Mike Yutzy is a Vegas friend.They do not come any better.

Yesterday Mike texted me with some sad news. Peter Falk had died.

Peter Falk of Columbo fame. Star of many other movies and TV shows.

I enjoyed Falk for two reasons primarily. First, he entertained me. He brought joy and pleasure regardless of the role he played. Second, he graduated from Syracuse University. He received his Masters at SU some time in the mid 1950s.

Falk only had one eye. At age 3, he lost the other due to cancer.

Falk flirted with central New York more than once, more than Syracuse. He did some undergraduate work at Hamilton College. Hamilton is about 10 miles outside Utica. He started at Hamilton, left, did a stint if I recall correctly in the merchant marine, and then reurned to Hamilton. He did not stay long. He attended one or more schools before he finally obtained his Bachelor’s degree some where else.

Early in Falk’s career, he was doing a play in New York City. He happened upon the Art Students League. He walked in and opened a door. There was a female nude model “…buck-ass naked.”

Falk took up art as a result. In his later years, he spent much time in his Beverly Hills garage. He had made it over into a studio for charcoal sketching. Many of the sketches were of nude females. He once said “…the female body is awesome.”

I agree. My art collection contains many nudes by noteworthy artists. The female body is awesome!

Lets return to Syracuse University for a moment.

The law school building was next to the art school building. One day my study group of Parker Stone, David Yafee and I were out walking taking a break from our studies. It started to rain. We entered the art school building to get out of the rain. We experienced a Peter Falk moment.

The door to one of the class rooms was open. There sat this lovely young lady “bare-ass naked” as Falk would say.

Wow! Wow! And wow, again! This was 1957. Such views were rare. Extremely! I would observe that if a man wanted to see a naked woma back thenn, he had to marry. That is how it was!

Needless to say, more frequent break walks were needed. The art school building became a haven of sorts and I discovered I was a voyeur at heart.

Don’s wife is on vacation. Ergo, Don and I went out last night. We met first at his place. Don’s Place. Then to the Chart Room.

The new bartender was working. JJ. Only his second day. Don’t know whether I like him yet. Need more time. Key West bartenders are entertainers and a celebrity breed, also. I did not get to chat with JJ that long to come to any conclusions about him.

Ran into some terrific tourists at the Chart Room. Their first time Key West visit. They hail from Elizabeth Town, Pennsylvania. Some where in the Hershey area.

Two couples.

Jen and Neil were one. Jen is a substiute teacher. Neil is an admissiomns coordinator for a trade school.

The other couple were Lindsi and Andy. Lindsi is in med school. Impressive! Andy is with Aunty Annes. I hope I got his company name correct.

These four rented a two bedroom condo at Truman Annex. They were and are having the time of their lives. Each swore to return to Key West.

They will.

We all left the Chart Room together. The four were off to Better Than Sex. A desert restaurant. Don and I went to Island Dogs.

Visited with a lot of the help and customers. Many I knew. Some of Don’s staff work at Island Dogs part time. One is Tommy. Another Don’s Place bartender Todd was coming in as we were leaving.

I tried eating last night. I am enunciating. So that problem is behind me. Chewing is still a problem. I have to try different things to find out where I am at. Last night was wings. No good. I ate them all. With much difficulty, however. Too crispy. I am about 50 per cent home regarding the chewing problem. That’s progress! A week ago, I could not chew at all!

I dropped Don off at Don’s Place and returned home.

Tonight is big! The bocce league is having their season banquet this evening. At Cowboy Bill’s. I have never been there. Don is being recognized. He is getting an award for his unfailing support of the bocce league and program over the years.

Hopefully after the bocce party, I will be in condition to head over to the Keys Community College. One of the dental hygenists  working on me is wife to a minister.They have their own church. She is always asking me to attend services. This weekend the church is sponsoring a three day revival. My sense it is one of those old fashioned hell burning fire and brimstone things.

I promised her I would try to attend. Just a part. A small part. The 7 o’clock tonight portion. It lasts 4-5 hours. If I arrive a bit late, it will make no difference.

It appears my night will be whooping it up followed by some church going. An interesting combination!

