My Florida vacation…

Here’s a video I put together (finally) mostly of the area where we stayed.  The condo we stayed in is for sale ($965,000 if you’re interested).  It has a private small elevator to the second-floor condo.

There is some drone footage in this video but most was shot handheld.  I posted some drone footage from Sanibel Island the day I came home. It can be viewed here.



I’m pissed at Lester Holt

I think Lester is probably a nice guy and as decent and honest journalist but I had a dream the other night that I was running a restaurant with some family members.  The lunch rush was just over and I was on the phone talking with someone.  This guy who looked a lot like the famed broadcaster comes into the restaurant and pulls out a gun and is in the process of committing a robbery.  In the midst of this brazen crime, I quietly tell whoever I’m talking to on the phone that we’re being robbed at gunpoint. 

‘Lester’, as I now refer to him, realizes I’m ratting him out and in that calm demeanor Holt is known for, quietly says that he knows what I’m doing and points the pistol at me at about three-feet away and fires.  The Deafening sound of the blast shook me awake, startled and confused.  Luckily I didn’t kick my dog off the foot of the bed as I have once or twice in the past after being suddenly awakened by a bad dream.  Poor Gus.

I remember trying to duck away from the blast but I have no idea if I managed to avoid the first shot.  I have no idea if there was a second shot.  I have no idea if I lived or died.  I have no idea if Lester got away with our lunch proceeds. I just have no idea how it all turned out. I do know that last night I saw Lester Holt anchoring The NBC Nightly News and he seemed to have no remorse for his bad behavior.  



Flying over the Sanibel Causeway

We drove over to Sanibel Island and then onto Captiva Island for lunch at the Mucky Duch Neighborhood Pub on Friday, our last full day in Florida.  Partway across the Sanibel Causeway, there is a fishing/picnic/rest area.  I launched the drone off of a picnic table and did a little flying around.  I did a quick edit and this is what I ended up with.



Something I haven’t done in about 50 years…

We took a 27 miles bike ride this afternoon. Okay, it seemed like 27 miles but was actually a bit less than 10 miles.  Okay, … 3/4 of a mile IS less than 10 miles! 

Beautiful riding conditions with beautiful scenery even if I was a little wobbly. It’s different than riding a motorcycle, that’s for sure. I told my brother if a cop was following me I’d probably be pulled over for a sobriety test.  This was a stop at the beach.

Back to reality on Saturday as we fly home.



Show and Tell – Dad goes back to school

I posted this video back in 2011.  My young friend Tommy had to do a presentation for a communications class he was doing.  The object of his presentation was also my friend.  A few years ago young Tommy was diagnosed with colon cancer.  His battle with cancer ended peacefully yesterday morning.  Tommy was 39 years old.

Tommy and his dad both walked to the beat of a different drummer.  I think that’s why I liked them both so much.  Rest in peace, young man!



Shaved peeps fighting childhood cancer

These four friends of mine and the daughter of one of them all got their heads shaved today at a fundraiser for the St. Baldrick’s Foundation to raise money for childhood cancer research.  The two guys on the left side really had a lot of hair too. Our group raised over $3,000 in today’s event.  I’m very proud of these guys.



Happy Birthday Dad!

Today, March 16th,  would have been my dad’s 106th birthday.  Work was hard to find when he was a young man. Dad worked as a farmer and took a job for a while doing construction work in Michigan before coming back to Missouri in 1942 to work in a plant that made asbestos shingles in St. Louis.  He worked there for 31 years until he had a heart attack and was forced to retire at the age of 61.

He had only been to the doctor once (for a relatively minor foot injury) in all the years he worked at the shingle plant until he had the heart attack. It was at that time that he was also diagnosed with mesothelioma.

He spent the rest of his years on a farm they had purchased in Southeast Missouri around 1970.  His health declined in the late 1980’s and he died in 1990 at the age of 78.

The photo is of my dad and mom – date unknown.  Click to enlarge.