Friday, June 12, 2026

06.12.16 Arriving on the Vineyard...

     

     Me and the girls were taking a morning break at TPH in their Michelin-rated cafeteria called, "The Trading Post". Let's just if you ever wanted the best grilled sandwich, like ever, The Trading Post is the place to go. I'm disappointed in myself for never having taken a picture of one, and there have been many in from of us over the past four weeks. Perfectly grilled, which means a nice crispy crust all the way around, lightly toasted in the middle with a touch of a taste of butter when you bite down, perfect amount of cheese, no flop, and the most important thing, consistency. Yesterday we ordered five of them and they came out looking like they came out of a cookie cutter. Kudos to the Chef there. If the kids remember one thing from Trenton Psychiatric Hospital it's the grilled cheese. 

     A few weeks back we were all jazzed up for when we would hit The Trading Post. I had taken orders from to call it in and when the lady answers the phone it was..."The cook's out today". So that meant a roadtrip over to Ben's in Morrisville. 

     While some who teach nursing students treat the game like it's us against them, I don't follow in that thinking. These aren't kids, they're adults. We can work hard and play hard, and have some fun along the way. Although, I might admit it would hard to explain to my boss how we all wound up in the ER after the Suburban rolled over on Route 29. 

     So yesterday the girls knew the plan, work through lunch and get out early so I could hit the road and make the ferry. Needless to say my mind was preoccupied with getting done and gone sooner than later. That's when one of the girls said, "And what about the World Cup traffic?". My heart sank. And then she added, I think it goes from Philly, to the Meadowlands, up to Massachusetts. "Okay ladies we're done here today", and that was it. Later.


     Getting over to the Vineyard has always been stressful. In all my years going there in June I've always taken a first light ferry over from Wood's Hole to Vineyard Haven. That meant hitting the road shortly after midnight and fighting falling asleep at the wheel. This year I switched up mostly due to the super tight schedule and availability at the Steamship Authority. with lots of miles to cover and a hard deadline of 845 I sweated the entire ride up. And I didn't just sweat the clock, there's no A/C in the Suburban, even though I refilled the freon before I left. And with fabric seats and 100 degree temps, let's just say I felt I was sitting in some old man's Depends. 

     In the end I never hit any of the World Cup traffic. Siri took me over the GWB to the something, to the other thing, onto the Merritt Parkway, until it met 95 below New Haven. And boy does traffic suck around the pizza capital of Connecticut. I wished I had time to stop at Pepe's Pizza but I had to keep the pedal down. It's funny when you use a live action driving app, at any moment the arrival time gets later. At first I was a 458 arrival, and then 6 o'clock, and finally around 730.


     When I realized I was going to make the ferry I allowed myself time to make a pit stop. That was in Fairhaven Mass., just outside of New Bedford. I stopped for some "I'm never eating McDonalds again" only to be happily surprised there was an Ocean State Job Lot in the same shopping center. Outside of the old Christmas Tree Shops this is my next go-to place. There used to one in Shrewsbury when I lived in red Bank and I was sad when it closed. I was ecstatic because I knew I needed one item I know I didn't bring.....shorts. With the feel-like temps around 100 I knew I needed something light inside of those waders. I picked up a few things to snack on for the week and soon I was rolling into Wood's Hole. 


     While Siri told me it was a 5-1/2 hour drive it's a haul getting from Mid-Jersey over to Aquinnah. I left Jersey at 115 AM and pulled into Abe's place in Chilmark at 1015. That's was a 


long day. Up at 430, at clinical at 630, and then bed at 1130 pm. Of course there was some catching up and a Guinness or two to enjoy before hitting the rack. 


     Before we called it a night Abe swallowed down a few of the meatballs Theresa had made for the trip. She went into full production mode on Wednesday, first the sauce, then the meatballs 


and sausage, and then packing it up with a full list of instructions on how to store it and what's for now and what's for later in the week. Before I left she told me she wasn't happy with the first batch so she got up at 330 am, while I slept, and made another. She handed me the carrying case with the "These came out really good" finished batch. But they were too fresh to put into the ARTIC cooler when I first left. They needed to settle, and cool, but gradually. So about mid-way up there I pulled off onto a rest stop and followed the orders. I opened the back door and, let's just say, slide and crash.


     This was a stash of all meatballs, probably two dozen of them. When I heard the crash I felt like I had just broken one of my Mom's Hummel's that felt victim to horseplay around the house when my brother and sister and I were kids. I actually panicked for a second and looked around to see if anyone say when had just happened. I thought about picking some meatballs from around the glass but I couldn't not help foreseeing the Two Joe's hemorrhaging from chards of glass down in their esophagus. So the whole shootin' match when in the garbage. I didn't have the heart to tell Theresa, and luckily she's not one of the daily readers here. So I won't tell if you don't. 

     And all that noise about light's out fishing here on the Vineyard...well that may be good on the social media posts but it's not happening like you may be hearing. There's no fish around, at least from the people who are here, and definitely no slot or smaller fish. But, like every year, it is what it is and you can only catch what's in front of you.