Cowboy Bill’s has a mechanical bull. It will be a first time for me watching it in operation. Worry not, Louis will not attempt to ride the bull. No way!

Enjoy your day!

I had a wonderful time yesterday!

About time! 

The pendulum is starting to swing back to normal.

My dental appointment was first thing in the morning. Two hours of it. I was not sure when I left if progress had been made.

I had appointments booked back to back. My next stop was Tammy at Lee Nails for a pedicure and manicure. Did the pedicure first. Comforting. I fell asleep.

I had trouble staying awake during the manicure.  When I went to pay Tammy, I shortchanged her $12. I had difficulty comprehending the dollar exchange.

What was up? I am off the pain pills. They were crazy. I had a problem sleeping all week. My behaviour was strange. Withdrawal?

Headed to Publix. My chewing capability was to have improved following yesterday’s dental work.

I purchased some items which required chewing. Simple things, but food items I have not been able to handle without the blender. Like cold cuts. Boloney, ham and cheese. I wanted to try wings. Deliberation resulted in me passing. If I could not chew yet, I would have wasted the purchase. A wise judgment from a person who could not stay awake an hour earlier nor make change.

I instead bought a jar of pickled pigs feet! Why, I am not sure. The last time I had pigs feet was roughly 60 years ago when we lived on James Street in Utica. It was a poor man’s dish. A staple in our home. My eye caught the bottle of pigs feet on the shelf and I went for it!

Immediately to home to try my new food choices.the blender and I had a conversation first. I advised it was time to move on  in our relationship. The blender reacted like a discarded spouse. Not a pleasant situation.

I tried a piece of each cold cut. The boloney, ham and cheese. No way! Pain! The blender was smiling.

I was glad I had passed on the wings. It would have been impossible to able to handle them.

Now came the pigs feet. Saturated with vinegar. No problem. Easy to chew. I was excited.

The pigs feet sat in my stomach for about four hours. Never again!

The blender and I mated once more. It was a loving experience. The blender’s demise is still a ways off.

Took a nap. Think it helped.

Last night,  I hooked up with Jenna at the Chart Room. I felt terrific! One reason was because I was able to talk. Socialize. I suddenly had no enuncition problem.

The pop corn is outstanding at the Chart Room. I ate two bowls of it. No problem chewing.

I was on a roll!

Emily was her usual cheery self.

A couple walked in. Todd and Christa Melrose from Pataskala, Ohio. Somewhere in the Columbus area. Todd works in concrete, Chrsta is a second grade teacher. This was day one of their first time in Key West. They are here celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary.

Christa lovely with a bubbly personality. But it was her husband Todd who became my instantaneous best friend and probably will be so for life.

We got into Wyatt Earp and Bat Masterson. Turns out Todd is an old west freak as I am! I did an internet show about the two old west law men a couple of weeks ago.Then followed it up with an Amazon Kindle legal blog.

Todd knew all the stars who have played Earp on the screen. He knew OK Corral.

Almost orgastic! I find very few of the younger generation who have heard of Earp, Masterson or OK Corral. Almost Unamerican!

Then the conversation moved onto the Military Channel. I watch it a portion of every day. So does Todd! Christa interjecting her husband has the channel on TV almost all day.

There is hope for this country. There should be more Todds. People need to be aware of history to appreciate where we are and the ideological political fights being experienced. History is a good teacher. It does repeat itself. Unfortunately man often does not learn because of ignorance or just not paying attention.

Happy Anniversary, Todd and Christa!

Then Jenna and I were off to the the Marriott Town ‘n Country. We sat at the bar. Robert greeted us. A good crowd. It was Jenna’s time to shine. She knew many people. Jenna has lived in Key West less than a year. I am impressed with the progress she has made professionally and in becoming part of the Key West fabric.

Food time! Testing time once more. We ordered a small pizza and fried calamari.

The pizza was no problem. The calamari, wow! Pain! Not as bad as the boloney, ham and cheese. But I could not handle the chew factor.

A couple sat next to us. Early 40s. The guy part at one point turned to me and said…..you should be on radio with that voice.

