“State of my Year”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “State of Your Year.”

How is this year shaping up so far? Write a post about your biggest challenges and achievements thus far.


As the aspiring writer, 2015 for me is traveling along word by word, sentence by sentence in the right direction.

My challenges are reading through massive amounts of information generated for aspiring writers. There are times I felt like a college student perpetually cramming for an exam.

I purchased a formidable writing program called Scrivener, and yes there is a learning curve, but its results provided focus, and detailed direction for me as a blogger and writer. Most importantly the program includes all forms of writings.

My next challenge arrives within 2 or 3 days, as I take ownership of a new Nikon 35-mm camera to begin my journey as a photographer.

A recent visit to Key West Florida earlier this month and a tour provided by an incredible local Key West painter Pam Hobbs, exposed me to the creative arts community. The tour sparked my imaginations and I see my first photo postings originating from Key West.

My summer of 2015 will include photography along with completing my first short story novel by August.

So, my fellow blogging followers stay tuned to the retirement lifestyle / nomadic adventurer blogger as my journey continues.

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“Sleep and dream time”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.


Sleep is an essential need, yet, many people never get the type of sleep needed to navigate their day. I propose after lunch “Naps” become mandatory to manage the rest of the day.

The belief of sleeping 6-8 hours out of a twenty-four hour day is enough to support conscious concentration to drive a car, care for children, manage people of simply cook a meal, it becomes easy to understand why many people are constantly stressed, angered and basically miserable people.

I love and enjoy my afternoon naps without shame. I make it a routine to fall asleep before midnight assuring I get a minimum of 8-10 hours of sleep if not more. A sleep study I took years ago educated me on how I was never obtained Rapid Eye Movement, also known as REM sleep.

Research studies of sleep deprivation provide detailed information explaining how sleep is critical to the overall health of the body and mind.

Many wise doctors, philosophers, for the past 2 or 3 hundred years all agree there is nothing more important to someone’s health than sleep, yet sleep, food, and most over all health is abused and never took seriously until something breaks.


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“It’s My Party”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “It’s My Party.”

You’re throwing a party — for you! Tell us all about the food, drink, events, and party favors you’ll have for your event of a lifetime. Use any theme you like — it’s your party!


The theme of the party is a “Healthy Life” celebrating daily exercise, healthy eating and beach parties.

The perfect party day begins with all participants participating in a five-mile morning bicycle ride or two-mile walk with a half hour at the local gym.

Yeah, I know this morning exercise is unique, but after the morning workouts and a two-hour nap, to recharge, the party starts at noon.

The early morning workout is to prepare the body for the impending gluttonous consumption of alcoholic beverages, bar-b-cued foods, and the next twelve to sixteen hours of dancing to music that will emotionally stir the souls of humans and most mammals within a two-mile radius.

This party will take place on the beach facing the Gulf of Mexico, projecting the music towards water vessels of every type anchored in a “U-shaped” design, one hundred wide.

People inside the shallow waters of the “U” shape design are sitting in chairs, and floatation devices listening to the music.

Dancers and covered cabana’s line the beach, and behind the main stage will be healthful food choices for vegetarians and carnivores of every type. Complimentary non-alcoholic smoothies will be available.

Several minutes of the day will be dedicated with appropriate music to observe the sun descending into the horizon.

Portable toilets will be available along with Lifeguards and emergency services personnel for the health & safety of all participants.

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“The Clothes (May) Make the Man”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the Man.”

Mark Twain

Clothes are an important accessory for everyone no matter where you live or what you do. In my case, I have gone through a world of uniforms, beginning with school uniforms, extracurricular activity uniforms, like my Boy Scout, baseball, and football uniforms.

I also had designated uniforms for church, graduations, and special events. But, I have to admit, with my military, and police uniforms, I never stressed about what I was going to wear on a daily basis.

My current uniform is extremely simple, easy to maintain, and I wear it proudly everyday with a smile equal to the days when I dressed in my uniforms from my past.

My current uniforms consist of, sandals, shorts, t-shirt or tank top, cap, and sunglasses. Underwear are optional as explained to me by my beach bum training / certification advisor.

I feel more alive and happy in my current uniform, yet I’ve declined events requiring me to dress in a pair of pants, tie and God for bid, a suit coat.

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“Land of Confusion”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”

Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!

Class room door decor
In response to this prompt, I quickly recall the only school curriculum I did not master or derived any pleasure from was math. I never was quite comfortable with math. Yet during my freshman and sophomore years of high school algebra and geometry was uniquely cool, but I was happy to complete my math requirements. The only numbers I loved were in the form of measured music beats of 2-2, 3-4, 4-4, 6-8 and one of my favorites 4-5 used in the music arraignments titled. “Take Five.”

College math was unbelievably easy, however since college, I learned not to be fearful of math and numbers in general after I purchased a calculator for class. Years later, I ditched the calculator when I discovered every smart phone has a calculator.

My favorite school subject was and still is to this day “History.”
During the 1970’s, I loved my visits to the local library for class project assignments. This brought me into contact with my favorite books of my youth, the hard back covered editions of the encyclopedias. After I collected the information, I need, I spent hours upon hours reading through encyclopedias. It was thirty years later, when I purchased my son a computer and discovered an entire set of encyclopedias on a CD. Needless to say. II began to reminisce and monopolized many hours on my son’s computer reading the history of unique and factual bits of knowledge from around the world.

My extracurricular activities were my eight years in the symphonic and marching band that exposed me and others to classical music pieces like the sound track for “The Wind and The Lion.” A little music theory was explored, but my favorite extracurricular activity was playing football for four years.

For my years of education, I was fortunately blessed with phenomenal teachers from head-start to my twelfth grade graduation. Teachers who inspired and challenged students with knowledge of environments outside of my community yet maintaining a focus on my community and civic pride.

My years of education was never a “Land of Confusion,” like the claymation video developed by the Rock group Genesis. My education has been and continues to be a steady flow of learning, developing many new forms of knowledge, leading to incredible discoveries.

