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Bucket List Fulfilled


The Campbell home, that L.M. Montgomery called the “wonder castle of my childhood”, was built in 1872 by her Uncle John and Aunt Annie Campbell. The first Campbells’ settled here in 1776 and it is still in the Campbell family after over two hundred and thirty years. Here, L.M. Montgomery, author of the world-famous novel Anne of Green Gables was inspired to write many novels and it is the setting for Anne’s Lake of Shining Waters. * From the website

Notice the cat, the Mrs. has always said ” A house without a cat is not a home.”

On Tuesday we broke out the Bucket List and checked off my girl’s #1, PEI and the setting for L.M. Montgomery’s inspiration for “Anne of Green Gables.” I’ve been told we have to purchase the CD of the entire series, 70’s era and watch it. You’ll love it she says. Will not be watching Thursdays, Saturdays, Sundays or Monday Nights. My on-going Bucket List of Pigskin frolics (Football) will be on the big screen over the fireplace.

I am quite impressed with our adventure to the Maritime Provinces. It all started when leaving the USA at Calais, ME and being greeted by the Border Security ambassador. The roadways have been wonderful, the scenery superb, the homes well cared for and litter non-existent. The people we have come in contact with are congenial and quite forthcoming when engaged in conversation. And just to let you know, I’m an engager. I have realized I must get a new business card promoting the Rooster and his Blog. I’ve got to hand my contacts something when I approach them and ask, ‘Hi there, do you mind if I ask you a few questions.”


Upon leaving the house that Anne was realized in, we headed to Charlottetown, PEI and our hotel for the night. With the room not ready for a few hours we headed out to explore what PEI had to offer. We headed out to Brackley Beach, a Provincial Park on the Ocean. The entry, much like back home in Assateague, MD was staffed by what I shall call Park Rangers. The fee for Seniors is $6.80 each. However after asking directions off the park for a restaurant, we were granted free access. It seemed that a ways up the beach there were several restaurants, Richard’s being one of them. The Ranger says, and I quote ” free enterprise you know, we can’t charge you for going there.” We had the most tummy filling Fish and Chips meal of fresh caught Cod that morning.


64f, nice breeze, no flys, a glass of Chardonnay and the smell of the ocean. As Uncle Bobby would say, were he here, “Leroy, that’s what he always called me,” It don’t get much better than this.” Of course now he would have had a Coors Lite, which they have up here. Miss you Robert. We talked on the phone almost every day for a lot of years, What’s going on time we called it. They were usually lengthy calls after an Eagles loss.

So this young lad, Ben was his name, eight years of age and a nonstop jump off the bulkhead 10 foot high kind of kid, swim to the beach with a rushing tide and do it over and over again. An amazing young man.


Just a gorgeous place to be on a wonderful trip with my best friend. Good-by PEI.


We made it to Nova Scotia on the Ferry from Wood Islands, PEI.


Hello Nova Scotia

Thanks for stopping by. We cant wait to see what Thursday brings as we continue our adventure. Dinner tonight at Five Fisherman, it’s a keeper. Mussels, Blacken Halibut for me, Fish Chowder and Lobster Linguine for the lady.  It’s like being in Pittsburgh without the bridges.


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Moncton, BC & the Bay of Fundy

Low Tide in the Bay of Fundy

Everything you need to understand the Bay of Fundy is right here. If you’ve never observed this tidal change, put it on your bucket list.

Our ride from Bangor to the East was wonderful. The crossing into Canada from Calais, ME to St Stephen, BC was so different of our border crossing two years ago at Niagara Falls. The Canadian border official was so welcoming, some minor chit-chat about Anne of Green Gables,” longest running play in Canada by the way,” he says. We’re fulfilling one check off from the Mrs’ Bucket List,by the way. We were the lone vehicle crossing at the time, far different from the 40 minute bumper to bumper trip at Niagara. I’m awaiting the finish to this experience on the cross back to the USA on the return. That was a disappointing experience two years ago. Our contact that time was a miserable ass and an embarrassment to our border guards.