They were Omar and Mia Garcia. Both Conchs. Omar a soon to be retired fireman. Mia works with Dr. Behrman.

Omar is first cousin to Vidal. A leading Key West gay. A drag star of exceptional talent and beauty. Vidal has a second life also as a photographer. He is considered the best on the island.

The mention of Vidal brought Sergio Sanchez’s name into the conversation. Serge is Conch and my cousin through marriage. They do not come better than Serge. Serge is Vidal’s cousin, also.

Jenna and I had a good time chatting with Omar and Mia. Hope we run into them again.

The evening was a winner! I could enunciate. I was able to converse. I talked myself silly.
My chewing ability was tested. The blender and I will continue our relationship a bit longer.

I was not tired during the evening. I was energized!

It was great being back! Being normal!

Today is friday. Friday in Key West. I have nothing planned. Perhaps a Hogfish lunch to test my chewing capabilities further. Will sit in the shade and read the newspapers while experimenting.

I am edging back into daily swimming in the pool. Will do that a bit.

Tonight?

Enjoy your day!

Good morning!

Still dark outside. I continue to have trouble sleeping. All jaw related. I am up early once again.

I will not be doing my internet show tomorrow morning. The Key West Lou Legal Hour. http://www.konkbroadcasting.com/. KONK will be playing a rerun of a former show. My jaw makes it impossible to sit and talk for an hour. It is the required continual talking. I have difficulty enunciating. The pain would be horrible afterwards.

Watch however the rerun. Each show has consistently been informative and fun to listen to.

Golf yesterday morning. Wowie!

Golf did not hurt my jaw.

I played with Nate, Don, Larry and Yankee Jack.

Nate is a former pro tournament player. Lasted only a couple of years. He is a scratch player. As he has said many times, you have to be better than the usual scratch player to make it professionally.

Nate was the best yesterday! As expected! He was the big dollar winner. $39! Big money in our games.

Shockingly, I was a winner also. $4.

Don and Yankee were the big dollar losers. Larry some where in between.

Strokes were given all over the place. I did terrific! Even Larry got strokes. We were all playing off Nate’s ball. Don is a good golfer, but not in Nate’s league. Don refused strokes. He played Nate even. His tough guy stance cost him $15!

Last night was fun! I went out. To dinner. A mistake. I enjoyed only parts of my meal. I still have difficulty chewing.

By pre-arrangement, we met at Don’s Place. The “we” consisted of Larry, Robby, Lois, Don, Mary Deasy, Nate, Missy and me. Larry was our host. He had invited us all to dinner as his guests. Why, I am not sure. Larry is that way. Thank you again, Larry.

I met Robby and Lois for the first time. They are from Danville, Pennsylvania. They have been coming to Key West for years. Every few months. Both are retired educators. Robby was a math teacher. Lois taught the fifth grade.

Interesting people. Nice people. Lois a lovely.

The connection. Larry and Robby have been friends since the first grade. Their relationship continued through school and now into the gentler years.

Nice.

Larry’s choice for dinner was Sweet Tea’s. He had never been there. I had never been there, either. As it turned out, the only one to have dined there was Don and he recommended Sweet Tea’s strongly.

Larry’s desire and Don’s recommendation were both right on. Sweet Tea’s is fantastic! I shall be a somewhat frequent customer.

Sweet Tea’s is located where the former Keys Piano Bar was located. I felt a touch of sadness as I entered. I frequented the Keys Piano Bar. Big time! Donna and I would go together. Before Terri’s time. I even did a New Year’s Eve there. Donna and Terri met for the first time at the Keys Piano Bar.

Sweet Tea’s has been renovated. Bright cheerful hues.

The food absolutely orstanding! A WOW! Plates loaded with good home made cooking. Tasty! And…..I was able to handle the meat loaf and bread stuffings. I totally failed with regard to the macaroni and cheese and cole slaw.

Key West icon Tom Luma bartending. A personality.

I met Dina. Dina is one of the owners or the owner.She waites tables also. May cook a bit in addition. Nice person! I wish her and Sweet Tea’s success!

