenna is due in the afternoon to help me fine tune the show.

Tomorrow’s show will be my first in three weeks. My jaw has prevented me doing the show. I could not enunciate. I can speak clearly now. All will be able to understand me.

There is so much happening out in the world. So much has happened in the last three weeks. Ergo, I have much to talk about. To rant and rave about. Join me at 10 am my time tomorrow/friday. http://www.konkbroadcasting.com/.

Big weekend ahead! Fourth of July weekend. Key West is already filling up.

My playbook for the weekend is filling fast. I am not sure/cannot recall what tomorrow evening holds. Alsheimer setting in. Saturday is an all day big time pool party at Karen’s. You have not lived till you’ve done a Key West pool party!

The Fourth is fireworks and a beach party. Fireworks on the White Streer Pier. The party on the grounds of the Casa Marina. Right now the game plan is to watch the fireworks from Nate and Missy’s place. They live three stories up near the beach.

July 6 is a big All american day, also. My birthday. Number 76!

Thursday is our four team bocci party at Don’s Place. A winner every year!

David’s birthday is this week, also. July 3. He will be 61. I joke with him that he is a mere child compared to me.

Mike Yutzy is coming in for a couple of days. Mike is my friend from Las Vegas. The love of his life lives in Fort Lauderdale. They will be here saturday and sunday. He is friend to Don, also. The four of us plan on dinner together sunday evening.

Enjoy your day!

Weird day yesterday machinery wise.

I have two computers. Both down yesterday. I spent three pluse hours sitting around Verizon trying to have the problem to one diagnosed. The new one I acquired two weeks ago. The older and very expensive one was in for attention the day before.

Turns out the problem for both had to do with the wireless connection.

By the way, Verizon are good people to deal with. They hung in there solving the problem. It was their device that was not communicating properly. The cost to me nothing, except for exasperation.

When I left Verizon, my cell phone would not work. There was a note saying no Sim contact. What the hell was Sim? I bought the phone from AT&T almost two years ago. Good attention at AT&T also. There was nothing wrong with the Sim card. They did not know why the phone screwed up. I could neither call nor receive for about an hour.

Then to Walgreen’s. Wanted to call my heart doctor’s office while I was waiting in a very slow moving line. Like 15 minutes to be reached. No cell phone service again!

Back to AT&T. I could not even get in the door. Everyone was trying to get in. Turns out AT&T was down for a couple of hours. My purported Sim problem in all oikelihood was a precursor to the major problem.

It was now close to 5 o’clock. I had spent a day with failing machinery. I lost a lengthy blog in the morning just as I finished it. Spent time sitting around Vedrizon.They should get something for their customers to read. And then, the AT&T debacle.

In the meantime, Michael Shields questions how I could advise my blog readers my computer was down. There are others whose computers were working. Like Lisa. And then a friend/reader who believes I need a new computer.There can be other legitimate reasons besides age why a computer is down. Besides, I have two computers as explained. I bought the new one because I am lazy. My home is two stories. I wanted a computer upstairs and another downstairs. I am lazy. Perfsonal conveniences are always a goal.

Do I sound frustrated? I am/was. A pain in the ass day…..all day!

My evening was better. Hit Don’s Place early. Jenna still sick. A crew came in from golf. Don, David, Larry and more. Michelle there. We spoke quite a while. She is Italian/Irish in origin. We talked of her background. Especially the Italian part. All familiar to me.

Erica, Herschel, Rob, Bebe, Alex, Boomer and more at Don’s also. It was like New Year’s Eve at 6 in the evening.

Kurt and I hooked up and went to Outback for dinner. I was able to chew. I had to order selectively, however. Ribs that fell off the bone. Soft. And a baked potato.

I was home in bed by nine.

This morning golf!

The weather is turning. The humidity heavy. Rain is projected for the next 4-5 days. Good! We need rain desperately here in Florida. I don’t care if it makes it impossible to complete play. That is how bad rain is needed!

My desr friend Susan Cullen of Chart Room fame is home. She fell from her bicycle over the weekend and broke her leg. Required surgery. A plate and cadaver were needed. Sheila and I are now birds of a feather.

I visted Sheila at he hospital yesterday morning before I started my computer trek. She looked good for a woman in pain! I might have jumped her bones if she did not have a broken bone. Only joking! But good you did look, Sheila!

