Thursday, November 5, 2026

11.05.26 Now it's a party....

 

     Spent the day at The Fly Barn which was just good for my soul. I got to drive the new ride up there and she, she's s female of course, fits in there. Theresa asked me, "How's the truck?", and I told her it was great, it's just that with every mile I drove it I was just waiting for lights on the dash or the engine to just blow up. The thing is if this was just a couple thousand dollar old beater I would just drive it into the ground. But this one is nice, has really high miles, an unknown history, and wasn't cheap, at least compared to my previous battle wagon purchasing history. 

     And the worst part was to get this done I went with their financing, which is basically predatory lending, so I have payments to make, which I haven't had, I think, since I was in my early 30's. But I did my due diligence in researching her history, took her to a mechanic to once over, and had them fix the fixes that she needed. So, I guess we're good. Today will be her first trip to the dump. 

     Before I purchased her I spent about 1,000 hours on Facebook Marketplace and the internet looking for an older Chevy Silverado 4x4. I searched from Bradenton, Florida, where my Mom lives, to St. Augustine, were the kids live, to New Jersey, just in case there was one around when we were back in Cape May. From time to time I would see one in a used car lot, of course never a real dealership for me, and would stop and check it out. Much to Theresa's, "What are you doing now?", response. 

     As I drove through Ridgeland yesterday I came across a similar truck in a corner lot that always has something on wheels for sale. What it was was a 2011 Silverado 4x4 with 168,000 miles. This one had far less miles, 39,000 actually, but is mileage alone a difference maker?


     I took a peek inside and it was well worn with a cracked dash, not pretty in any means. Outside wasn't much better, and those rear fender flares are just horrible. Besides this one is an extended cab where mine is a crew cab.


     The asking price was $11,250 which was higher than the $10,800 I paid for, Scarlet, named after the Grateful Dead song, "Scarlet Begonias". So that made me feel better as I drove away. The thing about the south, people hold onto trucks, they mostly never have rust, and 4x4's aren't easy to come by as they just don't have the salt and snow like we have in the Northeast. Ok, enough with all that, I'll report back when a cylinder explodes through the hood. 

     Last weekend I took Theresa for a ride, a long one, following a post on Facebook to a place called, The Broken Bread, which was allegedly close to The Fly Barn. I asked Siri for help and she 


took us, I guess, the shortest route was there. It was a short drive on the pavement before a miles long journey on a long dirt road. Theresa and I have watched enough 20/20's and Dateline's and I had to reassure her we were going for sourdough bread, I swear. 


      We criss-crossed the back country roads looking and even passed the place because we kinda came in the back way, but eventually we found it. We got there at 11 am and the bread drop opened at at 9, and we had two left to choose from. There was also a fresh egg drop, but we passed on that.



     So who really cares about our romantic rides, me buying more stupid things, and job searches and the like? Do people who read this really care about what I ate and that I twisted my ankle playing basketball? I thought this was about fly fishing? Well, it is, trust me. All of this, these posts of the journey where life meets fishing, will hopefully morph into just fly fishing one day. And that will be fly fishing the Lowcountry, from boots and boat, to still hitting the Delaware River in the spring and Jersey Shore for part of the fall, to those great weeks up on the Vineyard. But it's a process to get there, and until I am, you have to suffer through the journey. Hey, somebody out there besides my family 


reads this shit because 534,792 of the 3,000,000+ who read this chose to read it last month, which was mostly about heading back to New Jersey, attending weddings, and closing up Cape May. I'm sure most of you just tune in to see what train wreck happens next. 

     Soooo..... Why did I write about going to a farm stand? As we drove, and were waiting for the guys from the movie Deliverance to stop us as we said to each other, "What is out here and who would live here?". Well, that's why I wrote it. A week ago I sent an email to a hunting lodge down here in the Lowcountry. 


     It's called Almost Heaven Plantation, and it sits on 2,000 acres, which ironically butts up to that trailer and farm stand where we were the other day. I emailed asking if they had any job opportunities, unbeknownst where it was located. Now, I'm no hunter, not a hunting guide, not really a perfect dog owner, don't know shit about quails and ducks, but maybe there's something out there that I could do. I'm a decent hand, I can sprinkle feed on the fowl and pick up branches. So sign me up.