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Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves.

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think it is or is it the task itself or something more.

man cleaning

Oh yes, the chore of cleaning and washing dishes, has become a task that is dreaded by many if not for the invention of paper plates and the dishwasher.

When I became an empty nester, the chore of cleaning became easier yet it was during the remodeling of the kitchen I invested in a 3-level electronic dishwasher to solve my dishwashing dilemma for good. This was then supplemented with a party I had leaving me with an over abundance of paper plates and plastic utensils.

After several months, I observed a layer of dust that startled me, and would have scared most people.

Dusting was the bane of my existence, that I dreaded more than any household task. On a visit to the local hardware store to buy some household furnace filters. I discovered 3M filters and my dusting problem was reduced to two or three times a year.

3m filtrete

I know home cleaning aficionados may say, dusting two or three times a year is a travesty, but my compulsive disorder associated with cleaning my bathroom and kitchen relentlessly, I’m satisfied with dusting less than three times a year.

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“New Internet Order”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Internet Order.”

All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?


After many years of being responsible for so many things, I will reject any request or vote to become Prime Minister or President of any country, group or organization. Yes, I’m selfish.

However, I will support and lobby for any platform to be free and unlimited, with faster upload and download speeds and reduce the cost to access the internet by fifty percent.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”

Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one.


I have taken many journey’s which includes my physical travels around the world, and my ever evolving personality, morals, traits and ethics. This evolution has provided me to discover my passion as a creative writer.

I have enjoyed the writing journey with the amazement of a young child. My life as a writer has evoked and aroused a creative emotional arts response enabling me to explore and consider painting and photography.

Watch out world, my creative visual arts journey has begun!

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cringe-Worthy.”

Do you feel uncomfortable when you see someone else being embarrassed? What’s most likely to make you squirm?


Recently I was writing at the beach under a pavilion when a mature loving couple, walking along the sidewalk. The woman was pushing forward a walker and the gentleman using a cane, when suddenly the man stumbles, and falls from the sidewalk into in the sand.


I cringed at seeing his impact and I immediately ran over to assist him to his feet. As I arrive the woman is laughing aloud. She tells me that he is alright, and the man looks up to me while spitting sand out of his mouth.

He, quickly tells me that he is ok, as I hand him his cane. He starts laughing as he points to the woman and says, “I was supposed to be helping my wife.”

I helped walk them both to their tandem tricycle and secured her walker and his folding cane into the basket behind their seats. However, as they peddled away into the roadway, I cringed and squirmed when I realized the older gentleman’s folding cane was for the sight impaired.

Folding blind cane

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“Green Eyed Lady”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Lady.”

We all get jealous from time to time — what wakes the green-eyed monster for you?


The “Green Eyed Lady” or “Green with Envy” are phrases that defines an emotions, I cannot recall having since I was a child. Although, envy is always followed quickly by jealousy and the two are neither emotions I refuse to consider within my life.

My mothers’s words of wisdom, are “Never desire something someone else has” and if I want it, save my money and buy it myself or be patient and wait for it.

However, I’m considered a frugal financially conservative purchaser of everything and I’m too miserly to part with my money to have something someone else has.

However, I have all I need and want at this time of my life and I seek only good health to live content with my life.

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“The Happy Wanderer”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Happy Wanderer.”

What’s your travel style? Are you itinerary and schedule driven, needing to have every step mapped out in advance or are you content to arrive without a plan and let happenstance be your guide?


My past travel style on a motorcycle designed specifically for long distances. I have traveled across the US from east to west and from Key west Fl to Fairbanks Alaska. These travels have allowed me to judge several different travel styles. Yet, after my trip to Alaska my travel style was changed forever.

During previous travels, I planned my ride distances from one destination to another with hotel reservations. However, during my travel to Alaska, I became a wanderer deciding on my destinations as I pleased.

I easily adapted to the wandering type of traveler the farther north I traveled along the Alaska Highway during the month of June & July. Because of the longitude and latitude, darkness was not a factor until well after midnight.

I now travel never worrying to seek a place to stay especially when I have reservations placed or the area has ample hotels allowing me to wanderer as I travel during the day.

One aspect of my travel style that will never change, is always monitoring the weather.

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“Idyllic Beach”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Idyllic beach.”

What does your ideal community look like? How is it organized, and how is community life structured? What values does the community share?


My ideal community would look like the beaches of a tropical Caribbean Island, with clear blue waters, air temperatures 75 – 85 degrees, and a warm breeze constantly blowing between 5 – 10 miles per hour.

Along the beach, retired beach bums gathering for a morning walk of 2-5 miles, while Ti-Chi. Zumba, and a Spin class continue to until 11:00 am. Afternoon retiree naps begin at 1:00 pm to 4:00 pm, with many sleeping under palm trees.

Happy-hour begins at 2:00 pm for those who wake early from their naps. Evening organized games begin at 5:00 pm and last until 10:00 pm under the lights. Players from various organize sports stay unit closing time of the business along the beaches.

Restaurants must face the ocean, with patio seating. All business serves organic foods, juices, and of course beer, Bloody Mary’s, Hermosa Mimosa’s and Champagne Cocktails, because it is always 5:00 pm somewhere.

The community is served by employees who chose two six hour shifts from 6:00 am to 12:00 pm, 12:00 pm to 6:00 pm and an eight shift 6:00 pm to 2:00 am.

The core values of the community are to enjoy yourself on the beach or to work just enough to enjoy yourself on the beach.

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“Beyond the Pale”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Beyond the Pale.”

When was the last time you did something completely new and out of your element? How was it? Will you do it again?


I recently began attempting to write a screen play and a radio play similar to the old radio shows from the 1930’s with the writing program I purchased several months ago called Scrivener.

These writing templates have me excited and although I’m completely out of my element, I have creative ideas I have explored and I will continue to follow-up as the months pass and I read and learn more about my new endeavors.

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“ Flip Flop”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Flip Flop.”

Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change?


Oh, I have changed my mind about many things in my life.