     While I had hoped of sleeping in and catching up on some rest my body is programmed for early rising. I was up at 515 AM and soon enjoying a cup of coffee while on the patio. In year's past I would have already been at, or close to leaving for Red Beach. The truth is I don't even know what or where my fly fishing stuff is in the back of the Suburban. So why rush? I could feel the humidity and dead air as I sat there. I can tell you this early prediction, I'm going to have a real hard time breathing down in the Lowcountry. I am going to have to somehow retrain my lungs on how to oxygenate in that thick and humid air down there. During these hot spells we've been having the work of breathing for me has increased. But we'll deal with that when it comes. 

     But one thing I know, and it's been since 2013, the Vineyard is a special place for me, and definitely my happy place. Theresa wished she were here, and I'm thinking that I might need to get the fishing out of my system the year, meaning fish hard, and then bring her next year. One things that's good about that, she can cook those meatballs and sauce up here, and I don't have to worry about losing a batch on the ride up. 

Thursday, June 11, 2026

06.11.26 Off to the Vineyard....

     And I'm off.... It'll be a quick last day of clinical today at The Trenton Psychiatric Hospital before I high tail it up 95 to Woods Hole where I'll catch the 845 pm ferry over to the Vineyard. I'm splitting at noon so that'll give me 8 hours to get there. With rush hour and the dreaded 95 slow-downs due to construction and accidents I may be cutting it close. Today was my last day at 


Capital Health and it was a good day. Some mental health, some trauma, a stop to the med/surg floor, and my last day of cafeteria grits, which I might add are quit good. 

     But getting over to the Vineyard these days is no easy task. I liken it to taking the family to Disney World where you have to plan every step of your vacation a year in advance. These days at the Steamship Authority there are no more standby's to get over with a vehicle, it's reservations only. So say good-bye to last minute trips or running ups there because your buds have a cot for you to crash on. If I miss this 845 I'm screwed, like maybe for the entire trip. 

     There's been good reports coming out of the Vineyard as of late. Some of my favorite and not so favorite places have reported that squid have invaded and are chewing on tiny baits, and the 


bass are having all the calamari they could want. Today I stopped by the storage unit to find my fly tying stuff and I just couldn't bring myself to start flipping lids, so I grabbed what I could and will go with that. Having Calceveachia, Cordiero, Buzzi, and Pieciak means I'm good as far as flies go. If I need to I'll swing by and see Stephen at Kismet Outfitters or Coop over at Coop's Bait & Tackle. No doubt he'll try and sell me more of those red floating sliders. I already have some, never used them, but maybe with squid around it's time to give them a swim. 

     Cordiero ties up his LuluSquid and I'm sure he'll have an extra to help a brother out. I did find my crab tying box so at least I'll be able to tie up some crustaceans for some sight fishing. 

     In other exciting news it looks like the Shrimper's Shack purchase just might be a go. There's only one thing that has everybody in our camp puzzled, why is it still available? It's in to good a 


location and and sits near brand new construction so why hasn't anyone gobbled it up just for the land alone? Is this Yankee just hitting the real estate jackpot and I'm gonna be sitting on an oil field? 


     There has to be something up, but that's why you have real estate agents, attorneys, and town planners to ensure everything is on the up and up. One thing that I needs addressing is the fence. They pulled a permit, built the fence, but the fence is in violation of location and height. But to be fair to the seller, it's all on the permit. The only other thing I could see is the town just condemning it and wanting the whole thing gone. Time will tell, but right now, we're under contract. And they went and changed the Sun City house listing on to "Accepting Backups"


so things are all headed in the right direction. Until they are not. It's kind of like building a house out of a deck of cards, at any time it all could collapse. But so far, so good. 

     Back to the Vineyard. Our rental begins Saturday afternoon so getting up there early means I'll be crashing at Abe's place. The bed will still be warm as Dee Muller just spent a few days visiting. It'll give me a chance to jump on Red Beach for two days before the boys come up. I think I'm all packed and ready to go. while the timing isn't perfect, Theresa will have the wheel as far as all the buying, selling, inspecting, and moving stuff is concerned. Friday's the septic inspection, and if you live in rural New Jersey, you know how important passing that inspection is. See you here tomorrow for Day 1 at the Vineyard. 


Wednesday, June 10, 2026

06.10.26 That's the last time for that...

     I spoke how I thrive on chaos. I love it and hate it. Yesterday was chaos squared. Started with Theresa having to drive me to work because the truck is sitting on jack stands. I couldn't figure out the computer at work for the kids to test so a peer had to help me. After class I had to bum a ride home from a student. (Hey, it's my last week I don't care).

     And since I'm heading to the Vineyard in TWO days I had to tighten up our Jurassic Park yard which included getting the hedgerow back into shape. Then it was mow the grass and blow out the yard and driveway, especially where the dumpster sat for three weeks.


     And after that was done it was time to tackle the Suburban since the parts got delivered yesterday. It went pretty good, installed that brake protector plate backwards, but in the end it went in as planned. It even survived a test drive. 


