Spring break was not for me during my college days. Who could afford it!
My education however did provide many “spring breaks” world wide later in life.
Several years ago, I experienced a sort of spring break. Reported the story in my blog at the time. An amusing episode.
This has been spring break week in Key West. It brought a Key West spring break experience to mind. Several years ago, a couple were visiting. We were out on Duval one night. Took them to Irish Kevin’s. A young people’s place. This old man especially liked it because the young ladies were often induced to take to the stage and expose their breasts.
The place was crowded with spring breakers. My friends my age. We worked our way to the bar and ordered drinks. The college students were pleasant. They engaged us in conversation. One asked what we were doing in Key West during spring break? What were we doing in Irish Kevin’s?
I lied. I did not tell them about the bare breasts. Instead, I responded, “We’re retired senior citizens who returned to college to get our degrees…..Decided we should do spring break, also!”
We were the heroes of the night! Could not buy a drink. Spent three hours with the kids having fun. Just college students hanging out together.
Another good sunday yesterday.
Spent the afternoon watching the PGA golf tournament. Tiger Woods was playing. His best performance in recent years!
He came in second. One stroke behind. His putting failed him. Otherwise, he would have won by several strokes.
The man who went years without missing a putt under 5 feet, missed a few yesterday. Two from 5 feet. Two more from 2-3 feet. His age? He is 42. Or, does he need to work at it more?
Interestingly, he sunk 2 or 3 putts from the 20 foot range.
Later in the afternoon to Hot Dog Church. Pastor Lauri as usual presiding. George, Art, Donna, Terri, and Bear already at the bar.
Glad I went! Met two former Syracuse University people.
First, Stacey Veeder. She took the empty seat at the bar next to me. My last name sounded familiar to her. Not from Key West. Where? From the recesses of her mind. She spent most of her career working in administration at Syracuse University. I was active with the University during certain of her years.
She was married. To a man. Surprised me. Hot Dog Church is a lesbian gathering. I was there by special invitation.
Married if I recall correctly 37 years. To Steve Wexler. Steve was a professor at the Syracuse College of Law for 21 years. Beginning in 1979.
She telephoned Steve to come over so we could meet. We did for a short time. We had not met during his teaching years. I graduated in 1960. However, I was a member and then chairman of the Law School Board of Visitors for many years. There was much we could talk about.
Hopefully, I will run into Stacey and Steve tonight at Dueling Bartenders.
Terri sings tonight at Dueling Bartenders. Tom, Rick and Terri will blow the walls out with their powerful renditions of yesterday tunes.
Speaking of Syracuse, the team made it to the NCAA Tournament. The listing announced last night. Sixty eight teams invited. Syracuse #68. Who cares? We made it! That’s enough!
I was surprised. Still maintain we do not belong. God was good however and snuck us in.
He will be even better if He permits us to make it to the Final Four.
Dinner last night was at Donna and Terri’s. George, Art and I enjoyed Chinese take out with the ladies.
For the past two years, I have frequently written about robots. Always lecturing they are coming and we are not preparing for them.
Flippy was introduced to Pasadena hamburger lovers as Flippy the Burger Flipping Robot recently. He can cook 2,000 burgers a day. He was introduced by the Cali Group that operates several hundred fast food burger places.
Flippy lasted two days. He did his job. The support staff did not. They could not. I refer to the humans who prepare the patties for the grill and those who pile on lettuce and other fixins’.
The humans could not keep up with Flippy.
Flippy is on leave while experts look the situation over to decide how humans have to function to keep up with Flippy.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt communicated with citizens via a method which became known as a fireside chat. No television back then. Only radio. The President would speak to the nation in comforting tones and keep them updated on what was happening. His first fireside chat on this day in 1933. A time of serious economic distress. Thirty percent unemployment. People scared.
Trump’s rallies are Roosevelt’s fireside chats. In form only. Not substance.
Trump rants and raves, demeans, criticizes, swears, etc. Far from Presidential. Not in the style of real leaders like Roosevelt, Kennedy, Johnson and Reagan.
His bully tough guy performances clear evidence the man lacks Presidential qualities.
Irma and Me doing well. I am impressed with the sales. My first book was a disaster sales wise. Those of you who have not yet ordered the book, please do so. You will enjoy!
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Enjoy your day!