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I have become too lazy in my old age to care for a dog. They are too damned needy but I do occasionally meet a beagle that melts my heart. They are not the smartest but they are so sweetly earnest. One of my favorite movie scenes is in Young Einstein when Charles Darwin shows up with The Beagle (a very cute looking like dog with a big badge to identify him as The Beagle).

I told her to take the pup and shove it, to the Humane society.

No more critters here.
 
starry, checked out the La Lucha jazz band website, and see that in August they are performing at Eddie V's in Tampa on Tuesday the 9th (6:30pm-10:30pm). One of their unique arrangements is to take an old classic song (such as "Cheek to Cheek"), or a contemporary one (Prince's "Raspberry Beret"), and turn it into an extended jazz number.
 
I haven't been to the Playground much but I thought I'd stop by here and say hi, seeing as 55 feels like I'm slipping in to my prime. :) At least I tell myself that daily.
 
Finally an evening when I'm not dying from the heat and humidity!

Hello everyone, I hope you're all fine and dandy
 
Yesterday, I sat next to a uniformed police officer and the department's psychologist. Every now and then, I would hear the officer speak haunting words, "I'll never get her face out of my mind," "Her mother's screams haunt me," and "I feel helpless still."

I've seen the psychologist at Starbucks quite often - he's a barista's godfather and has the same taste in shirts that I do, LOUD and PROUD - and have listened to him talk with detectives after they've helped with animal cruelty cases - Starbucks is a safe place for everyone. This was the first time I've seen him talk with an in-uniformed officer, and it kind of threw me.

Today I'm at one near a mall, the manager of the one where I was yesterday is here. She gave me a note from the psychologist, thanking me for my discretion and understanding: I left them alone and when I left I just did gave a respectful nod.

I'm shook, I know of what the cop is speaking of.
 
Yesterday, I sat next to a uniformed police officer and the department's psychologist. Every now and then, I would hear the officer speak haunting words, "I'll never get her face out of my mind," "Her mother's screams haunt me," and "I feel helpless still."

I've seen the psychologist at Starbucks quite often - he's a barista's godfather and has the same taste in shirts that I do, LOUD and PROUD - and have listened to him talk with detectives after they've helped with animal cruelty cases - Starbucks is a safe place for everyone. This was the first time I've seen him talk with an in-uniformed officer, and it kind of threw me.

Today I'm at one near a mall, the manager of the one where I was yesterday is here. She gave me a note from the psychologist, thanking me for my discretion and understanding: I left them alone and when I left I just did gave a respectful nod.

I'm shook, I know of what the cop is speaking of.

Proud of you. :rose:
 
It's been really horrible here on the afternoons & nights I don't get any storms to cool it off.

The electric company's profits have gotten quite a contribution from me during the last two months. As hot as it has been the air conditioning has cost about $200 more each month than usual. I'm almost ready to move the food out of the fridge and move into there. :(
 
Proud of you. :rose:

There are still some cops in our city's department that wouldn't have felt like this officer, would have just played it off and kept on being racist f*cks. The number of those in our department is dwindling, since the union has not been paying for their attorneys in civil matters.
 
Got the horrible news one of my longest best friends (20 years) was found dead in his apartment this morning when he didn't show up for work at the radio station. He was only 55 and was one of those hiking, fishing, never met a stranger guys.
 
Got the horrible news one of my longest best friends (20 years) was found dead in his apartment this morning when he didn't show up for work at the radio station. He was only 55 and was one of those hiking, fishing, never met a stranger guys.

It happens unfortunately. Watch the cause be an undiagnosed damaged heart valve or enlarged heart.
 
Dry roasting up here.

93 Deg. at 1:00 PM and 47% humidity.

Lawn mowing is out until the heat wave ends.
 
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Got the horrible news one of my longest best friends (20 years) was found dead in his apartment this morning when he didn't show up for work at the radio station. He was only 55 and was one of those hiking, fishing, never met a stranger guys.

Not good.
 
93 Deg. at 1:00 PM and 47% humidity.

Lawn mowing is out until the heat wave ends.

It is 85F here and I have to drive a "far piece" up the road on business. I am beginning to wish that I had taken care of that earlier in the morning. Doing that kind of thing solo is not nearly as much fun as it used to be with a beautiful sidekick who would wear a sleeveless sun dress in this kind of weather... Every now and then she would unfasten one strap and pop out one of her breasts to distract me from myself.
 