Poor Stephanie Kaple. She owns a condo in a 7 or 8 condo building. Two nights ago at around 4 in the morning, the gent living upstairs apparently had a party. The newspaper claims he picked up 2 guys somewhere on Duval. Took them them home with him. They showered together, did some cocaine.

A brawl ensued. The two guests escaped in their underwear. The police were called. Stephanie’s neighbor bolted himself in the apartment. He had a gun. He started 6 different fires in the apartment. A shot rang out. He was found dead in the bathtub with a bullet hole in his head. He had done himself in.

Stephanie is safe.Sshe and her dog temporarily out of an abode. A friend has opened an empty golf course home for her to live in. Stephanie lost her furniture and clothes. Has significant property damage to her condo. And tons of damaged expensive shoes.

Stephanie is the Island Shoe Girl. Tonight is her monthly Stilletto Contest at Vino’s on Duval. I am judging. Why, I am not sure. Stiletto heeled female shoes are not quite with my area of expertise. It should be fun!

Enjoy your day!

Tragedy!

My computer screwed up! I had a terrific blog  completed for today. All kinds of interesting happenings. Just as I finished, my computer crashed.

I am finally home. Tried to retrieve the blog at Lisa’s and Verizon’s. Could not. It is floating somewhere in never never land.

I am exhausted!

No blog today. Sorry. I am just too tired. It is close to mid afternoon.

So……some goodies from todays lost blog and some new items from today’s activities will appear tomorrow.

My apologies again.

Enjoy your day!

A lovely Sunday yesterday!

I was up early. Had to be at the airport by 8. Cameron was leaving at 9 for Mongolia. Cameron is my 16 year old grandson by marriage. Part of my extended family.

A good kid!

Cameron has been selected by some group to spend a month in Mongolia. Performing what has been described as community service. He will live with a Mongolian family while he is there.

The airport scene was sad. We had time for breakfast. Every one trying to be cheerful. Even me.

The good byes at security were especially touching. Cameron’s mother Myra was crying. Corey trying to act tough. Lisa’s eyes filled. Mine also.

Robert and Ally had there arms around Cameron’s legs. I thought Ally was going to bust out in tears.

Cameron flew American to Miami.Then American to Los Angeles. He was met in LA by his group leader. Cameron roomed last night with another young man who was going to Mongolia with the group. Some one Cameron had not met before.

He telephoned his mother Myra at 3 this morning. Midnight LA time. He was in the pool with some others who were traveling to the Orient with the group.

Cameron flies to Soeul, Korea, this morning. Then somehow to Mongolia. From Soeul forward, it will be small planes, vans and buses. Perhaps even a camel. I kid you not.

He will be staying with a Mongolian family. Tent inhabitants, probably. Mongolians are nomadic in nature. Their homes are frequently moved about. Ergo, the tent existence.

Modern toilet facilities will not be genrally available. A hole in the ground.

After the airport visit, I was off to the Coffee House. Awfully early to be up! I had a cup of coffee and browsed through the Sunday New York Times. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I never made it to the final portion of the Church revival service.

Lunch time brought an unexpected visit by Lisa and the family. Robert and Ally were in their swim suits. They came to swim!

Not yesterday! The pool copping was being painted.

We had lunch and they left. Probably to the beach.

I spent the rest of the afternoon writing and watching the golf match on TV. These young players all putt extremely well. All perform like Tigers! Whatever happens with Tiger’s career from this point forward, he can know he elevated the game to another level. Today’s new players would never have played this well were they not in chase of Tiger Woods.

Jenna and I had dinner at the Yacht club. A quiet enjoyable interlude. For two people 50 years apart, we communicate well. Her midwestern Indiana upbringing and the influence of her parents enable our relationship. Interesting.

I was home early. Before 9.

Some tidbits.

I just found out via Facebook this morning that friend Sheila from the Chart Room is in the hospital.She had an accident and broke several bones. As soon as I am finished here, I am off to the hospital to visit her.

Stephnaie Kaple of shoe girl fame suffered a disaster, also. A fire. I communicated immediately upon hearing yesterday. Jean Thornton had e mailed me from where ever she is  vacationing. I telephoned Stephanie immediately. She was harried. I merely expressed sorrow, told her I was glad she was well, and offered her and her dog a place to stay.

Stephnie’s monthly stiletto contest is this Wednesday evening at Vino’s on Duval. I am scheduled to Judge! Going to be an experience. Attractive ankles and the cut of a woman’s calf, I understand. Shoes, I do not.

