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It Does Not Mean You Are Cool Just Because You Play Guitar

November 11, 2017

So I took my guitar and went over to the Paradise Recreation Center to look into the Acoustic Guitar Club.  According to their listing in The Villages Recreation & Parks section that gets inserted into the Thursday edition of The Villages Daily Sun each week, “It is open to those who play guitar, banjo, violin, harmonica, bass or any other string instrument”.  I guess I should have been skeptical when they alluded to fact that a harmonica might be a string instrument, huh?

It also states that “Members play various types of music, from traditional to contemporary”.  Yay! It sounds like there is a place for one and all, even a string harmonica player.

Into the room I went.  I said “Hi kids” at room-filling volume.  There were plenty of eyes on me, a couple of nods from the less countrified looking members, and an icy silence that was deafening.  Not a big deal I thought, let the music do the talking.

The leader of the pack, who I later found out was not the real leader, just a guy who took it upon himself to get the ball rolling, took a look in my direction and called out that “We gonna play Okie from Muskogee“.  And play it they did.  A few of the more redneck looking of the bunch kept glancing over to my corner, and I swear they started singing louder when they got to the part about “we don’t wear our hair long and shaggy, like the Hippies out in San Francisco do”.

Well, I do.  My hair, what is left of it, is long and shaggy.  I look like an old hippie.  It is my style.  It is not, however, my actual lifestyle, and as far as I am concerned it drew out the bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, of a cabal of redneck buffoons.  When they broke out into Foggy Mountain Breakdown, I picked up my guitar and walked out.

It’s a twisted life……….


They Put A Hit Out On Mickey Mouse

October 21, 2017

Before we get to the quick of today’s topic, let me give a shout out to Doctor Parrot, a jokester who has seen fit to follow this here humble little blog.  If you need a little humor in your life, you can check him out right here.  Here is a tip; do not pass up the comments, they can be as entertaining as the jokes themselves.

OK, by now you know I live in The Villages, “Florida’s Friendliest Hometown”.  If you have followed the link, and paid attention, you know it is a deed restricted community for people over 55 years of age.  While there are a few exceptions, most of the adult children that live here are really 55 or older.  If you did not know that you are learning it now, right?

One of the deed restrictions has to do with how your front lawn should look.  The grass needs to be nice and neat, you should not let weeds take over, you should not make use of lawn ornaments, etc.

That being said, many folks have some really cool things incorporated into their landscape designs.  The developer landscapes the property to the bare minimum when your home is built.  You get a few shrubs in a couple of spots complete with pine straw mulch.  Everybody gets some sort of tree as well.  It seems that most people get Crepe Myrtles.  We got lucky and got a Bottle Brush Tree.  It is not very long before the majority of the homeowners call in the landscapers to get estimates on a design that gets rid of the pine straw, incorporates some tropical foliage, and adds some color other than green.

Deed restrictions or not, many, many homeowners have some type of doodads added in as well.  Some have metal heron sculptures, some have rainbow-colored whirligigs, some have leaping dolphins, and some just add benches or chairs.  The point is that whatever they are incorporating into their landscaping is a violation of the deed restrictions.  Since nobody drops a dime on them, the powers that be, The Community Standards Department, simply looks the other way.

A close neighbor of mine had a sort of new age thing going on, with rocks that had PEACE, LOVE, BLESSED, GARDEN, and other assorted words of enlightenment peppered in.  He also had Mickey and Minnie Mouse statuettes, and a cute little train with tracks running around the tree and shrubbery augmenting his landscape.

Then one day someone in the community went to what is called Newcomer Wednesday at The Community Development District.  That is where they lay out pertinent information about trash pick up, recycling, golf cart etiquette, all kinds of important stuff about how it works living here.  They found out about how one can go about reporting deed restriction violations.  They learned that all it takes is an anonymous phone call to Community Standards.  They posted this information on The Pine Hills Social Club Discussion Board.  A couple of days later Mickey, Minnie, and all of my neighbor’s other positive reinforcement, new age decorations vanished.

It seems they received a letter from Community Standards stating that their landscaping was in violation of the deed restrictions.  Some anonymous bastard put a hit out on Mickey Mouse, while all of the other assorted herons, egrets, and diving dolphins still stand unscathed.  It’s a twisted life……….


October 8, 2017

Before we get to the meat of today’s discourse, let us give a shout out to the young lady at Millennial Debt Success who took the time to read, and like, one of my postings.  If you are a Millennial, and you are trying to get the hang of handling your money, then this blog may be one you will benefit from.  Personally, I am an old geezer who uses credit to keep his FICO score high, and Millennials do not usually like hanging with me.