The ride on Route #1 was a delight. A smooth and beautiful highway with little traffic and wonderful countryside to view. It was one of the most relaxing trips I’ve ever driven. No trash along the roadway either, which is something I’m embarrassed about when people travel to Maryland’s Eastern Shore. I wonder what the Canadian’s do to occupy a day with their work-release prisoners.


Note the jacket, a blustery wind, high 60’s and a delightful lunch venue along Canada’s Rt. #1, cleanliness everywhere.

We checked into our Hotel, a Hampton Inn and I’ll let the pictures speak to the accommodations.

The nicest room we old farts have ever stayed in, a true Honeymoon Suite. We are blessed by some great children who provided this night. Thank you girls. Had a chit-chat with the owner, Mr Murphy at breakfast. When we drove in from the looks of the grounds and building we thought this was a new house, not the case, eight years old. A #1 stay should you ever find yourself in Moncton, BC.  Just plan a night or two at the Hampton Inn at 700 Mapleton, Rd. Tell Murph, the Rooster sent you. Don’t pass up breakfast either, first class all the way.

The Mrs. had the best fish chowder she ever had at a place called Skippers. I feasted on Fish Tacos. We shared some great Calimari, washed it all down and headed to watch the water run out of the Moncton downtown.

It’s amazing how the water rushes out so quickly. The Bay of Fundy has the greatest tides in the world. Check out the following web site and learn all the particulars.

 After a brief walk, gotta get some steps you know, we walked the isles of Cabelas.

She found her moose, I found my chair.


Thank you all for stopping by, off to Anne of Green Gables next. So glad to greet you all from Canada, à bientôt.


Looking for Moose

After the reunion at Troop C the Mrs. and I would head back to our son’s home in Tolland to catch up on their day. Earlier the oldest daughter and her best friend forever, forever being Kindergarten went off to their high school for the selection process for the girls volleyball team. After all the angst the past week over practice and the entire process of trying out, both girls made the team. Congratulations Jill and Mandy.

The girls, Matt, Beth,Rebecca, and Kevin would have a holiday afternoon and head to Essex, CT for a train and boat ride. Essex is a great little spot to visit if you ever find yourself in Connecticut with nothing to do. The crew even had a meal at the famous Griswold Inn.


Courtesy of the Essex Steam Train


The Griswold Inn, courtesy of Wiki.

The Griswold Inn, located in Essex, Connecticut, is the oldest continuously run tavern in the United States of America.[1] Founded by three brothers in the late 18th century and named after the Griswold Family of the area, it has been under the stewardship of only six families. The inn was captured by British troops and used as a base of operations during the War of 1812.[2] During prohibition the inn still maintained a lively entertainment schedule for the local yachtsmen. Over the years several surrounding buildings were added to the inn complex, each with its own unique history. The inn was also used as a filming location for the Gothic soap opera Dark Shadows. (From the pages of Wiki)


Mooring a boat along the Connecticut river takes a dingy ride back to shore. Nice picture Matt

Back in Maryland our crew was headed to Baltimore for the Ravens vs Lions  pre-season football game. They would make the 109 mile trip in a converted tactical van which today performs as a venue for tailgating.


Inside the party van on the way to the game.


M&T Bank Stadium is in sight.

Granddaughter Rachael was celebrating the completion of her first week as a teacher for 4th and 5th grade students in Science and History at the Stepping Stones Learning Center. After a two-year career in the Brew Pub industry as a personal assistant she now gets to do what she loves, help children grow.


Rachael on the left with her mom Sarah, our middle child.

Eljefe/Jeff the son in-law, just back from Brussels would be so up for this trip. You see, he hails from Bay City, MI and has been a loyal Detroit Lions fan for his entire life. We who root for others, are so terribly sorry for yet another loss. May God bless you for your loyalty and comfort you during future games. Have a Beer and a Brat Jeff, on me of course.

Abby is spending this semester at SU in Salisbury but heading back to MSU in Starkville, MS next weekend to celebrate her 20th birthday with friends and watch some SEC football. Go Dawgs.

As for me and the little women, we’ve spent the night in Bangor, ME, had a great breakfast yesterday in Ogonquit. We visited a cemetery in Kittery and drove every back road from Portland to Bangor looking for a Bear or Moose. NO LUCK.


This vault was sealed with a kiss.