Pricewise, the place cannot be beaten. Average dinner price $10. Too much food and too little cost for such quality. Hope they make it! Could be. The place and bar were packed. Primarily, locals. A good sign.

George said hello to me.

George is a female. A beauty! A lovely disposition!

George is good friend to my daughter Lisa. She was at Lisa’s wedding eight years ago. I recall downing a  martini with her.

I have only seen George three times since the wedding. She bartends at Hog’s Breath. Not one of my usual haunts. I promised to remember her to Lisa. Lisa, take note.

This mornig, the dentist. Yes, again. I am beginning to think forever! I hope today’s procedure will help me to enunciate properly and be able to chew. I love my blender, but am ready to dump it.

I am not a happy  camper with my President this morning. I have been and continue to be an Obama supporter. But he continues to screw up in some significant areas. One is economics. He rewarded Wall Street who created the disaster. To the further detriment of the middle class which continues in a downward spiral. Straight down to the abyss of a lower/no class.

I worry that in the end, Obama is going to lean more to the right and downgrade Social Security and Medicare. While Wall Street and corporate America that he embolds will conintue to pay their higher echelon significant million dollar bonuses. And pay little to no taxes.

Yesterday, the President told us of how he proposes to with draw from Afghanistan. I was disappointed. Get out now, not two years from now. The numbers he came up with will only cover the surge numbers between now and September 2012. The remaining 70,000 troops will allegedly be out by 2014.

I do not believe it. Afghanistan has been a 10 year war. The longest in American history. We went into Afghanistan to get Osama bin Laden. We got him. Obama got him. Now we should get out! Like yesterday!

We cannot afford the war economically. We cannot and should not permit the continued maiming and killing of our service people.

Reagan was faced with a similar situation in 1983 in Lebanon. The Lebanese cabinet fell. A civil war resulted. Our Marines were being killed. Finally, 241 Marines were killed in one event. A suicide bombing in Beirut.

Reagan concluded the people we were trying to help were crazy.They hated us. We who were trying to assist them. Reagan decided to cut and run. Just like that. Here today, gone tomorrow.

He withdrew the Marines.

Obama should withdraw, also.

One person’s opinion.

We are presently involved in three wars. Not good. These military commitments have overextended the Nation economically. Continued participation dissipates our financial resources. To no avail.

These wars are not for our security. I am not sure what we as a Nation are doing. I would rather see the dollars spent at this time waging these wars invested in America’s economy. We need jobs in this country! Reinvesting those dollars in restructuring internal America is the key.

Like make love, not war, make jobs, not war, is the evolving cry.

I am sure Obama hears the cry. He is not effectively reacting to it.

Unfortunately.

Enjoy your day!

I have been up earlier the past two mornings doing this blog. This morning 5. Yesterday 3.

It is not that I am anxious to write each morning. Though actually I am. It is the pain! The problem is not so bad as to require a pain pill. But bad enough to be constatly irritating.

I do not understand how I can have a tooth ache where there is no tooth!

I went out yesterday. First time by day in over a week.

Exciting!

Had some bills to pay. Filled the gas tank. The new Volkswagn took only 11 gallons to fill. Then to Publix to shop. The cupboard was extremely bare. Needed blender compatible foodstuffs.

I enjoyed it all. Especially Publix. It never fails. Ran into several local friends. Made a new one.

I tried a chocolate covered donut the other day. There was a box frozen in the freezer. Thought I could handle one. Looked so good!

I let them thaw. Then took one small piece into my mouth. No way!

When will I eat normally again? My social life is affected, Drinking and eating are the big things down here. I do not drink, except an occasional one. I am not eating. Cannot chew. If it were not for the weather, my life would be down and low. No Question. The best place to be incapacitated a bit is Key West. Even if you cannot play as normal people do.

I live and learn. I wanted to get some money to a friend quickly. Discovered Western Union. The transfer took all of 16 seconds. And I was able to do it at Publix! I suspect the Publix employee who assisted me thought I was nuts. I kept repeating….Amazing!

Lynda Frachette does a dail internet news letter about goings on in Key West. She also announces therein (a remnant of my lawyer days) birthdays and anniversarys. My birthday is July 6. The announcement was follwed by a description of a Cancer person. My birthday falls into the Cancer time frame.