Yet, one of the unique flip flops is on my bucket list of one hundred things to do before I die. The last two items on my list to accomplish are hand gliding and parachuting out of a plane.

I have placed these two items last instead of anywhere else on the list, just in the event I do not survive one.

Proper planning provides an opportunity to complete the task at hand.

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“Your Life, the Book”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Your Life, the Book.”

From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?


I will write my biography as I have a program to activate the day my will is read. My power of attorney will publish electronically my life story, complete with the details of my wisdom of a lifetime.

However, with the contemporary social media explosion, recording many people’s lives, the future of biographies will be written by your family, friends & enemies depending on your popularity.

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“Florida Beach Bum”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Interplanet Janet.”

You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants.


You get to design your own “Beach Bum” Inter-planet: tell us all about your Beach Bum Planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants.

Oh, yes I love the creative writing process, to design my own planet. However, I already designed and develop my own planet called “Florida Beach Bum, ” (aka FBB).

There are many detractors who claim it is an unhealthy lifestyle. The critics have never taken a Beach Bum class or read the manual. The FBB manual first and only mandatory rule is each member must exercise cumulatively one hour within a twenty-four hour period.

The list of approved minimum cardio activities are recommended:
• Walking to the bathroom
• Showering
• Eating food & drinking any beverage (AKA; Hanging-out)
• Walking
• Bicycling
• Kayaking
• Sitting in the surf

Anything and everything else is approved.

The temperature is regulated between 75-85 degrees, with a perpetual five to ten mile per-hour warm breeze. It will rain every other day between two and three in the morning. Everyday of the week is designated a Beach Bum holiday and Beach Bum season is year round.

All inhabitants have a mandate to perform leisure activities (Aka doing-nothing) for a minimum of eight to twelve hours a day. Inhabitants who maintain leisure activities of twelve and eighteen hours a day receive special gift certificates to local restaurants and happy hour locations.

Inhabitants who achieve twenty hours or more of leisure activities are kindly requested to mentor inhabitants who have trouble maintaining eight to twelve hours of leisure a day.

The rules are simple, so enjoy planet Florida Beach Bum.

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Future, History Museum

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “From the Collection of the Artist.”

One hundred years from now, a major museum is running an exhibition on life and culture as it was during our current historical period. You’re asked to write an introduction for the show’s brochure. What will it say?


One hundred years ago, this museum open in 2015, with excited fanfare to celebrate earths communications history, focusing on the previous one hundred years, of primitive communications.

When the exhibit opened, the displays reflected how the populations of earth communicated the previous 100 years. The initial antiquated devices identified as telephones were used.

Unknown Antique_Rotary_Telephone_by_staticnuts

This technology was in use for over one hundred years before our primitive ancestors evolved to digital technology that was used around the world. Our ancestors used early forms of digital devices called cellular phones, laptops and desktop computers was primary use of thier advance communications of the time.

The following photos you see are identified as an automatic teller machine “ATM,” cellular phones, desktop and laptop computers. Our unsophisticated ancestors exchanged information, for teaching, banking, the written and spoken word, along with the exchange of ideas.

Old_Cell_Phone_3_1684554a cell-phone-evolution pc_mainos_1 ATM-machine

It is difficult to imagine how they survived without the digital information implanted directly into our brainstem at birth providing everyone the ability to control every need and want here on the Mars IV colony.

Use your holographic imaging programs to touch the artifacts if you like.

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“If I had a Hammer or Mechanics’ tools”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If I Had a Hammer or Mechanics tools.”

If you could learn a trade — say carpentry, electrical work, roofing, landscaping, plumbing, flooring, drywall — you name it — what skill(s) would you love to have in your back pocket?

Auto mEchanic

Many years ago, I was expected to become an auto mechanic, I attend classes while I was in high school and before the classes in high school, I worked at my fathers service station pumping gas, changing tires, changing oil, greasing fittings all before the age of thirteen. As the years passed I worked my way up to, installing brakes, completing tune-up, replacing exhaust pipes, repairing transmissions and replacing motors.

Over the years, I have imagined what if I had continued on the career track of becoming a mechanic. Yet, I wonder why I gave it up. Then in a flash I recall why, and it was I dated a girl who noticed the dirt under my finger nails which I realized was not cool. I put more effort into the marching band, sports and eventually went on to college and into the military.

I imagined, if I had the opportunity I would return to mechanics’ school to learn how hook up a computer to the car’s computer and diagnose the problem with the replacement of a computer module of sorts.

But, I think I will continue along the learning curve of writing as I know I cannot get dirt under my finger nails in this creative writing career field.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “IMHO.”

Link to an item in the news you’ve been thinking about lately, and write the op-ed you’d like to see published on the topic. AMERICANS DON’T CARE ABOUT MAJOR LEAGUE SOCCER, BY NPR’S Frank Deford


It has been over forty years, ago during an elementary school gym class when the ubiquitous gym teacher produced strange black and white soccer balls from a large canvass bag. They were like nothing we had ever seen as they sat on the floor. After a short lesson on how to play soccer, we attempted this game on the asphalt school playground.

Needless to point out this was the first time and last time soccer was used as a new form of exercise. My high school had a soccer team, but, it was completely over shadowed by high school, football, basketball, track and baseball. I reviewed my high school year book for research for this article, and discovered we had more people in the Glee club and flag team than we had soccer players.

Now, before the age of ten, many of my life long friends played pickup baseball, football and basketball games in the streets, alley’s, playgrounds on dirt and asphalt without helmets, or pads. The only tools of the game we needed were the balls and we all shared gloves for baseball.

However, since the raising my now adult children, only one participated in soccer and it was not a pretty sight to see elementary school children kicking away at the soccer ball and one another constantly until someone made contact with the ball and of course with each other.

Thank goodness for plastic shin pads to protect my son’s legs and his first use of a protective cup. He complained about wearing the cup until the game started and when he was involved in the kicking scrum.