For dinner we would seek out Geaghan’s Brewery and Pub for a dining excursion. We both love brew pubs. Seems it was open mike night and a small group, complete with Harp were providing entertainment. You know, I’ve go to get better at this interviewing stuff. I chatted and filmed them for a good 10 minutes and never got the group’s name. Hey, I’m learning, right.

Out in Oklahoma City last week, great-granddaughter Mia Davies scored her first soccer goal. Thank the good Lord, Mia Hamm will not be missed.


“SCORE!!!” You Rock Mia.


OK, there’s your nightly wrap-up. It’s time for a shower, breakfast, a drive to the border and on to Moncton, NB for the night.

Thanks for traveling with us, we hope you enjoy back roads because that’s how we travel.” Here Moosey, Moosey, Moosey.”


This is as close to a Moose as we’ve gotten. It’s a picture hanging in Geaghan’s Pub.

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ORF Gathering at Troop “C”

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Now a Senior Center in Stafford Springs, CT, this aged old building was my first assignment as a trooper  with the CT State Police 43 years ago. Back in the day it was known as “Troop C.” It was here on 27 August that an ORF gathering took place. ( Old Retired Farts)

We had a mother hen who kept us up to date with our reports and kept us out of trouble. Her name was Anne Fitzgerald. Anne is well into her 80’s and brought us back together under her motherly umbrella for a final Swan Song for her, so she said. She let us know this was her last official act. Anne, thank you for all you’ve done for me and many others through the years. It was a wonderful event and I thank you.

I brought my wife along on this venture. She was a real Trooper, just smiled and hung in there as war stories were told amonst old comrads. Thank you my dear for being a part of my evening, you rock.

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The following article from the “Hartford Courant” will give you a background on “Troop C.” This is the new and improved home for the troop.

Troop C Barracks Leaving Stafford This Weekend

March 17, 1995|By SANDY LOUEY; Courant Staff Writer

STAFFORD — After 72 years of housing cops and crooks, the state police barracks on Route 190 will close this weekend.

The Troop C barracks is moving to new quarters in Tolland.

The troopers and other employees will bid goodbye to a cramped 1920s-era two-story building. Sunday will find them working in a state-of-the-art facility with nearly double the space.

“Hopefully, things will happen very smoothly,” said state police spokesman Sgt. Dale Hourigan.

A moving company will start transporting equipment and other items Saturday morning and everything is scheduled to be done by Sunday afternoon, he said. During the two days Troop C is in transition, the old and new building will be staffed.

“We’re not going to upset or diminish our capability to respond,” Hourigan said.

By 4 p.m. Sunday, the Stafford barracks will be empty, Hourigan said.

Residents and officials in Stafford said they will miss having the barracks so close.

“It’s a nice, secure feeling to have a barracks full of troopers,” said Peter Gibbs, who was walking along Main Street.

“We’re losing some good neighbors,” said Michael Robinson, president of the Stafford Chamber of Commerce. “We wish them well.”

Citizens say they’re not worried about how the barracks’ move will affect the policing in town, mainly, because the town set up a resident trooper program in anticipation of the move.

A state resident trooper, Dan Herman, two full-time constables, and nine part-time constables patrol the town.

Robinson said they are a visible presence in town.

“I see them all the time,” he said.

Dock Sellers, who was a former borough warden during a time in which the borough had its own police department, said most residents won’t even notice the change.

“Most people in Stafford have never driven to the barracks and have no reason to,” he said.

All the policing is done on the roads, anyway, he said.

“They don’t have to walk,” he said.

Built in 1923, the Stafford barracks was constructed of stone and clapboard.

At one time, the troopers were required to live, eat, and sleep at the barracks. That practice ended in the late 1960s.

The building won’t be abandoned for long if town officials have their way.

As a result of a 1989 special act of the state legislature, the barracks and the three acres would be transferred to Stafford.

Plans are to turn the building into a community center. Part of the old barracks would be a center for senior citizens, while another area of the building would used for a youth center, First Selectman John Julian said.

Senior citizens now gather at the Golden Age Club, while teenagers in town usually hang out on Main Street.

The plans depend on whether the town receives a federal grant, Julian said. The town applied for a federal Small Cities Grant. The town is eligible for $500,000.

