HOLY Elevator

I was in the bowels of the Stephen P. Clark building today to set up a lunch for 50 people at the city managers office. I arrived at the service elevator and there was an African American man of about 50 sitting in a discarded chair waiting for the elevator. I greeted him with a cheerful how ya doing, no response. I stood there in uncomfortable silence for what seemed to be an eternity. I glanced down to see that he was clutching on to a very large Holy Bible. It's not often I run into someone carrying a Bible and I was now even more uncomfortable than before. The elevator finally arrived and we had made no exchange of any kind. When the doors opened a young African American woman elevator operator asked what floor. I said 29 the man with the Bible said nothing and she pressed 18 and 29. He then handed her the Bible and she hid it beneath a stack of debris she had sitting behind her chair in the corner. 18 came and the now Bible free man got off with out uttering a word to either of us. She did not bid him farewell. My floor finally arrived and I said good bye and she said have a nice day. I have spent all day pondering their relationship. Father & daughter? Friends? Spies passing secrets? Lovers passing letters? Minister & parishioner? Deaf Bible borrower? I will never know.

Remembering the Past

Not much happened this week but I did have a fond memory come to me from long ago. I guess the beautiful sunset triggered it.
I remember a long weekend being in a fantastic car with people I barely knew headed for Sanibel Island. I was in the Air Force then and my sense of adventure was far greater. We had had a few drinks and smoked some pot before heading out. Which was very daring for me due to frequent drug tests. I felt so comfortable with those strangers on our way to somewhere new, driving off into the sunset. I felt like no matter what happened it was going to be great and everything was going to be OK. And it was. We drank, ate delicious food, smoked some more and spent three glorious days on the gulf of Mexico in our own little beach house that one of them rented. We even built a fire on the sand. No one watched TV, just spent time together, talking,walking on the beach, watching the sun go down, but for the life of me I can't remember one of there names. Still makes me feel cozy though. Not a worry in the world. Those were the days!

F. Scott Fitzgerald said, "What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story."

Sunday fun at the waverly

What fun we boys had hanging out at the pool at the Waverly. Scotts friend William invited us over we had such a blast laughing at Ray Ray and his total way out anticks. Words like plumage and Piggy were on everones lips. We sure did put on a show. Scott actually seemed to be the most normal person there and you know that means the shit was off the chain. I lost count of how many times shade was served up or Girllll was screamed out. Those poor boys at the other end of the pool playing football will never be the same. Go on Girl, Get out Girl, You go Girl, Girl your shit is spent, Serve it up Girl! Hell I may never be the same. Peace out girl!!!

Samuel Johnson said, "The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good."

Me & my nutty buddy

Taking care of Mikey

Frank sure is sweet and he loves to take care of me. I frequently fall asleep and break out into a nervous sweat while watching TV. I guess detoxing from frightfilled days of mayhem at work. Anyway Franks always blots my head and puts a nice soft towel under it so I don't drench the pillows. Well last night for some reason he pulled my dirty work shirt from the clothes hamper that I had sweat in, done yard work in, thrown on the floor that was covered with dog hair. This is what he used to put under my head. I was awakened by the smell and the dog hair that was stuck in my razor stubble. I shreaked what are you doing. His reply"taking care if Mikey." Sometimes I just don't get it!

I'm one of 35 million

On December 21, just over three months after they left England, the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth, their new home. Only half the colonists and crew survived that first winter. But when the Mayflower returned to England in April 1621, none of the colonists chose to return with it. They all remained committed to building the colony they had started. An estimated 35 million people are direct descendants of those Mayflower Pilgrims.

Our Guest house Adventure

Lazy Blogger Alert!!!

Well I have been warned. I guess to be a blogger you must but of course BLOG! Silly me.
Scott and I had a funtastic weekend in Key West visiting with old fiends and some new ones. I had a great time at the La Te Da t-dance on Sunday where I met the owners of my favorite and the most fun Nightclub in Indy, Talbot Street. It was where we went in the early 80's. They played Madonna before they knew her even in New York! They didn't remember me of course but we all knew the same characters, Drag Queens, Sluts and cutie bartenders. It was great remembering those fun times while having fun.
Scott and I hung by the pool, ate and did the Duval crawl a couple of times. It was biker weekend so the crowd was extra interesting. That coupled with the gay Malaysian tour group made for some great people watching. I wish we had had a few more days there. Our guesthouse is great and the staff knows us so we are treated like VIP's. (maybe that's because Scott is such a generous tipper.) Can't wait to go back for a little more fun in the sun.

Hang in there baby

Well it's been a crazy week. Franks procedure wasn't a total success and he's a little down. He really seems a little better but he is still having attacks. I haven't had much sleep all week worrying about him.
The dogs are crazy to kill the new cats next door. This gal has three cute kitties and she lets them live outside in a neighborhood that's full of people with dogs. I do what I can to scare them off before I let the dogs out. I even try to send Peanut out as a scout but he waits by the door for the others to play with. He's so cutie!!!! I hope they just stay away. We call our yard the killing field for a reason. Yikes!

Jobs Well Done

I have every reason to believe that Franks surgery was a success. A procedure that was to take from 1 to 6 hours ended up taking eight. The doctors gave it all they had and even went the extra mile. It was a challenge for them since no one has ever seen anything like it. He had some trouble with coming off the anesthesia but other than that he is in great shape a real trouper!

The funniest and yet most embarrassing part of the whole experience was when he was being wheeled on the gurney from recovery to his room. We were in the main lobby of the hospital waiting for the elevators with 15 other people. There are two paintings of hospital donors Baron and Polly Dehirshmeyer hanging in front of us. Frank in a booming and slightly slurred voice introduces the crowd to Polly. " Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to introduce you to Polly Dehirshmeyer! She is wearing the worlds largest emerald ring and thanks to her billion dollar donation to this fine hospital we are all here today!" An uncomfortable silence followed by. " Looks like we have a dead crowd here tonight!" My faced became red hot and Frank turned to me and said. " What's the matter honey did I embarrass you?" Just then two elevators arrived at the same time, oddly no one else got on ours. Hmmm?