Soccer has maintained a foothold in some communities within the US and many colleges & universities provide scholarships for soccer athletes, The sport will not surpass football, baseball, basketball within the next fifty years, unless the World & US Soccer organizations marketing saturates American communities with support for organized games and market the game at the college level with the fervor used for the round of 64 basketball tournament.

Only then will soccer become the power house in the US that it is everywhere else on the planet.



The World of Texting

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “It’s a Text, Text, Text, Texting World.”

How do you communicate differently online than in person, if at all? How do you communicate emotion and intent in a purely written medium?


Within the past year, I have moved away from texting, toward actually calling people to speak with family and friends or leaving a voice message. It is unique as many respond to my voice message with a text message.

The speed and pace of the world is forever moving at an accelerated pace, yet when a text message is quicker than the slow pace of leaving a voice message or speaking directly to communicate the message.

Since retirement, I considerably slowed my pace of life, yet humanity is speeding texting ahead at a pace, either afraid of or know their expiration dates?

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“Uncle Fester”

Tell us a story — fiction or non-fiction — with a twist we can’t see coming.


Fester O’Connor, was always a mischievous child being raised in the small town of Gumption FL. Two days before he graduated from high school in 1958, he painted the roof of the school red with a white cross as a prank. This caused the local farming helicopter pilot to land on the high school believing there was an emergency.

After the commotion, he admitted to causing the prank and was sent home feeling embarrassed and ashamed for committing the prank. His parents scolded him severely and the local sheriff threatened him with imprisonment.

Three days after he graduated high school, he dyed his ethnically Irish reddish hair. “Jet-black,” and strutted around town looking like a black-haired rooster with red eyebrows.

One day after dying his hair, he rode his bicycle to Miami Florida, where he took a boat to Cuba. He went to work for the local Rum Distillery, and after five years he became the manager of the plant. He maintained the position for the next 52 years, before retiring to the homes he built and designed for his family in the neighboring village.

He took the Nickname Uncle Fester, after viewing the,1960’s, Adams’s Family television show while he as in Havana Cuba. .

Uncle Fester married four different women. He fathered fifteen children. Of those 15 children, he has forty-five grandchildren, twenty-six great-grandchildren and eighteen great, great-grandchildren. Oh yes, Uncle Fester is one of one of the most revered men in his village.

More than half of his children and great-grandchildren works for the Rum Distillery, while the others have gone on to get college educations in Europe, South American and America.

He and other village elders built and established a three room school, a library and 2 computer rooms. Because of his Irish roots, his progeny show either his freckles, tinted red hair, and lighter bright pale reddish skin or some combination of all. Yet Uncle Fester still dyes his hair black.

His eldest son is an attorney and college professor living in London. He surprised his father on his birthday with tickets to visit Gumption Fl.

The father, became angered, raising his voice, he declined to take the tickets, telling his son, my home is Cuba. The homes, I built for your mother, your sisters, and your brothers are located in Cuba. I purchased the surrounding lands for all my children and their offspring to either build their own homes here or live where they chose with the education I have provided.

Gumption Fl is where I was born, not where I wish to visit.

This devastated the son who, along with all his sibling were perplexed with wanting to know why their father, one of the most revered men in their village had no wish to return to visit his birth place.

Their father began to cry as his children and great-grandchildren began asking and induced him to offer an explanation. He described how he painted the red cross on the roof of the school as part of a high school graduation prank.

With tears in his eyes, he leaned forward speaking with a soft hushed tone as all of his fifty plus family members gathered closer to hear and learn of his explanation. He stated, he has not spoken the truth in over fifty years about the truth of the helicopter landing on the school’s roof.

The truth is, the weight of the helicopter caved in on top of the elementary section of the school. The ceiling fell striking a third grader killing him instantly, who was Uncle Fester’s little brother seated in the classroom.

The local sheriff threatened to arrest him. His mother and father would not speak to him and he became depressed, changing his hair color to hide his shame and guilt for causing the death of his little brother.

As he spoke, the entire family was stunned and shocked.Their father and grandfather was crying as he finished the story and they all sat in silence when he suddenly yelled aloud.

April Fools!

The father said of course he would take the tickets to visit his birth home. So the plan was put in place and their adventure to visit Uncle Fester’s birth place soon began.

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“ A Fly on the Wall of History ”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fly on the Wall.”

If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose?

Tie travel quote

I recall as a child with friends, we would dream of an opportunity to become the “Fly on the Wall,” returning in time to experience a significant moment in history. If time travel became possible, I probably couldn’t afford it, I would consider many moments in history.

Although, since most of the significant historical points have been written about a million times, my choice would be easy.

I would love to be, the fly on a leaf, in a tree, looking down to discover what came first,

”The Egg or the Chicken”?

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“We Built This City, By Bicycle”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Built This City.

What do you love most about the city / town / place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle? How would you tackle it?


I love the Southwest Florida area because of the warm temperatures, access to the beaches, fishing the tributaries, rivers and the Gulf of Mexico.

Throughout the year it area shines with pure beauty, yet there are times when the summer rains provide torrential down pours to dazzle the mind, yet within thirty minutes after the rains, the ground is dry.

I enjoy traveling by bicycle along the bicycle trails within my community providing me access to the recreational center, parks, library, grocery store, and restaurants.

If I were mayor, the budget would include the installation of lights along portions of the bicycle trails to encourage night-time riding to and from businesses, parks and recreational facilities.

As time moves forward and the ever-growing retirement population increases, it would benefit the community greatly to have an infrastructure of lighting along the bicycle trails and the beauty of the soft lighting will enhance the overall area and community look.

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“Jocks, Jockey’s and Tennis Balls, Ha Ha Ha”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ha Ha Ha.”

Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with an unexpected punchline, great zinger.


During the pre-party at the ESPN, “ESPY” Awards, several football, baseball and basketball players were joking with a couple of horse jockeys. They were joking about each group playing with balls.

The jockey’s, joked about the football players chasing after their balls, baseball player hitting and throwing their balls. The basketball players bounce and dunk their balls. One of the football players described the jockey’s ridding animals around a dirt track with balls, and they all laughed.

