How to fill time in retirement

 Digital Hoarding XIII Slowly I am reviewing my hoard of digitally saved files. I am quire eclectic and sometimes I do keep weird things. But not as weird as the lyrics to this Beatle's song:  Well, you should see Polythene Pam She's so good-looking but she looks like a man Well, you should see her in drag dressed in her polythene bag Yes, you should see Polythene Pam Yeah, yeah, yeah And the second verse is even weirder, thankfully it was the end of the song.  Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt She's killer-diller when she's dressed to the hilt She's the kind of a girl that makes the "News of the World" Yes, you could say she was attractively built Yeah, yeah, yeah So onward to my latest collection...  Photography They call this "Snowliage". When the fall foliage meets the winter snow...(Grabbed from Facebook) The next photo is Brandon Vermont in 1908. Might be from a postcard (Grabbed from Facebook) When I moved to Florida in 1979, this ha

 It's been a while since my last post but not much has happened to write about. Every Little Thing I do, I do to fill my stomach with food or alcohol. My food dining bucket list has kind of fell from the forefront of my thoughts. I have been trying to better my eating habits and that includes drinking, to stay healthy enough to live for a while longer. I am rethinking my 2025 goal to be not so "New place" centric but to be more "enjoy many different places." Although I like trying new places, I also like to go back to my favorites. First, new places. My friends Beth and Don Ferris invited me to a Speakeasy, located in EGAD (Eau Gallie Art District). They had been a few times so I met them and Don's brother David there this past Sunday. They had friends Joe and Phoebe joining us. It is not a restaurant but a fancy bar, loosely disguised as a Library. You enter into a room, a small library, and you have to find on the shelf a book and bring it to the libraria

 My friend Mac Monroe has died. Although he was 20 years my senior, we had two important things in common, drinking and eating. Mac was also a story teller and truly was Mother Nature's Son. I will miss our excursions to bars and eateries. But what I learned from him will always be there. I was trying to write this while Milton was heading towards us and my only thought was that Mac probably had a few hurricane stories. But the anxiety of the potential doom, did not allow me to think straight enough to give Mac the proper send off. But now the storm has passed, and pretty much spared South Brevard, and I am still struggling to find the right words. So I will share some photos to tell my story. Me and Mac Coasters My first meeting of Mac was at the precursor to Coasters, Hubb's Pub. My boss at ENSCO, John Pitkethly, was friends with Mac from way back in the 1970s (or even earlier). Jim Austin was suffering from loosing his wife, and John and Mac were being the friends he needed