The new phone number for the Tolland barracks is 870-9500 or 1-800-318-7632.


The badge I took into retirement with me. Proud to have served and to have been part of the “Thin Blue Line.”



Two old friends, Charlie Vanderscoff and Sterling MacPherson. Your back was always covered with these two around.

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On Sunday morning we head north to Maine and on to PEI, Canada. Lots going on back home also that I’ll attempt to get into print. Once again, thanks for stopping by to take a gander at my chicken scratch.

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A Date in Mystic


On our way to Connecticut this past Monday our first stop was the Elmwood Cemetery.

PBS once did a History Detective special on Cemeteries. Our personal history dates back 51 years and we are forever exploring final resting places when traveling. I know, it’s a dying interest, but we try to keep it alive. Join us on this grand day in August as we travel east for the day while celebrating our 51’st honeymoon.


Married in 1965, and the #1 song of the year was, “My Girl” by The Temptations.  Here she is standing in front of the famous “Mystic Pizza.”


I went out for breakfast with my brother in-law John yesterday morning after dropping my girl off at the Rails to Trails for her 10K plus step morning. She’s a walking fool, ask anyone in Allen. Over an old-time favorite of Corned Beef Hash, two eggs sunny side up, home fries and toast we roasted the world of government and politics. My goodness, do we have all the answers. A combined 141 years of experience, way more than either candidate this year.

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Oh, if the nutritionist/Dietician at Cardiac Rehab could see me now. Hey, I’m on a honeymoon remember.

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By the second cup neither of us could name a worthy candidate. We did conclude that one’s a Liar and one’s a Bozo.

After Breakfast

I said good bye to John and headed out to find my girl an hour and a half later. Thanks to the Technocrats for

I knew right where she was, picked her up and headed back to our accommodations to plan our us-day. After a quick thought of a place or two we decided on Mystic,Connecticut, located 53 miles to the east on Long Island Sound.

Our first stop was AAA, we exchanged some US money, for Canadian and then continued east to the Sound. We have a new Garmin GPS to get us around but the old familiarity of living and patrolling the roads of Connecticut quickly returned to this aging soul. What was that old movie, “Somewhere in Time.”

Unlike the science fiction movie, this was the real thing and we were feeling romantic and nostalgic. Since this was the Honeymoon we never had 51 years ago, romance was in the air. On our first date, coffee and a donut in a diner in Pennshauken, NJ with another couple, we had our first kiss behind a tomb stone in a cemetery. It was a beautiful venue, small ponds with ducks swimming about,  grassy meadows and those around us remaining ever so quiet, go figure.

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Thanks Google for giving us  a visual  back to the place of that first kiss.No cell phones or IT back in those days. I’d line up quarters, dimes and nickles at the pay phone to call her from Camp Lejeune, NC. Those were the days


Just moments prior to the recreation of that first kiss, only this time in Mystic, CT. Nope, no pictures, it was a private moment in the Elm Grove Cemetery.



The drawbridge.


We would have lunch up in the trees at the Oyster, Club.


Foxwood’s Casino and Resort loomed large in the distance as we ventured back to Tolland.

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As the sun set on this grand re-creation of a first kiss and a trip to Mystic, , thank you Lord for 51 years with a grand lady, three children, nine grandchildren and 3 1/2 great-grandchildren. It doesn’t get any better than this.

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What you do when there’s nothing to do.

I got a whole bunch of steps in as the Mrs., the granddaughters and I spent over an hour on the mostly shaded trail on a grand walk. There were old, young, walkers and bikers, a little old lady pushing a baby carriage, and many dog walkers greeted along our adventure through the woods.


The Rooster and the granddaughters pose for the camera.


Granny and the girls under I-84.


Such Talent


Various signs along the way gave the walker the history on how the rail line functioned in years gone by. My family from the 20’s thru the 50’s had a long history with both the Pennsylvania Railroad and the Pennsylvania Seashore Line.