Over hearing the conversation, tennis star, Serena Williams, leaned into the group smiled, and stated “I hit tennis-balls, to relieve my frustrations and I win.”

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“Metro-sexual, Whoa!”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”

What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?


The term metro-sexual, defines a male who is concerned with enhancing his personal approach by grooming, beauty treatments and fashionable clothing.

Many years ago I seldom applied oils, or lotions to my skin and I rarely used cologne, and if I did use cologne, it was on special occasions.

My sister gave me my first bottle of mens cologne, “Drakkar” as a Christmas gift. I really loved the smell of “Drakkar, ” so I applied it every Sunday for several months and when I emptied the bottle, I was sadden.

Because I’m the greatest frugal consumer, I waited until the following christmas to buy a bottle of cologne. When I made the purchase, I discovered mens cologne combination gift sets that included deodorants, after-shaves cologne, pre-shave creams, soaps, shampoos, and lotions. All of this for one price, I knew, the combination gift set may last more than six months to a year.

So as the years passed I amassed a collection of cologne and now it is quite unique if a cologne last more than three to six months in my home.

Numerous friends, mostly males have commented on what I do, and when the phrase metro-sexual became a buzz word some years ago, I never thought I was one since I only desired to smell, look and feel good about myself.

Because, I did not receive my copy of the “Male Macho Book,” explaining how my skin is supposed to be rough, dry and cuts to the touch. I chose to believe the existing mens cologne gift box sets are there for me to use daily.

I have evolved to understand there is nothing wrong with a pedicure or manicure, and since I never recieved the male macho book explaining not to have these treatments. I find it is a necessity, along with fine colognes, except Drakkar, Because I grown tired of the fragrance, some years ago.

I now have and enjoy my favorite cologne to include, Calvin Klein’s Obsessions, Eternity, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbanna, Ralph Lauren’s Polo, Davidoff Cool’s Water and of course my favorite Halston’s Z-14.

I believe that it is important men and women to take care of themselves from the outside in and most importantly their skin, since it is the largest organ of the human body.

Moisturizing the skin is essential, yet care and time should be set aside daily to complete the task just as going to the gym.

There should never be a judgement or debate about being macho or metro-sexual. Because, taking care of the one and only body is a matter of health and commonsense.

The Daily Post Word Prompt


“Mountains, Hills, and Beaches”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Places.”

Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?


I was raised in the Midwest with the Mighty Mississippi and Missouri Rivers as the largest bodies of water. I was influenced by the author Mark Twain’s stories of “The adventures of Huckleberry Finn’s,” lazy days along the rivers.

As a child, television and encyclopedia’s provided me with beautiful visuals of the American East and West coast beaches. Yet, it wasn’t until I was in high school when I had the opportunity to view the Atlantic Ocean with my eyes. The sight of the ocean and shoreline sealed my belief, I would one day live near the ocean.

Later in life while working and living in Northern VA, the location provided me the opportunity to live within a one hour drive of the Appalachian Mountain Range and a three hours drive to the Atlantic coast beaches of Ocean City and Virgina Beaches. Over the years, I spent many days & nights camping, hiking, bicycling comparing the mountains and beaches. After five years of visits, I confirmed I would one day live near the ocean in retirement.

Many of my east coast friends identify the Appalachian Mountains as the hills of the East, while the Western US are where the mountains are, and they are right.

My first travels to the Western US was on my motorcycle and I recall vividly as I approached the Rocky Mountains from the East along a two lane road in southern Kansas with a cloudless blue sky. I watched the Rocky Mountains appear beginning as whips of white clouds in the distance to become the majestic overwhelming beauty as I traveled west from Salina KS.

The beauty was so overwhelming I stop several times to visually take in the impressive sights.

However, I was drawn to the beaches and the subtle sounds of the surf lapping against the shoreline providing me peace and tranquility that calms my soul.

I have visited many natural locations within and outside of the US. Yet my mind and soul are easily taken away with the sounds of the surf, the squeaking of shore birds in the morning and the sand between my toes. This moment claims my spirit more than any other colorful site I have seen or visited.

The Daily Prost writing prompt


“32 Flavors of ?”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “32 Flavors.”

Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?


The term “32 Flavors” in the US is linked to the Ice Cream franchise, “Baskin & Robbins.” However, since I’m not a fan of eating ice cream, I always associate 32 flavors with the number of cigars I can choose from when I visit my local cigar bar.

Yes, I know smoking cigars, are harmful to my health, and since I chose not to use the prompt to name 32 flavors of adult beverages, I consider my once a month cigar as my only once a month vice.

The Daily Post’s Writing Prompt Ping-Back

A house divided: “Family Ancestry”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A House Divided.”

Pick a divisive issue currently in the news. Write a two-part post in which you take on two personas and approach the topic from both sides. Bonus points for a creative format


This is only the second time I have written about anything other than up-beat, comical, whimsical issues on this blog. I also write articles for another blog, Tremr.com/007pandas and the daily prompt has requested a two part issue on a current topic. With so many contemporary issues of the day, it truly will be hard to choose. Yet, here I go!

In recent years, national television shows have highlighted celebrities discovering their family heritage, with some discoveries good and others not so good.

Either way, what most people fear are discovering horrible family secrets that were hidden to protect who, the adults from knowing the truth? I can understand keeping the secret from small children under 18, however upon adulthood, tell them the truth. I was always told, “The truth shall set you free.” Yet, many families keep secrets as if their family has a secret that has never been heard of before.

Now, with the above stated paragraph read, what if your research of your family history brought about the discovery of literally a horrendous family monster.

Such a discovery was made by a Black German when they discovered their grandfather was the vile Nazi commandant in charge of the concentration camp highlighted in the movie Schindler’s-List.

So the debated discussion is; Would this discovery help heal the family, or would prove to be better to keep this secret locked away for all never to know?

The link below the daily post link, provides a detailed look at the author of the up coming book detailing her discovery.