The description was right on. Fit me to a T.

I recall many years ago being on a train returning from New York City to Utica. A time when people primarily took trains.

I was glancing through a magazine when I came across the description of a Cancer Male Attorney. Wow! Did it fit!

I will not bore you with the description. If interested further, look it up on the internet. Today’s blog is getting long.

Rocco, where are you? I don’t think you love me any more.

Martin BK, how were Terri and the Follies Sunday?

Golf this morning! I will survive. And enjoy.

Enjoy your day!

I did it! Finally left my home after nine days! Twice!

The first was to the dentist.

I should have stayed home. Left hurting more than when I went in.

The second time was in the evening. I needed to get out. Regardless of the pain I was experiencing. The cabin fever was overwhelming.

It was Don’s Place for a couple of hours.

It was good to be with people again! Don, Kurt, Robert, Michelle, Toni, Boomer, Skip, Jimmy. I forget who else.

I confess. I had a couple of drinks to kill the pain. It did somewhat. But not enough.

I shot pool. First time in 40 years! Eight ball with Jimmy. One game. I lost. Not badly. I scratched after making the 8 ball.

The last time I played was with a Judge back in Utica. Anthony Garramone. We would meet for lunch religiously on Wednesdays. At our men’s club, the Fort Schuyler Club. After lunch, we would go upstairs for an hour or two to shoot pool. And talk. Generally about politics, the law and women.

Anthony’s nick name was Muzzy. Even to this day. We grew up two doors apart on Jay Street in Utica. The Petrones and Garramones were neighbors. The Garramones occupied 3 houses, the Petrones one.

Muzzy’s Uncle Frank married my Aunt Fanny. Neighbors who married. Sometime in the late 1920s or early
1930s.

There is a story that has continued in the Garramone/Petrone family folklore over the years. On Aunt Fanny and Uncle Frank’s wedding night, Aunt Fanny as giving her new husband flack over something. He told her to get his pants and put them on. She said…..are you crazy…..they’re too big for me! He replied…..now you know who wears the pants in the family!

Those were the days on Jay street! Utica’s Italian ghetto from the 1920s through the 1950s.

It is about three in the morning. Woke. Wide awake. Pain in jaw non existant. Pain in temples. Substituted one pain for another. The drinks took care of the jaw. But left another pain.

I am going out later in the day. Need a pedicure. Refuse to stay in.

The blender and I are still a team. No divorce in sight in the near future.

It is back to bed for me. Hopefully to sleep for a  few more hours.

Enjoy your day!

It’s a new life, it’s a good day for me!

I have a dentist appointment at 9:30. Stitches to be removed. Some other work done. I suspect I will be in better shape afterwards.

I better be! This has been my week from Hell!

Father’s Day was the same as all days this past week. I stayed home. All alone by the telephone. Watched the Open. Me and my blender.

Except for one bright spot. A Father’s Day visit by Lisa and family. They brought me flowers.There is a colorful spot in the kitchen where they sit.

They had just finished swimming at Fort Zach. Corey was excited. He described how Robert and Ally donned their snorkeling equipment and swam the length of the beach with him. Out in the deep part beyond the rocks.
About ten feet deep. Each time they saw something which attracted them, they snapped their bodies and went down to the ocean floor.

Corey was impressed. Robert and Ally have been snorkeling for at least three years.The past week at the Reef Relief summer camp had fine tuned them.

My fish!

The day finished on a high note. Marty telephoned me.

Marty lives in Hallandale. He was calling from a float in his brother’s pool in the East Hamptons. The far end of Long Island. With a martini in hand, off course. He and Donna vacationing.

Marty is well again. Obviously. Back into the martinis!

He will return to Key West later this week. I look forward to his visit.

That’s all folks! Time to get ready for the dentist. Hopefully my day, no, my life, will be better afterwards.

Enjoy your day!

Happy Father’s Day!

First to my Dad! 97 years young! Who would have believed!

Love you, Dad! Hang in there!

Then to me and all the other fathers out there!