One great Uncle was in-charge of the mail car that ran each night between Scranton and Altoona, PA. Back during WW II another great-uncle was an engineer on a coal train that ran from Camden, to Cape May, NJ. I can remember sitting on a stool in my grandmother’s house and listening to stories from times gone by. One such story told, surrounded the expert marksmanship my uncle dad with a pistol. It seems the railroad armed the crews as they traveled the tracks adjacent to the coast, German submarines you know. As the train would pass farms that were fronted with picket fences close to the tracks, many would have empty milk bottles seated there awaiting the Milkman’s pick-up and delivery. Ready, Aim, *FIRE*, target practice would commence as the train passed. Any missed bottles would remain for the Conductor and Brakeman back in the Caboose to pick off should they be worthy enough to do so. My uncle always had a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he told his stories, especially that one.


So my friends there’s a bit of history for you, should the rails of old be of any interest. That walk with my grandchildren today rekindled such great stories I was told as a youngster and it felt good sharing it with you.

Thanks for stopping by as our adventure North continues. Writing early, and writing often, I remain,

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Food for Thought

We are still in CT. Hung with the grand-kids last night while son and wife took eldest son David to Logan on way to Dublin. Nice the parents got some alone time and a meal out. They sent the below pic, looking across the water from Logan to downtown, Boston. You just gotta love sunsets. I do like the rises also, ” Yep, here I am again” I say. Thank you Lord for another day in paradise.


The Boston skyline.


Eastham Bay, Cape Cod, MA, looking west across Cape Cod Bay at sunset. Our son and family were vacationing there last week. There are not a lot of east coast USA sites where the sun can be viewed setting over the water.  In Maryland we have Fagers Island in Ocean City that looks across Assawomen Bay. As the sun sets, the “William Tell Overture” plays. It’s one of those, you had to be there moments.

Today we venture out on a hiking path with two granddaughters to get some exercise and outdoor time. Yesterday I did the treadmill, I’ve gotta keep that Cardio Rehab going strong. I certainly don’t want to go backwards.

I was catching up on the back-home news and saw the below article from the Baltimore Sun, I just had to share. It is certainly not something that will be on my menu.

Deep-fried foods at Maryland State Fair, from bacon-wrapped Oreos to bugs

Deep-fried, bacon-wrapped Oreos will be sold at the state fair this year. Because America.

Brian Shenkman was at the Ohio State Fair when he saw a vendor dishing out deep-fried, bacon-wrapped Oreos. Now, he’s bringing the deep-fried delicacies to Maryland.

“We tried it and we loved it and thought we’d bring it to the East Coast,” he said.

This year marks Shenkman’s 21st as a vendor at the Maryland State Fair, where he dishes out deep-fried foods alongside an array of candy from the Bulk Candy Store tent.

His offerings change from year to year, and the bacon-wrapped Oreos are this year’s newest addition. The Oreo is first fried alone, then wrapped in bacon and fried again for a sweet-and-salty finish.

“It’s like having two scoops of ice cream,” Shenkman said. “It doesn’t get much better.”

Other popular items include deep-fried grilled cheese, deep-fried peanut butter and jelly, deep-fried Buckeyes (made of chocolate and peanut butter) and deep-fried cream cheese — Shenkman’s favorite.

Last year he offered fried cream cheese larvettes — yes, bugs — for the first time, and he’s bringing them back again this year.

“It’s like having a warm bagel with cream cheese and little crunchy things in them, and if you don’t realize what it is you’d never know,” he said.

Everyone asks Shenkman how many calories are in each of his crispy creations, he said. He reassured customers that if they don’t finish the last bite, the calories don’t count.

“We save all the calories there for the last bite,” he said.

Take a look at some of the deep-fried offerings in the gallery above.


Thanks for following the Rooster and the Hen on their trip north. A fellow blogger gave me the inspiration to change my closing words, ” Write early, Write often.”
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Off We Go

Day Two

It is day two of what we are calling 51st honeymoon. It will be a two week travel adventure through DE, NJ, NY, CT to start.  I write this on day two of our trip, we are at our son’s home in CT,  we shall be here through Saturday when we attend a reunion at my old State Police troop in Stafford Springs.  A bunch of old retired farts telling past war stories, another lol.  This Sunday  we head to Bangor, ME, Monday Moncton, BC then on to Charlottetown, PEI, Halifax, NS, Saint John, BC, Bucksport, ME, Portland, ME, CT, and finally home on the 7th of September.