The Daily Post’s Writing Prompt Ping-Back

A black German’s family history brings to light her grandfathers Nazis past.


“I Want to Know What Love Is”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”?


Discovering intimate love outside of a blood related loving family can and will be by far the most incredible risky, trusting venture a human being can endure only to learn what love is.

The Daily Post’s Writing Prompt Ping-back


Twenty-Five letters and no “Q”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

I just love these types of word prompt challenges. I chose the letter “Q”.

As a child I fell in love with all the Disney movies and my first Disney love was and still is “Mary Poppins” I had the album and my parents purchased me a phonograph to play the album.

One of the musicals songs I worked hard to learn was the following. “su·per·ca·li·fra·gil·is·tic·ex·pi·a·li·do·cious.”

I don’t think I used the letter “Q” in this posting!

The Daily Prompt, “Twenty-Five”


“Study Abroad”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Study Abroad.”

If you were asked to spend a year living in a different location, where would you choose and why?


Oh yes, I will study abroad in England, France, Western Africa and Brazil to continue my studies of the Atlantic Slave Trade focusing on the time period between the 15th, and 18th, century. I will continue to study the economic and systemic details of the Atlantic Slave trade from its inception.


I will continue my studies of the US and European abolitionist of their time, with a focus on William Wilberforce the renowned abolitionist, politician, philanthropist, who was the vocal driving force establishing the 1807 Slave Trade Act to Abolish Slavery in all the British Empires, and colonies.


“Am I Not A Man And A Brother?” medallion created as part of anti-slavery campaign by Josiah Wedgwood, 1787

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Set it to Rights: “Procrastination”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Set It To Rights.

Think of a time you let something slide, only for it to eat away at you later. Tell us how you’d fix it today.


I have many family, and friends, I mail or email a card to acknowledge, christenings, birthdays, graduations, and many special event in their lives.

At the dawn of the 1990’s, I began using a day planner in a leather three-ring binder to keep track of my daily, weekly, monthly and yearly organized and planned events. During the late 1990’s, I discovered an electronic device called “The Palm Pilot. ”


Within a couple of days, I easily transitioned from the leather-bound three-ring binder to use the device only and I was able to transfer my calendar of events to my new desk top computer. With the desk top computer, I was also able to exchange and received updates on my calendar with my secretary and others in the office. This allowed everyone updated information on the scheduled meeting and upcoming events.

Since I have sustained and kept an electronic device providing me reminders of approaching events.There never has been a situation or circumstances I (Slide) or go without knowing of days, weeks, months, and at least a year in advance of any event.

However, for me the procrastinations of unpleasant life activities like the yearly dental or Dr. Exams is always scheduled and never forgotten.

Yet when the appointment person asks if I wish to change my appointment to a later date or time, with a heavy sigh, I eagerly take the later appointment, easily sliding the visit into the future.



“Too Big To Fail.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Big To Fail.”

Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet)


I have a bucket list filled with numerous detailed items taking me around the world enjoying locations and specific things to be done. Last on my list is parachuting out of a perfectly good airplane.

Parachuting is last on my list, simply because if there is a malfunction with the main chute and my second will not deploy, I will be extremely upset, as I spiral towards the Earth ending my chances to complete my bucket list.

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“I’d Like to Thank My”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’d Like to Thank My fellow bloggers.”

You are receiving an award –- either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?

Over the years, I have received countless commendations, and recognition for many things I have done including the recent “Libster Award” for blogging, I graciously accepted.

I wrote the acceptance response thanking several bloggers. Now if I had a podium to speak from in front of an audience of fellow bloggers. I would present a short speech, like the actor Morgan Freeman did when he who won an Oscar Award for Best Supporting Actor.

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“We Can Be taught”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”

What makes a teacher great?


I have family members and several friends who teach at every level of academia. What I noticed about each is their ability to stimulate the minds of their students with knowledge beyond what the core curriculum provides for them to educate their students.

It is amazing how they influence the minds of their students to learn a new subject or build upon existing knowledge, yet expand their thoughts to seek a broader understanding and meaning of what is offered, beyond the basics.

Any teacher who can encapsulate these abilities and performance as a teacher, is someone who can teach anyone who wants to be taught.


Teachers rule the world!



“Time Capsule”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Time Capsule.”

What would you put in this year’s time capsule to channel the essence of our current moment for future generations?


the items placed in the time capsule dated 2015 with an opening date of 2999, will include a selfie stick, several newspapers from around the world, a smart phone, photos of the earth from an orbiting Satellite. A laptop computer with a list of various time capsules from around the world and their contents.

Upon opening the time capsule, the instructions will be to immediately take a selfie and up load to social media. The time capsule will be buried at the South Pole and is scheduled to be opened exactly at the same time as the Chinook Center Time Capsule in Calgary Alberta, Dec 29, 2999.

The photograph, above, is of the Chinook Center Time Capsule and the link below provides detailed information about the time capsule and its contents.




“Imitations / Flattery”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imitation/Flattery.”

Write a post about anything you’d like — in the style of your favorite blogger. (Be sure to link to them!)

Morning Walk

High tide of the ocean edging against the Gulf


A yellow star surrounded by a

cloudless blue sky.

Sun rising, lathering my skin,

on a

warm January morning.

A smile on my face, tenderness in my spirit

for my morning walk.




“Just a Dream”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.


I have never had dreams that concerned or frightened me, yet when I read the prompt, I immediately thought of the dreams I have had many times after I retired.

I would dream of being dressed in flip-flops, cargo shorts, tank-top, cap and sunglasses on a warm sunny day in Florida, I would be either fishing from a pier, in a kayak paddling through the tranquil mangroves, or bicycling towards a setting sun dotted with Palm trees on both sides of the bike path.

These dreams have taken place numerous times and I have enjoyed them immensely. However, while enjoying the dream, I was always awakened by a former co-worker shaking my shoulder and yelling my name to wake up.

Once I open my eyes, I realized, I was on the beach in Southwest Florida and it was my bladder wanting me to go to the bathroom,

Thank goodness for the vivid dreams!