I am a Manhattan College graduate. Manhattan men are known as Jaspers. After the founder of the College, Brother Jasper.

Jasper John R. is a loyal blog reader. He too is a Manhattan grad. Ergo, the Jasper name. He comments frequently to this blog.

Jasper lives some where in New Jersey. He is a bit younger than me, but not my much I suspect.

Jasper’s wife, Evelyn Reinke, died of cancer. Evelyn’s birthday is July 1. Her neice thought it would be nice to celebrate Evelyn’s memory and birthday by doing something more than just sitting around and talking of her. She came up with the idea of a blood drive. Apparently Evelyn had roughly 125 pints of blood and 75 of platlets in her attempts to survive.

So a blood drive in Evelyn’s honor has been planned for July 1. It will be at the Micro Waste facility , 5 Industrial Drive, New Brunswick, NJ. From noon to six in the evening.

Go! Give! Help replenish the gift of life!

Telephone 732-565-5880 to sign up. If you give elsewhere, remember to say it is honor of Evelyn Reinke.

Let me know how it goes, Jasper.

Then there is Martin BK of the Washington, DC, area. Another loyal blog reader and commentator.

He wrote recently he was going to catch the last Follies show. He wrote afterwards how terrific it was. He was especially complimentary of Terri. He further mentioned the show would be opening next month in New York.

What irritates and disappoints me is that I had it arranged for Martin BK and whoever was in his party to gain admission after the show backstage. He would have met Terri and Donna personally and been Terri’s guest at the closing party.

My problem was and is I did not and still do not know how to communicate back to my readers. You can appreciate I cannot have my telephone or personal e mail floating out there on the internet. So I failed in getting this info to Martin.

Sorry, Martin.

Enough for today. I have to shower and head over to the hospital. My friend Shiela needs me!

Enjoy your day!

Good morning world!

Hello from early Sunday morning in Key West.

Yesterday was spent writing and watching TV. With a bit of sun bathing thrown in. I find as I get older that the skin does not maintain a tan well.

Last night was outstanding! Our bocce banquet!

At Cowboy Bill’s. A terrific party!

Cowboy’s was packed inside and out. Every one in a good mood. Having fun!

The evening started at Don’s Place. Met some team members. Drove over to Cowboy Bill’s. Michelle and Alex rode with me. The day had been warm . Thetop up. Nichelle insisted I put it down. She said…..you’ve two hot women here…..show them off!

Alex, by the way, is female.

Our team won 3 awards.Plus, one other sponsored Don teams won another. We walked away with the most plaques. I was happy for Don and David.

One plaque was for being the Most Improved Team. We went from 12th place last season to 3rd this season. Another for our teams Third Place finish in the thursday night league. Well deserved! The highest the team has ranked in the 5 or 6 years of its existence. Don received a special award which read in part…..In appreciation for all your support as a sponsor and a friend of the Southernmost Bocce League. Don sponsors 3 teams. He accepted the award for his sponsored team which came in second in the thursday night league.

I enjoyed the evening. Every one and every thing top shelf. From the people, to the food, to the drinks.

It was my intention to attend a church revival after the bocce banquet. The old fashioned fire and brimstone thing. Last night was called Night of Glory. Never made it. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

The three day revival is sponsored by the Church of Christ. The closing service is 10:30 this morning. I shall try again. My intentions are good. However, I have a feeling I will  not make it.

Why do I want to attend? Out of respect to one of my dental hygenists. She and her husband run/minister a church in Key West. They are sponsoring the revival.

My morning starts busy.

My grandson Cameron leaves for Mongolia at 8. You heard me correctly, Mongolia. Somewhere near China.

Cameron is 16. Just completed his second year of high school. A good kid. A good older brother to Robert and Ally.

Some group/organization sponsors world wide trips for young persons. Six have been selected from the Key West area this year. One is Cameron. All alone he leaves this morning to fly to Los angeles where he will hook up with other persons traveling to the Far East. Cameron will live with a family. His responsibility is to assist/provide community service to the Mongolian people.

What a trip! What an experience! We are all excited for him. Cameron, of course, is more excited than any one and cannot wait to get on the plane.

Tonight…..I think…..I am having dinner with Jenna at the Yacht Club.

It’s a tough life!

Enjoy your Sunday!