     The place is pretty sick. It reminds me of the West Branch Angler Resort on the West Branch of the Delaware River. The WBA was a place I stayed a bunch of times and guided out of from time to time when they needed an extra boat on the river. Almost Heaven has lodging, 


a restaurant, bar, pro shop, and, fishing. They have a 85-acre pond that's chock full of huge largemouth bass and crappie. So I guess if guests are interested in a cast and blast experience, or just want to throw a line in between hunts here's a place to do it. 



     They have a lake and boat house and I'm sure they offer guided trips on the lake. So I circled back this morning and sent over my resume. With all they offer at the plantation surely there is something I, or maybe Luke and I,  can help out with.


       The best part is it's not all that far from The Fly Barn, where soon, I hope, I'd be able to crash in between two long days working in the woods. Maybe they'll hire me and Luke as a pair. You know, hunting guy and guide dog, although we'd have to do some training before they let us out there. We currently do our best work together on the couch or on the carpet.


     Luke is a Springer Spaniel, which is kind of a bird dog I think, and him going back to the South is kind of full circle for him. He was a rescue from Georgia. He and his brother were found cowering in the woods in a place where bird dogs in the making are tested. They take them out, fire off some rounds, and if they past the test they go on to train, or they're shot and left for dead, or just let loose, and left for dead. 


     We adopted him on January 6th, 2019 and he's been a good dog ever since. We have tested his anxiety disorder in more ways then one and he always been there and comes back for more. All he wants to do is be around, and be loved. Pretty simple. I'd love to give him a haircut and bring him to a place where he can run and chase birds around. It must be in his DNA because he points from time to time. Plus, chasing birds are better than chasing the alligators here at Sun City. 

     But if there was somewhere I'd rather be today it would be in Brooklyn sitting across from my daughter Juliet. Todays the big 3-0 and I've had the pleasure of knowing her since she was 12 years old. 


I'm so proud of the woman that she has become. My only regret is not being able to spend more time with her. I might have to jump on a plane one weekend for a quick visit, even if it's for the day. That's one drawback of living hundreds miles away, you lose the opportunity for those impromptu visits, so you have to make the effort, which would always be worth it. HBD Jules♡ 

Wednesday, November 4, 2026

11.04.26 Big day at the polls, and at the used car lot...

     I almost talked myself into not voting today. It wasn't that I'm not a voter, it's just that I didn't feel like I had a good feel of all the different races and candidates down here in Jasper County, South Carolina. 

     When I was on the computer early yesterday I saw the above image and I said I had to go either way. Voting is a freedom, that comes with American citizenship, one that so many have fought for, it's our right, and our duty, to our country, and each other. 


     Lucky for us Sun City is a big enough community so there's multiple places inside to cast your vote. What's nice about that is, while it's public, it's kind of protected from the outside, no signs, no posters, no jokers, to make you feel uncomfortable. Just go and throw the lever, well there's no levers anymore, at least where I've been voting. 


     Before we went I did my best to check out the different candidates that were running. The big races were for the Senate and Congress seats, and for Governor. In addition there were county and local positions up for grabs as well. Surprisingly there's the option to just vote straight down a party line, which I found out a lot of people do, which I find too easy, and in a way alarming. I'm an independent, and would cast a vote for a Democrat, Republican, or other, freely and without explanation, or a fight.

     For me, just voting Red or Blue, would be like always taking the side of your kid, or the cop, or any person, solely based on their affiliation, or blood, or even gender, or race. I never liked the two-party system. It's too easy to hide behind an ideal which doesn't allow for civilized conversation and debate, and individual thinking. It's all or none, winner takes all. 

     I tried to watch the results reporting into last night but found all of the different telecasts swaying one way or the other, as usual. There wasn't much reporting to be found, yes they gave you the numbers, but there was a palpable bias when the polls closed and the winners were predicted. Some relished in the results, like "they" had won. In the end it looks like the citizens of America have spoken, and what some say, was a message sent to the sitting President, Donald Trump. 


     As with past elections I'm never excited when landslide victories occur. Since I'm a middle of the road thinker, going to the extreme Right, like it did, and then to the extreme Left, which it did last night, isn't a good thing. It's an over-correction to where things stand at the moment, in both politics and the lives of the Americans they serve. I always say, and it kind of relates to everything, where things were, and where things are now, would be better if they were a mix of both, and would exist somewhere in the middle. To me, things were always better back in the day, maybe I'm just getting old and can't adjust to change. I still prefer riding in firetrucks with open cabs, ironworkers walking the steel without having to tie off every two feet, and handwriting nursing notes rather then staring at a computer screen the entire shift. And I think we've lost something by not using cash anymore, so you see where I'm stuck. 