It happens unfortunately. Watch the cause be an undiagnosed damaged heart valve or enlarged heart.

This has been mind numbing. I really had a hard time functioning Thursday. Friday was better because I could talk to a couple friends who knew how close We'd once been. He was in my life 23 years. He's the only guy I'd ever considered saying yes to if he'd say let's go get married. He was seeing me and someone else at one time and he chose her. She turned him into her house boy then dumped his butt for someone slick, professional looking with an obscene amount of money. His life then became party party party. So these days I was really a very extremely small part of his life but he kept watch on me thru Facebook. I'm just still horrified because other then telling him Happy Birthday in June, my last conversation with him was are you ok??? Cause something was just off and he'd been pretty quiet lately. He was all I'm absolutely fine. Now he's dead.
 
Sorry for your loss Starry. Sounded like he was a good dude though.
 
(((starry))) . . . the depth of your emotions and feelings show the true nature of your relationship with him. Let the tears of loss be replaced by the tears of joy for having had such a long friendship.
 
starry, checked out the La Lucha jazz band website, and see that in August they are performing at Eddie V's in Tampa on Tuesday the 9th (6:30pm-10:30pm). One of their unique arrangements is to take an old classic song (such as "Cheek to Cheek"), or a contemporary one (Prince's "Raspberry Beret"), and turn it into an extended jazz number.

The group has a Facebook wall and some you tube video. I saw a Latin music fest coming up in Tampa but I got side tracked before finding the list to see if they are in it. My guess would be yes unless booked elsewhere. You are right they really are that good. I'll be keeping an eye out for them around here


(((starry))) . . . the depth of your emotions and feelings show the true nature of your relationship with him. Let the tears of loss be replaced by the tears of joy for having had such a long friendship.

You are right. 23 years as even friends with anyone is big. I'm trying to think of the good times and the days when we hung out together. He even had me meet his mom and made a huge deal about getting to meet mine on the rare trip she made down here. We had some crazy fun before he made choices I understand but I consider bad choices. In some ways freewill sucks and all I could do was step back and out of his public life. Once Facebook came into being he friended me and that let him keep the thin friendship thread thru there to keep track of me. I never fit into his life once he made those choices he did and a lot of those choices were made based on his career and public image. What people thought of him shaped a lot of his life after the blonde dumped him. They both were media people here. He never ignored me in private or the very occasional public post I made on his wall. But he never tried to hang out together anymore either.

The Tampa Bay area saw an awesome guy doing so much for so many people. I saw a guy whose original personal dreams changed so much and he just went with what was easiest for him. As much as I fight for almost everything in my life, he didn't ever seem to fight for anything, he kept it all shallow. So a lot of my grief is the "What if". What if he had the balls to dump the blonde not jump thru her hoops. What if he had told his Co-worker "Screw You" when he made fun of him hanging out with me because I wasn't considered "hot enough ". Or even the last few years where he started going back to his home town and family on vacations to hunt, fish and get away from the party life here. What if he had made the shift back to his true self and not the public hype. But he liked the attention. So he made his choices. I was just not a choice that fit.
 
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What if he had the balls to dump the blonde not jump thru her hoops. What if he had told his Co-worker "Screw You" when he made fun of him hanging out with me because I wasn't considered "hot enough ". Or even the last few years where he started going back to his home town and family on vacations to hunt, fish and get away from the party life here. What if he had made the shift back to his true self and not the public hype. But he liked the attention. So he made his choices. I was just not a choice that fit.

I know too well what it is like from the other side. What if she had laughed off the snickers from people who would see us together and wonder what a striking beauty like her was doing with a weedy and nerdy guy like me? What if she had married me instead of the big macho man whose brain is seemingly in the head of his penis and who only regards women as his play things? What if she had followed the advice of a relative of hers who found out that we were seeing one another after a quarter century apart: "Do it right this time and marry the guy. To hell with what others think!" What if she could remember how she felt when I was the first guy who ever truly believed that she was beautiful?
 
Finally...the lawn is mowed, it looks like a cut hay field yet it is done, only reached 82 Deg. F. today.
 
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