Who was that just asking what 51st honeymoon meant? Did you ever see 50 First Dates?

Take a gander at the trailer, a really cute movie.

Now we have not experienced brain trauma, we are up in our years, were married 51 years ago, and a lot has flown right out and over heads. So, we are just following the script that I somehow programmed into my Garmin Express. I’m going to make a concerted effort to post early and often, kind of like voting, and to keep you all up to date on who, what, when, and where the Rooster and his bride are.

Awoke to 47f/54%rh this AM, already a great first day wake-up.

Today our son and daughter in-law head to Boston with their oldest child, David. David is a college senior and heads out late today from Logan, IAP to Dublin, Ireland and begin his senior year with a semester abroad. He’s already completed one semester out of the country having spent it in Montreal, Canada.


Learning to speak Irish with an Apple


After a quick tidy up of the house we were out the door at 0615 and on the road in our Subaru Forrester for a 360 mile trip to Tolland, CT. We will R & R there until Sunday when we head to Canada.


We had a Golden Arch breakfast in Bridgeville, DE, Got cheap gas at a stop on the NJ, Tpk ., Gave the attendant a $2.00 tip, you can’t pump your own in Jersey, and ventured across the Hudson river via the Lincoln Tunnel. I usually take the George Washington bridge but travel warnings were predicting a 45 minute back-up. 1010 WINS to the rescue.

When you exit the Lincoln you are in immediate chaos of people, traffic and horns blowing. You’re adjacent to the maze that is Port Authority Bus Terminal and the Theater district. After a left on 43rd st we headed to the river and then north on the West Side Hwy. and on to CT. We would pass the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid Museum on the way. Many years earlier the Mrs. and I were lost below decks when on this ship for an open house while it was being decommissioned at the Philadelphia Navy Year.Old memories rekindled.



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For Lunch we would pull off the Merritt Pkwy. in CT and make a stop at a Panera Bread in Fairfield for lunch. This is one of favorite stops when traveling for a great mid-day meal.  After lunch we would get some steps in and walk a bit and make a stop at a Pier One Imports store. No buys here. If you remember the lady of the house is disposing, not accumulating.


Not Bruce Springsteen, but the Boss none the less.

Our next stop was in Newington, CT at Stew Leonard’s grocery store. If your ever on the Berlin turnpike, take a few minutes and take the adventure that is Stew Leonard’s.


Nine hours later and four stops we got off the highway at our old, 20 years, home town of Vernon, CT, and traveled familiar roads for a few miles to our sons home in Tolland. A great day, little traffic and a welcoming home. You can’t ask for anything more on your first day of travels. Thank you Lord.

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Once again thanks for dropping by the chicken pen. Remember to vote early and vote often. Feeling a little like Charles Karault today.

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So here we are, Monday, in the month of  August, the eighth month, on the eighth day in 2016. Thus 8+8=16.

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A fellow blogger, recently had a post that included Queen Anne’s Lace. This photo courtesy of Wunderground was posted today. I’m thinking there might just be a five-pound Bass in that there pond. Just Thinking that’s all. That’s Queen Anne’s Lace is in the foreground.

Post Yard Sale

We had our Yard Sale, made a few $$, not a lot mind you. All unsold items were donated to Halo Ministries

Over the past month we’ve made quite a few trips there as the Mrs. continues her personal purge of 51 years of accumulated stuff. She even has me admitting that there are a lot of things I no longer need. Forty Seven old tattered hats and hats never worn were either thrown out or donated to Halo. I must admit, I still have a few hats left. I shall be checking the heads of the homeless from now on to see if my fedora’s are on the men about town.

The ladies assisting in the Yard Sale were on station at 0500 the day of the sale. At 0605 a neighbor pulled in with his coffee on his way to work. The girls joined in, not with coffee mind you. It was Mimosa time. Mimosa time is usually a post church mass happening on an occasional Sunday when all the girls get together. No complaints here, NFL football is just around the corner and the boys will be doing their thing starting at 1300 on Sundays.


The girls giving the Mimosa wave.

The Mrs. suggested doing something nice for the girls for all their effort of setting up for the sale. My take was, they should be thankful that all this stuff is gone. When we rise up at the end of this journey they will be thankful that they do not have to sort through all this stuff.