     South Carolina made the news in a big way as Democrat Annie Andrews defeated Republican Darline Graham, the sister of the late Senator Lindsey Graham. She, a rehabilitation counselor, without political experience, was appointed to her brother's seat after he died in July of this year. Regardless of how you vote, name recognition and party line, shouldn't get your vote, on either side of the aisle. But then again, it's your vote, and that's why we vote. The Palmetto State will be sending a Democrat to the Senate after a 30-year run of Republican representation. I see back in Jersey Jeff Van Drew conceded his seat to Democrat Zack Mallot. I wonder if Cape May County has shifted to the Left or is this just an anti-Trump reaction. 

     So I'm always left wondering if these big swing elections are a true representation of political shifts or a peoples reaction to who's currently in office and how the state of the lives of American's are going at the moment. Like, is this how we really feel in our gut, or is this a knee-jerk reaction, which will only change during the next election cycle. And then there's always those who say, on both sides, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it". 


     And these polarizing swings just prove to me how divided we are as a people and a Country. Basically, we really don't like each other. We can't even have civilized conversations, or debates, with each other about our similarities and differences. We live our lives putting ourselves, and like minded, and looking people first, and before others. Yes, we fake it, and maybe even at times do something noble, or heroic, for someone different than us, but really we don't care. We want ours, and want what we want when we want it. 

      While people may blame President Trump, or the Republicans, for everything that is wrong with the United States at the moment, we really show that we are all short and small minded. Were things better with President Biden or Obama in office? Or with President Bush? Remember, we have short, well long  term memory loss, when it comes to remembering how things were. These guys used to be criticized and gutted everyday during their terms in office, but looking back, everything was just peachy. Will this "Rout", as The New York Times puts it, and a Presidential election in 2028, which will probably go to the Democrat's, going to change us as individuals and as a Country? I think not. I will just be a pendulum swing from one extreme to the other. Remember,  "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it". 

     Of all the stupidness, and pretty witty stuff, that will be out there I have to tip my hat to Charlotte, North Carolina realtor Nakia Womack. She wins for the best and first out of the gate.


     Remember when all those famous people who claimed they were leaving the United States if Donald Trump won the Presidency? Well, above is her take after yesterday's election. Well played Nakia. And, to be honest, although not a fan of Rosie O'Donnell, she did put her promise into action, she actually moved to Ireland after the election. Give props to where they are due. She put her money where her mouth was. But she will no doubt be back.

     For me, who's not a fan of politics, the real threat is germinating right in front of our eyes, and we're too stupid to see it. It's not the social issues, not the gas prices, not the over development, not the wars and meddling in things around the world, it's what we are creating that is going to hurt us the most. Well, the truth is, there's no more creating it, we did it, and now it running on it's own and will destroy us worse then any power a political party could hold.

     And what is that? The threat from China or Russia? No, that's old news, and childs play. Could someone hit the button and end it all abruptly? Of course, that threat has been around since World War II. The threat is our need to be satiated immediately, to have and know everything, to level the playing fields of who knows what and when, that we're all equal and have the same things, and the need to create an image and lives that don't exist. Technology in the end will kill us all. It already has. Look at what we've created with the generations that came after us. And you can't fight it, it's here and it's already past us. "If you can't beat em', join em'. "

(Surely, AI generated)

     I do believe technology, specifically AI and ChatGpt type things, will be, or are the demise of humanity. As you wake up and grab a coffee and turn on the TV, or iPhone, or your tablet, to watch post-election coverage, the "computers" are already hard at work. And their work is to know everything about everything, including about you, and know more than you know about yourself, and can control. I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but everything we do, and think, and every move we make, is getting broken down into an algorithm, and bits, which will be used against us in the end. And those nerds, or even this generation of workers who are feeding the beast everyday, won't be able to put the breaks on it when it spins out of control. You think the Great Depression was bad, just wait, it's coming. We're one malfunction from a data center away from chaos, and destruction. 