These are difficult times. Unless you are a banker or involved with Wall Street, things are not as they should be. Not as had been anticipated. Disruption everywhere.

The disruption extends to the family unit also. There are more and more dysfunctional families. Family members not talking to each other. The young screwing the old financially. Children throwing Dads/parents under the bus for financial gain. Greed affecting the very core of families to the total destruction of the family unit.

Things change. The world is not as it was. Nor as it was expected to be.

Change has become the constant.

Dads everywhere, enjoy the day with whomever and whatever you have. Make the best of that which is.

I am feeling better. Yesterday was the best day yet this week. I would say I am ok in every respect, except appearance and ability to speak normally. Jaw still swollen and bruised. Is my upper lip going to be purple forever? I still have trouble talking. Enunciation non existant. Words get garbled. I am difficult to understand.

I know. I have always been difficult to understand in many respects. This is a new and different type difficulty, however.

Larry Smith and I had an interesting conversation friday. On the telephone. With Larry having a bit of difficulty understanding me. I understood him, however.

Larry called to ask if I needed anything. Though we do not always agree, he is a friend and loyal reader of this blog. I told him thank you, but no.

We chatted a bit.

Then he told me what his charming wife Christine was up to. Christine was in Saratoga. Relatively close to my home town, Utica. Relatively close to her former home town, Woodstock.

Why Saratoga? The racing season does not start for a month.

Turns out Christine was there helping out family members. If my recollection is correct, a neice and her husband. If I have it wrong, I apologize. But relatives they are.

The wife has cancer and is undergoing chemotheray every day. The husband recently lost both kidneys and is on the dyalis machine every day. They are being treated as out patients in different cities. One in Saratoga, the other in Albany.

Larry and I got into a discussion of the relative illnesses of Christine’s family members and me. I am going to get better. The family members…..questionable. All of a sudden, I felt ashamed for only having thought of myself all week. There are many others in the world far sicker than I.

I immediately felt better.

Which reminded me of something I had heard many years ago…..I was unhappy I did not have shoes till I met a man who had no feet.

Sorry if today’s blog is a bit heavy, thoughtful. It’s the way it came out. I never know what I am going to say when I sit at the computer in the morning. It just flows.

Enjoy the day!

I am feeling better.

Yesterday, ok. So far this morning, good. Sleep still screwed up. Wake every hour. Must be the second pill I am taking. Still having crazy dreams.

My next dentist visit is Monday. I cannot wait. My jaw still swollen and bruised. I am talking strange. Enunciating poorly. Impossible to chew.

But…..I am getting there!

One positive is that I have lost five pounds in five days!

I miss going out and socializing. I enjoy people. Early next week should find me back into my normal life style.

Reef Relief. A local organization whose goal is to preserve and protect living coral reef and ecosystems.The reef as we know it is 10-12 miles off Key West. I have snorkeled at the reef. Magnificent! Colorful fish and underwater foliage. Some of the fish are big. Many the time my heart fluttered a bit!

Robert and Ally are doing a two week summer camp under the auspices of the Reef Relief organization.

Ally telephoned me yesterday to share her experience with me.

The group is for 6-12 year olds. They are boated out to the reef. Swim, dive and snorkel. All day long.

Robert and Ally already swim better than me and most adults. They have been snorkeling for three years. Such would be expected. Their father Corey is a professional diver.

What a way for my grandkids to live!

Stephanie Kaple is a dear Key West friend. As Jenna is.

Stephanie is crazy about shoes. High heeled ones. Stilettos.

Stephanie is known as the Island Shoe Girl. She does a weekly blog. www.theislandshoegirl.com. Starts the column with shoes and ends up solving some world problem. A deep person! I recommend her blog to you.

Stephanie also does a weekly internet show at KONK. My station, also.

Yesterday, Jenna guested on Stephanie’s show.

Jenna and I spoke last night. I asked if they talked about flip flops. Yesterday was National Flip Flop Day. No. Me thinks Stephanie was not even aware of the significance of yesterday.

Stephanie hates flip flops. Even crocs. She is always chastising me for wearing crocs.