The Feed


This past Saturday night 23 friends and relatives gathered in the Rooster’s Annex, which was a garage, will shortly become a guest house  and on this night for some fine dining and socializing. Crabs were the center of the attraction accompanied by Fried Chicken, Hot Dogs, Watermelon-Salsa, Potato Salad, Sweet and Sour Cucumbers, Beans for 18 casserole, Sweet corn, Cookies, Arnold Palmer Iced Tea, Beer, Wine and good old H2O. Throw out the calories, disregard the Gerd and dive in. It’s the Eastern Shore for crying out loud. Thanks Ed and Lexi, the crabs were fantastic.


The Chow line


The tables are waiting.


One of our guest’s was kind enough to bring the hostess some Sun Flowers. Our porch becomes a bit of Americana. God Bless the USA.

Las Vegas/

For the past few days our son and grandson have been in Las Vegas attending the Defcon annual conference. Our son is the owner of

His company manufactures and distributes items necessary for various groups and agencies around the world. He and co-operators also teach various courses to individuals who provide you with the reassurance that when you go to sleep at night, you will awaken in the morning. Sleep well my friends.


Grandson Kevin in Las Vegas selling Serepick wares. A DECA participant and CT chapter president.

Once again, thanks for stopping by.

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The Fork in the road.


3 Day Quote Challenge

Someone I follow is taking part in a three-day quote challenge by Here I am jumping in on day two. I was inspired, and especially want to share my favorite quote of all times which is so meaningful to me.

I have an issue with individuals who can’t make a decision. Have you ever been in a restaurant and someone at your table says “So, what are you going to order?” Then they hem and haw, ask everyone around the table the same question and wind up saying, “Well, I just don’t know what looks good.” For crying out loud, “MAKE A DECISION”. It just drives me crazy.

I also think of those members of the Thin Blue Line, of which way back when,  I was a member. How will any hesitancy in their coming to the crosses in the road they deal with, effect if they get to go home at the end of their shift.

“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” Yogi Berra




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Here is an all-inclusive list of Yogi’s quotes:

1. “It ain’t over till it’s over.”

2. “It’s deja vu all over again.”

3. “I usually take a two-hour nap from 1 to 4.”

4. “Never answer an anonymous letter.”

5. “We made too many wrong mistakes.”

6. “You can observe a lot by watching.”

7. “The future ain’t what it used to be.”

8. “If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.”

9. “It gets late early out here.”

10. “If the people don’t want to come out to the ballpark, nobody’s going to stop them.”

11. “Baseball is 90 percent mental. The other half is physical.”

12. “Pair up in threes.”

13. “Why buy good luggage, you only use it when you travel.”

14. “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”

15. “All pitchers are liars or crybabies.”

16. “A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.”

17. “Bill Dickey is learning me his experience.”

18. “He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.”

19. “I always thought that record would stand until it was broken.”

20. “I can see how he (Sandy Koufax) won 25 games. What I don’t understand is how he lost five.”

21. “I don’t know (if they were men or women fans running naked across the field). They had bags over their heads.”

22. “I’m a lucky guy and I’m happy to be with the Yankees. And I want to thank everyone for making this night necessary.”

23. “I’m not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.”

24. “In baseball, you don’t know nothing.”

25. “I never blame myself when I’m not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn’t my fault that I’m not hitting, how can I get mad at myself?”

26. “I never said most of the things I said.”

27. “It ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.”

28. “I think Little League is wonderful. It keeps the kids out of the house.”

29. “I wish everybody had the drive he (Joe DiMaggio) had. He never did anything wrong on the field. I’d never seen him dive for a ball, everything was a chest-high catch, and he never walked off the field.”

30. “So I’m ugly. I never saw anyone hit with his face.”

31. “Take it with a grin of salt.”

32. (On the 1973 Mets) “We were overwhelming underdogs.”

33. “The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase.”

34. “You should always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise, they won’t come to yours.”

35. “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”


Sources: Los Angeles Times, Baseball Almanac, Baseball Digest, Catcher in the Wry (Bob Uecker), Sports Illustrated

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