     But in the meantime we'll relish in the victories of a political election. Too dumb to see the big picture. Too selfish to fall victim to the false promises that people in power spew to us to get what they want, and what we want, when we want it, which is always now. They say America is hurting now, but boy do I see a lot of new homes, grey boxes if you will, being built, cars being purchased, and restaurants full every night. We scan our phones for $6 coffees and pay people to shop and bring us our food, even from fast food places, which were once a refuge of nourishment for those struggling a juggling. We spend a billion dollars a month on Only Fans and streaming services, sports and concerts, and forget about on-line gaming, but yet, we complain about high gas prices and the cost of groceries, which no doubt, is legit.

     The kids are still going to private schools, where they can go exist with like minded, and looking peers. Most aren't there for the religious education, let's be honest, is religion, or faith, even a thing anymore? Most people who believe are in for the benefits, always asking a higher power for some help, or a miracle, when things are going sideways. And then there's the big kids, our kids, who are feeding the "beast", that is technology. They're being paid big money to manipulate data and move money around, in services, or in technological advances. In the end most of them are "training" the things that will take their jobs one day. And the companies they work for? Here today, gone or changed tomorrow. They jump on board, get paid big, and then leave to make more money, before said company goes belly up, or reinvents itself. They have lots of money on hand, but shitty insurance, and no pensions. It allows them to afford $3,000 a month rents or mortgages now, but won't help them when they want to retire or need long-term care. And I've said it, those gray boxes of today will be the public housing projects from the past.


     And while there's some "kids", those Millenials, or Gen Y's, that get it, most do not. They didn't get that it's basically 18 and out and then it's on you. How did that happen back in the day? People took jobs that paid them well, and most of them, back in America, was physical labor, like a trade, or a civil service position, cop or firemen, or say healthcare, like nursing. No, now they take jobs were they work from the neck up, and I can't even with this, work from home. Most stay in the nest well into their twenties and when they do venture out they hook up with a like minded person. Work all the time, living separate lives under the same roof, only coming together for a latte on the corner, a fancy dinner, a walk in the park, or conjugal visits. Throw in a destination wedding or an exotic vacation once a year and they think they're living the dream, and then the kids come, after the $100,000 wedding. 

     Both of them work, of course, to afford a lifestyle they can't afford, which always includes a vehicle leased rather than owned. And that means the grandparents, who should be entering the times of their lives, are relegated to raising another set of kids. And it works for them, as being an empty nester, and not thrilled with their spouse anymore, gives them new life, and a new meaning. In the end they feel wanted and needed again. For the kids there's no more cheap first apartment above a set of retail stores. No first clunkers. No stay at home parent, either guy or girl, when the kids come. And you know how I feel about that, women are the best Mom's, stay at home Mom's that is. Hey, I'm old school, sorry. Remember when you were a kid and your Mom was there everyday and you couldn't wait for Dad to get home? Or pick you up on those divorce decree visitations? Yes, my single Mom worked but she was somehow always around.

     The politicians that are in office now, and the one's that are coming, aren't the problem. We are. We've allowed ourselves to stray from the things that matter and just rollover and get caught up in the fray, always trying to keep up, get more, and live above our needs, and means. Just an example before I finish this 3 am rant. I had a solid during student who was taught all the good old school things about nursing. She went on to take a bedside position. Hard work, good foundation, and great pay. But soon she was tempted by easier, and "better" work. So now she injects botox into people's lips and foreheads. How long will that be fulfilling, and is she following her dreams and passions?

I wish I could shut it all down and it could all go away. But truth be told, I'm here, writing this for some unknown reason. Just another person who's part of the problem. Feeding the "beast" with content and images that in the end produce nothing meaningful. But he truth is I wouldn't know how to exist without it all, even this dumb blog, as I've been lured away from what life used to be, in the good old days.

     And now I can put the pick up truck saga behind me. I have to say I have two feelings on this, glad it's over, and sick to my stomach that it's over. It's been going on for two months and it's been a bigger deal in my life then it should have been. I've dragged Theresa in on it, and even the people from the used car lot, who in the end, were glad yesterday was the last day they'd ever see me.


     This is a big purchase for me. Over the course of the last few months it's come down to, "Do I really need this?", to "Is this a good truck?", to, "Will this thing even last?". Well, there's no guarantees, except for the new transmission, that a 16-year old truck with 209,000 miles will last, but I think it's a good truck, and yes I need it, for no other reason, as I told Theresa and my elderly neighbor last night, would be to save the neighbors during a hurricane and flooding event, "Hey, no one on this block has a four wheel drive vehicle". To which they both shook their heads. 