“In loving Memory”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Loving Memory.”

Write your obituary

writing_journey of a blog

This is the fourth or fifth time I have written my obituary, yes I know it is wired however the first time I wrote my obituary was for a class in the 80’s,

I wrote another after the death of a friend and within the last six years I have written my obituary a couple of times just before I completed some hair-raising bucket list items. So if I’m typing this, I’m truly a blessed and fortunate man.

I understand and realize my time on this planet is limited and writing a journal detailing my daily, weekly, monthly yearly and decade after decade activities help focus what I want my obituary to look like.

I would suggest to many families and friends to write their obituary to keep abreast of whether or not their life is moving in the direction they wish, and most importantly it takes the burden away from family and or friends to write your obituary.

Although you may not be around to view or hear what was written, writing your own, gives you a better chance of having what you wrote be available to family and friends.

Updating your obituary is a way to see if your life is following the path you are proud of and would want anyone to know.

As far as my obituary, since I’m planning to live at least another 40 years, I look forward to the day when I look up to view one of my two children changing my Depends to complete the cycle of life.

As far as my Obituary, I made revisions in January 2015, and it will become accessible upon my death.



“Plead the Fifth”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”

What question do you hate to be asked? Why?


When I retired, many people would state, you retired young and some would ask, how did I get to retire so young?

Since most of the questions were coming from fellow retirees in the 70’s and 80’s who only recently retired within the last five or ten years. I began stating that I retired on time after twenty-five years and I planned better than most.

The first time I used the statement, the couple walked away abruptly, so I solved the problem of what to say and not plead the fifth.



“Me Time”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”

What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?

Sanibel Island FL. Beach Sunset

Sanibel Island FL. Beach Sunset

I love this prompt because Saturday is my everyday, however the choices of what to do has caused a slight dilemma from time to time.

I usually begin my day with a morning walk of two or three miles while listening to the Dave Matthews Band or an audio book.

Since I do this before breakfast to work up a sweat that invigorates the body after slumbering the night away with blissful dreams.

My dilemma usually begins upon my return, after showering and eating breakfast. Usually, I settle into writing short stories, blogging, or as of late, reading a couple of great books, have taken up my days until the sun begins its decent in the horizon.

Watching the setting sun, I reflect and think of how blessed and fortunate I am, because after a morning walk the rest of the day is “Me Time.”



“Fight or Flight” A short story.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fight or Flight.”

Write about your strongest memory of a heart-pounding, belly twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?


In 1978, Jeb Collier, was a 17 years old, standing 6’7″, 140 pounds, with striking strawberry colored hair and the face of a twelve-year-old. He enlisted in the US Army as a Military Policeman before he graduated high school and was scheduled to leave two weeks after his high school graduation.

Suzy Lovell at 5’1,” began dating Jeb in the seventh grade and were high school sweet hearts after Jeb gave Suzy a promise ring during their sophomore year and were expected to marry, before Jeb left for the Army’s basic training at Fort McClellan Alabama.

When Jeb was in the sixth grade, he stood 5’11, and 95 pounds, so he was always taller than most of his elementary school classmates and during the summer before he went to seventh grade, he grew an astonishing 8 inches.

He suffered through his teenage years of name calling such as “Red tooth pick, ” “Red stick, ” and the one he hated the most, “Skinny Sickle. ”

A day after signing his agreement to enter the military and three weeks before graduation, Jeb began to physically fight anyone who called him anything other than Jeb.

This included his two older and three younger brothers, along with several of his close friends and enemies, who ridiculed and tormented him over the years.

These fights, impressed Suzy and she was extremely proud to be Jeb’s girlfriend. Over the years, they talked about how Jeb should standup to those who called him names and Suzy told him, he needed to demand the respect, he deserved.

All of the fights ended with Jeb gaining a sense of respect from all who lived in the small coal mining town of 300, in Putney Kentucky.

Two days after their graduation, Jeb and Suzy, hiked along a familiar trail to view the sunset from a nearby mountain top. For years, they have taken the hike, to view the beauty of nature, talk and most importantly to find privacy to take part in a little heavy petting.

After the sun settled in behind the Kentucky Mountains, the two began walking along the trail back to their homes in town, a couple of miles away in the darkening skies of a gorgeous sunset.

They were holding hands when noises in the woods startled them both, as bears were known to be in the area in the late spring. They also thought it was their friends attempting to scare them. So they each yelled out, calling the names of friends they assumed were doing everything possible to frighten them.

They stopped several times to yell towards the woods but no one acknowledged them. This began to frighten them both as they walked holding hands.

The rustling of the woods continued as Jeb held Suzy’s hand tighter, picking up his pace with his long legs. Their fear grew ever so dreadful, as the setting sun, turned to darkness.

With their minds racing with fear, their hearts pounding, tears began to stream down Suzy’s face, as she tried to keep pace with Jeb, who was literally pulling her along.

Suddenly, a loud crash of trees was heard by both. Jeb stopped in his tracks and asked Suzy, did you hear that noise, she said yes. She looked up towards Jeb quietly asking him, what are you gong to do?

However, before he could answer, a large black bear, fifteen yards behind them and ten years or so into the wood, stood standing two or three feet taller than Jeb, looking down at the two.

Jeb, looking into, Suzy’s eyes, said, I don’t know about you, but you better keep up, and with that, he yelled screaming, Help! Help! Help, all the way home.

Jeb’s mother, father, four of his brothers along with two of his sisters ran out of the house towards Jeb’s screaming voice. Two of Jeb’s brothers holding their shotgun and one of his sisters carrying his father’s shotgun ran towards him with their flash lights in hand, asking what happen.

Jeb, was breathing heavy, sweating profusely, and his redden face was flushed with fear, between breaths, he explained he saw a bear on the trail.

Just as his mother and father walked up behind his brothers and sisters. His mother asked, where is Suzy? There was an awkward silence for a moment, when Suzy, yelled, I’m right here, Mama, Collier.