I often wonder if she wants me to wear stilettos. Now, that would be a sight!

Stephanie also selects some person for the Stletto Award of the week. Generally has to do with shoes. Not yesterday. Jenna said I received the award. To compensate for my pain and suffering this past week

Thank you, Stephanie. But, I still will not wear stilettos! I do not shave my legs nor wear skirts. Doubt I would look good. People would start wondering! They would mentally think…..I always knew!

Stephanie also sponsors a Stiletto Contest at Vino’s once a month. Women parade and prance in high heels. I have agreed to judge this month’s contest. Should be fun. I had to promise to keep my eyes at ankle level and below.

Stiletto originally applied to knives. Dagger type. A slender point to permit the blade to quickly and deeply penetrate. A favorite of Italians. A modern day Mafia execution instrument.

The American switch blade is also considered a stiletto.

I recall many years ago reading a book involving a stiletto. It may have been a James Bond novel. Some one had to be killed. He was swimming at a Miami Beach hotel. The executioner dove in and swam under him. Took out his stiletto and in with one swift thrust took the guy out.

Today’s high heels are referred to as stilettos because of their length and thinness.

You can tell I feel better this morning. I am primarily talking about things other than my health.

Sitting around this past week, I did more reading than normal. I read a lot about Harry Truman. A most responsible and spectacular President

He called things as he saw them. He called a spade a spade. Without hesitancy.

I discovered an interesting Truman quote. Says it all about politicians. The quote applies especially to today’s politicians.

Harry Truman said:  “My choices in life were either to be a piano player in a whore house or a politician. And to tell the truth, there’s hardly any difference.”

Go Harry!

Enjoy your day!

Gorgeous outside. The weather continues to be perfect.

The MTV house across the water is yellow with pink trimming. Once the sun is up and running, it reflects brightly off the house. At the moment the sun is edging up. The yellow and pink are muted. So are the palm trees and water surrounding the house. A piece of beauty unto itself.

The weather by day continues around 90. By night, in the low 80s. Humidity by day getting heavy. Nights so so. Sometimes have to turn on the air conditioning in the middle of the night.

The evening weather is perfect convertible time. If I was getting out. Which I am not. I have been confined to home since Monday. Fun is becoming a distant thing in my memory!

I have a hair cut scheduled at 11:30. Need the hair cut. Plus, Lori will be away all of next week. Will I make it?

The swelling is down. Have a 2 inch x 1/4 inch dark purple stripe on my left jaw. Noticed last night my upper lip is totally dark purple. Like purple lipstick. Could not see it before because with no teeth there, the lip tends to cave in.

That is my problem. No teeth! How can I go out into the world toothless! Not me!

I am getting sick of lying in bed, watching TV and taking naps. I need to get out! Socialize! Talk with people!

Talking a problem. Hard to ennunciate and articulate.

I know. All this will soon pass. In the meantime, it is just me and my blender!

Enjoy your day!

Good news and bad news.

The good news first.

Donna and Terri telephoned me around 4 yesterday afternoon. All excited. One talking, one yelling in the background. I had to tell them to slow down. Finally, shut up!

Their message: Terri and Follies are going to Broadway! Rehearsals start in threee weeks. The show opens on the golden way in July.

Terri broke a leg!

What a wonderful continuation of Terri’s story. Three years ago she slept on a park bench in New York City for 3 months. Homeless. Now back on Broadway bigger than ever!

God is good!

Now for the bad news.

The pain came back big time around noon yesterday. Back to the pills. I had a horrible tooth ache where I have not had a real tooth in 50 years and no where near where the dentist worked on Monday.

I slept, but woke frequnetly and abruptly. Crazy dreams. crazy pills.

My computer broke. I spent last night and up until now having it worked on. I don’t know what is worse. Sleeping alone or having your computer die on you!

I am bleeding sporadically also.

When will this all end? Probably sometime over the weekend. The dentist said it would take a week.

In the meantime, I am a recluse. Stay in. Do not go out. Reading a lot. Watching some TV. Researching for tomorrow’s internet show which I will not be doing. There will be a rerun, however.

Enjoy your day!