I had never heard of the card game Samba until moving to The Villages, but it sure seems to be pretty popular here.  In fact, there are at least sixteen games going on in the various recreation centers on a weekly basis.  These are actual games that are being played, at scheduled times, in scheduled venues, throughout The Villages.

I am not personally interested in the game of Samba.  I have a few card games that I know and enjoy, and I am not really interested in learning any new ones.  The ones I already know have given me hour upon hour of enjoyable fun and competition.  As a rule, I have always enjoyed the company of my fellow players.  But I doubt if I would reap any benefit from a neighborhood game of Samba.  Let me tell you why.

I find it rather funny that in the last three months there have been fifty-five comments on The Pine Hills Social Club community discussion board regarding trying to get a Samba game going, and yet not a single hand has been dealt.  The game is popular, the game is being played somewhere in The Villages on a daily basis, and anyone who lives in The Villages is entitled to partake in any activity in any of the recreation centers throughout The Villages.  I get the distinct feeling that if a “neighborhood” game ever did get going, these wheel-spinners would have to keep reminding each other when it is their turn to play their hand.

It is a twisted life, indeed……….

More Will Be Revealed

October 3, 2017

And so, there seems to be a couple of people actually reading my writing.  I am honored that someone would take the time.

millennial named Bailey, who lives in Nashville, actually started following me.  You can check his stuff out here.  He is taking on some interesting 30-day immersions into various millennial-type endeavours.

Then there is Juhi, a young lady from India.  She seems to be quite positive in her assessment of life, and how one might better live it.  If you are in need of some positive reinforcement, may I suggest you seek her out here.

As if that were not enough, there is what seems to be a group effort by a few folks who are strong advocates of outdoor activity.  Bully for them, I say.  Fresh air never hurt anyone.  They call their blog The Dihedral, and you can find that one here.

Finally, I would be sadly remiss if I did not give a shout out to my most fervent follower, my lovely wife, Susan.  She is a fine writer, a published author, and my much-needed proofreader and editor.  If you would like to treat yourself, you can purchase her books on Amazon, or you can go here and get a good feel for her writing for free.

Ah well, I did not come here today to brag about the few people I already have reading my stuff.  It surprised me that they were out there so soon, and I just had to spout off about it.  What I did come here for today was to flesh out the introduction a little more. I live in a place called The Villages, Florida.  It is touted as being “Florida’s Friendliest Hometown”.  Is it?  Well hang in there with me boys and girls, and we shall see.



Talking Into The Void

October 2, 2017

I plod ahead like the voice crying out in the wilderness.  Hello?  Is there anybody listening?  Probably not yet.

So why would you want to waste your time like that, asks no one.  Well, jeepers mercy me, I don’t know.  I guess I have a lot to say, and I am only concerned with reaching those that may be interested.  I have also had it up to my ears with social media as in Facebook, Twitter, Snap Chat, etc.

It has all gotten pretty ridiculous.  Sure, I know, you can fix your settings so that only you yourself can see what you post.  You can make it so that only friends, or only family, or only friends of friends and friends of the family and the family of friends of the family can see what you post.

The problem is, you can see what other people post.  I know that you can fix that in your settings, too.  Friend this guy, but don’t follow him.  Only relevant posts will show up in your news feed.  Of course you don’t actually get to decide what relevant means.  It is a lot of work for a minuscule return.

While I relish the opportunity to be a judgmental old curmudgeon, I hate to find that people I once held in high regard have no clue when it comes to syntax, grammar, and spelling.  I really do not appreciate unsolicited points of view being shoved at me on a daily basis.  You can also bet the farm that I am not really interested what happened to your third cousin, twice removed, via my force fed news feed.

Therefore, I will use this platform to exercise my right to free speech.  If, in fact, there are any interested parties, they will be welcome to join the fray.  You do not have to friend me, you do not have to follow me, and you do not even have to know me.  Many of my “friends” on social media did not, nor I them, for that matter.

Good God Almighty, It’s Him Again

October 1, 2017

What the hell, times change, circumstances change, people change, and the way I approach this old blog has just changed, too.  I have wiped it clean, and I am about to run it head long into a new direction.

I am no longer content to be a passive observer.  I have just got to talk about it.  I have to get it off my chest.  I have to shout it out.  I have to go tell it on the mountain.  I have to quote the ridiculous, the sublime, the wise man, and the fool.  I am even going to have to whack an occasional idiot right between the eyes with the two-by-four of truth.

Each and every day I witness life in a myriad of different ways.  Sometimes it is what I see and hear as I cavort to and fro around the spaces I find myself in.  Sometimes it is what I read.  Other times it is simply the voices in my head.  Rest assured there is always something to write about because there is always enough twisted life fodder crossing my path on a daily basis.


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