Hell of a Guy
No legacy is so rich as honesty - William Shakespeare

Saturday, September 30, 2017

To It I say, Bullshit…

09/30/2017

Recently I made a post on Facebook about having a buzz and being emboldened to post my true feelings of the current outrage by professional athletes taking a knee during the National Anthem, and also about how I support the current resident of the White House. I got some blowback.

Total bullshit. My post was in a spirit of lightheartedness, nothing demeaning or derogatory, but some did take it that way. I truly had a buzz and was messing around. My thought to them, screw ‘em.

One goofball is a guy I went to high with, who was a snob ass then and still is now. He accused me, basically being a bigot, bringing up what went on in Charlottesville this summer, white supremacy and my “white privilege.” Bullshit, and I called him on it. I know this dude never served in any branch of the military…instead, he hid behind a college deferment. I instructed him not to lecture me on the 1st Amendment. He did not respond, which surprised me by not surprising me.

Last night I was looking at FB because I had not looked at it for over a day. A friend, who I love dearly, also brought up the “white privilege” thing. Bullshit, one more time. People have too much time on their hands and seem get bent out of shape by everything. They call these individuals “Liberals.”

Here’s where I stand: I did not get to select my parents; I did not get to choose my race; I did get to work, and work hard for what I have; I do not and will not apologize to anyone for what I have and how I got here.

If there is truly such a thing as “white privilege” and that helped my along the way? Good deal, I love it, and make no apology for availing myself to it.
To those who want to chastise me for this…BULLSHIT.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Tuesday, September 19, 2017

A Time for Trash…

09/19/2017

The Nancy and I are in the process of cleaning out her parents’ properties…that is, all three of them.

We actually began this process about three years ago, one year after her mother passed away, much to the chagrin of her father. At one property we ordered a 30 cubic yard dumpster to be placed in the driveway. We filled it, with the help of her brothers and sister, to overflowing. We then ordered another to be delivered at her parents’ home just up the street. As we began to toss stuff there, it became more than evident our actions deeply affected her dad. We stopped just short of filling the second dumpster to half capacity, but could have filled it and another…that is for darn sure.

In mid-July her dad died after a 54-day hospital stay. Now we are deep into getting the old home place, the rental house and her folks’ getaway camp ready to sell. This means some really exhaustive cleaning and tossing. I am certain Kate and Joe never threw away anything…and I mean anything.

For an indicative example, I know I have myself placed thousands of grocery store plastic bags in the trash. Looking through the house we find bottles and bottles of cleaning chemicals like Windex just partially used. It’s almost like to them it was easier to buy a new bottle of some cleaner they needed rather than to look for the one they already had. I know I have seen at least half a dozen bottles of partially used Windex. The home has four levels, and there is stuff on every level that needs to be tossed.

The family is planning on getting together the last week of October to do some major cleaning and tossing. A Tossing Party of sorts. While there are some things in the house of sentimental value, a few things family members would like to keep, I bet at least 98% of what is left at all three places can be tossed or given away. Surely there is a lot of stuff someone would love to have and can make use of it, but most has outlived its usefulness and needs to be classified as trash and dealt with accordingly.

All of the above makes me realize it is time to assess my own “stuff” and decide what is trash and what is not. Using the same eye I am with the in-laws’ stuff, I bet I can mark a lot of it as trash and deal with it accordingly…too.

I have often told people, jokingly - so don’t send the cops, the fire will take care of everything.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Sunday, September 10, 2017

Relief…

09/10/2017

Back in May I had what was supposed to be my annual physical, actually about eighteen months since the previous one. A week earlier I had stopped by the doctor’s office for blood to be drawn. During the exam Dr. Quarantillo discussed the blood test results, one being an increase in my cholesterol which had jumped from 168 to 221, the other number that had jumped significantly was my PSA reading that nearly doubled to 6.15. The doctor was most concerned for the PSA increase and highly recommended I see a urologist. I did.

The urologist did what urologist do, and that included another prostate exam. My doctor had done the rectal exam and found no abnormality. The urologist also said all seemed to be normal, that being no odd shape or lumps, but he also recommended I consider having a prostate MRI done.
The very next day, June 8th, I visited my PCP because of an issue with my neck that I should have mentioned during my physical. He had me visit the local hospital to have some ex-rays done, but also had ordered another blood test, causing me to wonder why? I soon found out.