     Then I have to question myself if I'm just fighting this whole life changing downsizing thing. Am I continuing the chaos I created and existed in back in New Jersey? Probably so. But she does look good in the driveway! And then there's the question about what to do with the Suburban. Both can't stay in Sun City, and making the pick up a daily driver with 209,000 miles, not a good move. So one of them will be parked at The Fly Barn.

     I have to tip my hat, and thank, and apologize, to Theresa for bringing more of the same down here to South Carolina. And for having to park her car in the street in front of the house, even just for a bit. While she does admit she likes the look of the pick up in the driveway better then the Suburban, she did hit me with a valid question last night, "Do you need anything else?"


     Well, I do, I need to get back to work work, need to go through the stuff in the garage and organize it, finish up the work at The Fly Barn, and need to brace myself for the upcoming change in American politics, all before the world as we know it ends after AI runs wild and implodes.  

Tuesday, November 3, 2026

11.03.26 A job, but no fish landed....

   When Theresa and I were here back in January I stopped in at Technical College of the Lowcountry, or TCL for short, to see about any job openings teaching nursing at the community college level. 


     They have a campus which sits next to Sun City which would make for a quick commute. Bak then I met the Dean who said she had full and adjunct positions and wondered when I could start. I had explained that we were at least a year from relocating and I would circle back when the day came, well yesterday was the day. 


     My interview brought me to the main campus which sits next to Beaufort Memorial Hospital. When I pulled in the first thing I thought was that I always have to have my fishing gear with me because both campuses sit on the bank of the Beaufort River. I'd hate to have a break and see fish in front of me and not have my stuff to at least make a few casts. 


     The faculty was great and they need some help there and I think it would be a good fit. They're looking for me to take over the Psychiatric Mental Health Nursing instructor role as well as teaching their advanced Med/Surg class. I'd also be a clinical instructor and it appears they have a pretty good relationship with Beaufort Memorial Hospital, which is right next door. 

     And then we talked about money. Salaries down here aren't what they are back home, I'd say they run about 2/3rds of what I was used to. With an adjunct position you're capped out at 29 hours per week, which would be fine by me. They asked about full-time, but I couldn't commit. With trips, Cape May, and traveling around, it would be hard to locked down with a full time position and have the freedom we looked for by relocating down here. I told them about our planned trip to Ireland next April, thinking it might be a deal breaker, but they said they'd work around it. 

     I still have an invitation at the University of South Carolina Beaufort for the same type of position, but I have to say my comfort zone has been with associates and diploma degree nursing programs. And I could tell the TCL needs the help, and quick, so I could jump right in. It's nice to feel wanted and needed.


     As I took started the 21-mile trip back home I thought I might as well stop and give things a look. The weather was less then perfect with a stiff NE wind on an incoming tide. But with fishing new waters you have to go even at the less than ideal times to learn things. I had brought a change of clothes, or so I thought, so I had to wear my scrubs with my wading shoes. 


     After a decent walk, with my bum Achilles tendon, I finally got to the water's edge and found things exactly as I thought. A tad off color, waves and wind coming into my face, and no signs of life in front of me. 


     I did the walk along the edges where the water pushed into the grass. These conditions would have better for soaking shrimp than looking for anything rooting around that might take a fly. And as usual there were no birds, no bait skipping, and no one else fishing. For as fishy as this place is I never see anyone else out, which tells me I'm the wrong spots, or this truly is a boat fishery.



     One thing I did see, and didn't see, were the crabs. I saw more dead blue crabs and hardly any fiddler crabs which I wonder is due to the dropping water temps. Currently the water is around 65 degrees which is far from the mid 50's where they then head to deeper water or hibernate. The fiddler crabs also slow down when the water hits around 60 and will hibernate in the colder months. From my time down here walking around it seems when the water temps are in the 70's is when I find the most life, from things crawling around and swimming. Even when the waters are in the 80's, or even 90's, it seems there's more signs of life around. 

    They say that September through November is peak season for redfish down around the Lowcountry. It's big bull red time. Okay. I just don't know where that is happening. I see the local 


fly shop, Southern Drawl Outfitters, is holding a fly fishing tournament on December 4th and 5th, and I'm sure they wouldn't hold it then if the fishing wasn't any good. I guess I could ask around for some help, but to be honest, I'd rather do my thing, and find my own fish, even it takes a year to bring one to hand. I think torturing myself on foot will serve me well before I get the skiff out and about. 