Suzy was so furiously mad at Jeb, that she did not speak to him until he returned from the Army’s training when she accepted his wedding proposal to marry.



“Last Words”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Last Words.”

You have the chance to write one last post on your blog before you stop blogging forever. Write it.


Now, if I knew the date of my last blog post, I will write and schedule fifty-two blogs to be posted after my scheduled last day of posting, since WordPress provides bloggers the opportunity to schedule their blog post far into the future.

So, I hope my words will inspire, and or touch the minds and souls of many well after my demise.


Cut Off

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cut Off.”

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

I have traveled many miles across America via motorcycle, and hiking, I have been in wilderness locations where I actually was concerned, yet not alone. Although, during each of these instances, I had not encountered no other humans for several hours only wildlife.


On a trip to Fairbanks Alaska several years ago, I was traveling southbound along the Alaska Highway when I stopped to look at the beautiful vistas of Green Lake. The sight was mesmerizing as my eyes were transfixed on the trees along the hill side reached towards the sky and the warmth of a July evening punctuated the quiet beauty, I was absorbing.


Ten or fifteen minutes may have passed when I heard and spotted a medium-sized bear 50-75 feet away, rooting around in the ditch between the roadway and tree line. When he recognized me, we watched each other for close to twenty-seconds or more.

I was not shocked by the encounter, however, I began to quickly calculate and consider how fast I could get to my motorcycle, start it up before this young curious bear could cover the distance from his position towards me?

I’m aware, that most bear’s want attack unless there is food involved and since I do not carry food on the motorcycle, I was breathing a little easier especially as I turned the key and started off down the road.


When I began my bucket list ride on the east-coast, every animal I encountered would always quickly run back into the woods upon seeing me on the motorcycle. However, since traveling along the Alaska Highway, every Bears, Mose, Elk and Buffalo I encountered, looked and stared at me with a gaze of wonderment. I felt, I was in a cage, looking out upon them in their natural habitat.

During all of my years of traveling, people have asked am I lonely, or am I afraid? I realized and understand, I’m never alone when I travel especially in the wilderness. I am simply an occupant of the earth observing the beauty I see with an emotional peaceful and blessed feeling within.

Local Flavor”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Local Flavor.”


Write a piece about a typically “local” experience from where you come from as though it’s an entry in a travel guide.


The Southwest Florida sunsets, are a natural phenomenon that occurs daily and they are a special sight during the winter months as thousands of Snow-birders arrive escaping the harsh winters.


Because of the shorter day light hours, many arrive after an afternoon slumber to bask in the warmth of 75 – 85 degree temperatures with a slight breeze always blowing, to view the end of a gloriously beautiful day.


This is daily local flavor that attracts many Snow-birds to the beach every evening.


“Tourist Trap”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tourist Trap.”

What’s your dream tourist destination — either a place you’ve been and loved, or a place you’d love to visit? What about it speaks to you?

Redwood National Park

Redwood National Park

During the summers of 2006 & 2007, I toured Redwood and Glacier National Parks.These two locations stirred my soul emotionally, as I was brought to tears while standing in awe of the beauty of Mother-Nature.

The overwhelming scent of natural Pine Trees in Glacier National Park was ever-present in the early morning hours as I toured the park by motorcycle traveling along the “Going to the Sun Road.”


I know there are many sites of grandeur around the world, however, people use various adjectives to describe the beauty of what they have seen. Nothing can take the place of standing in these National Parks where Mother Nature traps’ the souls of many tourists with her majestic beauty.



“A Plot of Earth”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Plot of Earth.”

You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?


If I was given 500 acres of earth in the mid-west of the US to develop as I please, I would donate the land to the National Young Farmer Coalition for development to use only as an organic farm.

The current trend of young people cultivating land as farmers is increasing across the US. as reported in a couple of articles by the NY Times and National Public Radio (NPR) reflecting a documented trend.

Although, I would  never want to work a farm especially in the winter, I enjoy viewing the beautiful farmlands of the mid-west as I travel across the US.



29 Quotes by Great Contemporary Writers no. 6.


  1. “If everyone would do one nice deed every day, what a wonderful world it would be!” (Christine).

  1. “So…be open to others, be loving, and see how all that love comes back to you” (Christine).

  1. “Each and every one of us has our own path to walk. We might have people helping us along the way, and we might stop to help others along their own path, but ultimately, we travel down our own roads” (Angie).

  1. “I believe women’s movements are successful because they are needed in our world. If men treated women better then there would be no need for them” (Nicodemas).

  1. “…Patience takes practice. Like mindfulness, it’s a strength that we build over time.” (ANU).

  1. “We are part of the world, and our inner peace is connected to peace outside of us. We can create peace in the world; and beauty in the world can bring us peace…

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What Kind of Blogger Are You?

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The “hobby blogger” feels slighted that someone else can “make it” where they cannot. I can’t count the number of times I have read “you can’t do that with a blog or on social media.” What people really mean by this statement is that THEY don’t know how to do such and such on that platform. People love blanket statements and love to set limitations for others. Often it is because they themselves have failed in their own attempt and they just hate to see someone else succeed. These people are known as “anchors’ and they will weigh you down with their negativity and halfhearted attempts at advice. Cutting off these anchors will make your ship sail much more smoothly.

What kind of blogger are you and what are your goals on WordPress? What is your motivation for being on social media in general? Only you individually can answer that…

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Time Management for Writers

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Writers must always have time to write, and we need to be careful of getting too involved in selling our wares rather than creating our wares. Marketing is vital, but….. We all know by now the importance of social media as far as marketing our books is concerned. It’s important to have a platform, with a few favourite sites where we interact with others. If you still have small followings, you might be complaining about too few likes, comments, or retweets, but I also see many overly stressed writers out there whose followings have grown, trying to move at light speed just to keep up with everything. I promise you though, you will reach a point where you can’t keep up without pruning a little.

How many blog posts do you read every day? Times that you take to read an article vary. I’ve timed a couple, and for me…

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