A day later I received a call from the doctor’s office letting me know that based on my symptoms the doctor has ordered a test for Lyme disease and the test results came back with a positive reading. I apparently had been bitten by a tick and infected with the disease. Okay! What’s next? Well, next was a 28-day aggressive antibiotic program. I needed to know more about Lyme disease and did some online research. I found one of the side effects of Lyme disease can be an increase in PSA. 

I was to return to the urologist to discuss further investigation of the PSA increase. I let them know I had Lyme and what I had found about Lyme and PSA. The doctor agreed and scheduled me to come back for another blood test after the antibiotic program. The re-test showed a decrease in PSA but still high, and so we went forward the prostate MRI and I had it on August 8th. Last Wednesday I saw the urologist to discuss the MRI findings.

Generally, I do not worry excessively about things I cannot control or have no control over. This certainly fit that criteria. But then, yesterday morning reality set in. What was I going to hear – was it good news, not so good news, or would it be overwhelmingly bad news?

I got to the doctor’s office about 15 minutes early. The waiting room was nearly empty, a good sign. Just one other guy and me. I was there about a minute when the other guy was taken in the back. Just a few minutes later I, too, was taken into a small room to await the doctor. I was only there for about 10 excruciating minutes with all kinds of thoughts going through my mind before he came in the room.

After a few seconds of small talk he produced a paper, the results of the MRI, and then he smiled and laid it on me. No cancer, no signs of cancer, no lumps, no abnormality other than an enlarged prostate.
Hallelujah!

Enlarged prostate, a treatable condition.

I feel great. Relief. Live is good.

And that is all I have to say about that… 

 
Saturday, April 08, 2017

A Trip Home…

04/08/2017

The Nancy and I are on our way home from a trip to Orlando and her annual conference. This whole thing began on the 31st of March with me dropping Her Majesty off at Baltimore/Washington International so she could catch her flight to Orlando. Having dropped her off, I began the 800-mile drive with all of her conference materials.

My part of the excursion did not begin well as I began driving south on I-95. It was raining cats and dogs and the cats were winning. Traffic in many spots along the way was at a complete standstill allowing me to make it just about 60 miles in the two hours. My original plan had me, after dropping off my wife at 9:30, in Richmond, VA and a lunch date with my two girls. I did not get to Richmond until after 2pm, a trip of 141 miles. With lunch apologetically canceled, I drove on in the pouring rain, hoping to make it to Manning, SC on the first day. About the time I crossed the Virginia border into North Carolina, a miracle occurred, the rain ceased, the skies cleared and the sun appeared. I made it to Manning, SC about 6:30 tired and hungry. It was a long day fighting traffic and exercising my four-letter word vocabulary, but all-in-all not a bad one.

The rest of week went very well, and now we are on our way home, the Nancy in tow with the remainder of her “conference stuff.” We left Orlando Thursday morning, headed north on I-95 and spent the night in Florence, SC and resumed the journey Friday morning.

Now to the meat of this little piece. Driving up 95 on Friday and a little after noon as hunger bugged us, we decided to stop for a bite. We remembered a small café we had enjoyed when passing through Rocky Mount, NC a couple of years ago, so we headed for the Westridge Grill. Now this is not a fine dining establishment, but is provides good, down home grub at reasonable prices and, best of all, some very friendly people.

As I said, we were here a couple of years ago. The owner happened to be behind the bar where we sat. We told him we had visited in the past and kind of fell in love with two of his employees, Miss Jay and David, and couldn’t be in range of the place and stopping for a meal. After telling him this, Nancy noticed one of my “Hell-of-a-Guy” cards tapped to a mirror behind the bar. I had left one there the first time she and I visited. I guess we made a favorable impression while there that time. In any event, that was a first. I always thought of passing out those cards as kind of a joke, never expecting anyone to hold on to them.  It made me feel good, like a celebrity of some sort. Now I can make the rest of the trip with a smile on my face.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
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