Monday, November 2, 2026

11.02.26 Got out before the weather hits and gave the court a shot...

 

     Ah, two lovers going for a walk in the park. Actually, I conned Theresa into taking a drive and walk with me to my favorite no fish fishing spot. It was a nice day. Up early with the "Spring ahead, fall behind" time change, a little exercise I'll talk about in a second, and a check for the redfish before a day plopped in front of the TV for the NFL games. 


     We got to the mud just in time for me to walk around before the water pushed in on the flood tide. I knew the outing wouldn't last long because once the water came it would be pushed around by the steady NE wind which would make seeing any fish rooting around in the grasses difficult. 


     I stayed put on the flat while Theresa took a walk around the refuge. As I stood there I watched and listened for signs of life. One thing I've noticed is that during the warmer months there is more activity in the water as there's more baitfish and predator fish swimming amongst the grasses. I'm thinking these backwater flats are like a nursery that brings in hungry fish lurking around. You can see the water filling in off I the distance and then hear the sounds as the bait fish get ambushed by the bigger fish. 


     The other thing that I've noticed and is a good indicator of where the water is is the movements of the White Ibis that search for small fish and crustaceans in the mud and shallow water. As the water pushes in they move as well. If you look above you can see them to the left, as the water fills in from right to left. That clearing above is one of my first stops as it gets deeper there first and where I get my first shot at seeing rooting or tailing fish. But there was nothing to see yesterday.


    I started my day in the gym. It was my first morning joining the guys on the court for the men's basketball league. It's been 20 years since I've played and I made sure I got there early to do some lame stretches, climb 10 stories on the Stairmaster, and shoot around before the competition came.


     I made sure my plastic Adidas sneakers were all laced up tight so I wouldn't twist my ankles. Being built like a horse, like all body and no legs, it's easy to land the wrong way and get hurt. We had six guys show up which allowed for some three on three games. 3 on 3 is tough as there's no where to rotate to take a play off, like if you're running 4 on 4's. We played three games to 11, by ones and twos, and like other pick up games there were varying degrees of ability on the court. Even though it's been a while for me I played like it was a championship game, and paid for it. 

     Theresa was supposed to meet me at the game but did't make it so I took a quick selfie afterwards just to show her I was still alive when it was all over. The being winded part didn't 


bother me, nor did my heart rate in the 160's, it was my right achilles tendon that was killing me. After not testing it for 20 years I guess loosening it up properly would take more than the 30 seconds I took to stretch it out. 

     Before I sent Theresa the photo I looked up at the clock. It was 1050 am. I thought to myself and commented to the guys, "Not bad after 20 years, two hours....", to which one guy replied, "The clocks went back last night, we played for less then an hour". Oh well, I played hard and paid for it. Hopefully I'll be ready for next Sunday. 

     Even though I limped to the water when we went for our walk it was a good thing because spending a half and hour in the cool water did my foot good. I backed it up with some Motrin when I got home and then hit the recliner for Elevation part of the P.R.I.C.E. approach to sprains and strains. Protection. Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation. 


     Between the NFL games my personal nurse went to work on my ankle which in the end loosened things up a bit. When I got up I noticed it's tender and I'm walking like an old man recovering from a fall. That'll serve me well today as I'm headed to one of the local college's for a walk through and meet and greet with the nursing Dean and faculty. 

     Exercise is great, and there's no better place to do it then our brand new $60 million dollar amenities center here at Sun City. It's one of four in the complex. There may be an older crowd here but they are an active bunch. Besides what goes on in those buildings there's the pickle ball, tennis, and golf crowds which are always out and about as you drive around. 


     Inside are the gym, track, basketball courts, locker room, and indoor pool and hot tubs. It opens to the outside for the outdoor pool and hot tubs, restaurant, and stage. One thing about this 55 and over community if you're bored it's on you as there's alway something going on somewhere. 

       I probably should have worked my way up before playing basketball like my life depended on my performance. But it was good and I'm glad I went. My next goal, and it really is a goal, is to find away to touch my toes again. I've never felt so tight and weak in my life, especially from the waist down. Getting old sucks, and I can see that you have to intercept again before it's effect becomes permanent. They say when you move to a 55 and over you're not just buying a home, but a lifestyle, which should be an active one. It's time for me to get active.