     And then before I collapsed I figured I pack for the trip, or at least try and find my stuff to pack. In the end all I could find was my new lightweight ladder. So I put it in the back. I'm a little concerned that the ladder will easily blow down and float away since it's lightweight. 


     In years past I brought a heavier one that stayed pretty much planted. Well it is what it is this year> I'm going light, with no fly tying stuff, I think. We'll see, I'm heading out tomorrow.

Tuesday, June 9, 2026

06.09.26 Are we moving from New Jersey, well, down to New Jersey?...

     For decades, well probably close to a century, we've seen population shifts just about everywhere you look. In the 1950's and 60's, and maybe earlier, we saw a movement from the big cities to the suburbs. While some may have called it "White Flight", others migrated away from tightly packed and industrial urban areas when the jobs in factories and retail dried up. I look at Newark as an example. Following the Newark riots of 1967 the city emptied out, if you will, and the towns in and around Essex County saw a boom in their populations. And for the people who didn't stay close they moved west and south below the Driscoll Bridge. 

     For many it was an opportunity to get away from the city, buy in a more rural area, and pick up a vacation home down the Jersey Shore. Those were the days when you could pick up a tiny, and affordable second home, that would be a place to escape to and create fond family memories. Those places would usually get passed down from generation to generation. Towns like Keansburg, Long Branch, Lavalette, LBI, Ocean City, and Cape May were places northerners, whose primary residence was from Middlesex County and north, could call their second home. For those that chose not to do the beach town thing, they moved or picked up places in western New Jersey or across the border into the Poconos. In the late 1990's we bought a place in Big Bass Lake in Gouldsboro, Pa. We lived and worked in Essex County and took the two-hour ride to escape and enjoy the outdoors. 


     Superstorm Sandy had a lot to do with the changing landscape of the Jersey Shore. Homes were lost or sold and the what was put in their place were bigger homes built on sticks. We went from one story, two story at best, houses to three or four story homes and condos. Gone are the days of nice views and the sound of the ocean which permeated the neighborhoods for blocks off the beaches and bays. And outdoor showers these days, forget it, unless you put a roof over it so some creeper can't look down on you while you bathe.

     After 9/11 New Jersey saw a huge influx of people from New York looking to escape. Monmouth County became "Staten Island South" and a ton of those family homes along the shore got sold. People saw a chance to cash out as those escape rooms down the shore weren't getting used like they were first intended to. Family dynamics changed over the years and going to shore isn't waiting for Dad to come home every Friday and getting into the family station wagon and heading south. Now, both parents worked, kids had their own planners filled with activities that didn't include weekends down the shore, and the costs vs usage ratio's didn't match up. It was time to cash in and out.

     And with the influx of migrators came big money, and people who wanted more than what was routine and expected. They wanted bigger and better and more, from houses to restaurants to access, it changed the way people used to live. So people cashed out and people moved in, and a lot of them. And the towns that exploded mostly did a poor job with planning and development, and we still see that today. We went from Maine Street to the malls and now from the malls back to Main Street. But Main Streets these days are a hot mess, and expensive, and that's just to park, if you can even find a space. And the overdevelopment that occurred and is occurring now is unsustainable. The infrastructure and services can't keep up with the development. It all has changed, and not for the better.

     Around me in Mercer County it's happening as well. New Hope, Pa, and Lambertville aren't the cute towns they used to be. They've been bought up by big groups and developers who have purchased, knocked down, and changed these "cute" little towns into mini cities. The vibe changed, the landscape changed, and the people changed. The same complaints I see out here I see in Asbury Park, LBI, and Cape May. "No more development". "Stay away". "We're closed". "Go back home". "It's not like it used to be".


     Asbury Park is a prime example of going bad, to better, to worse. When I was in high school in the 1980's AP was part of the loop we would do on the weekends. We'd head over the Rumson Bridge to Ocean Avenue and head south, usually with the windows down blaring Springsteen tunes. God even he has changed. But it was in Asbury where we could go and gawk at the drug dealers, prostitutes, and the mentally ill who were recently deinstitutionalized from Marlboro State Psychiatric Hospital.  Those were the good old Jersey Shore days. And the old clubs, I wasn't a club-goer but what a big part they were in the Jersey Shore scene in the 1908's. 

     And then just at it's rock bottom the gay population came in and was a driving force in the towns revitalization. They saw potential and put their money and hard work into changing the downward spiral that had landed AP where it was. And then big money saw what was happening and it was over. Asbury is now a hot mess if you ask me. I saw recently a quote, "Please, no more gray boxes!", referring to the new developments that are popping up everywhere you turn. And in order for them to pop-up, something has to be torn down. 

     Gone are the days of small single family homes on small lots. It's now condos and townhouses where the homes are built more vertically then horizontally on every square inch of a property. In my opinion, these gray boxes are no different then the public housing projects of 


decades past. They look all new and white and stainless steel on the inside, for now, but after 20 years of wear and tear, and weather, and a lack of maintenance they will be eyesores. Throw in a fire or two and they too will be torn down for the next type of boom building that hits the area. 

     And then there's the people. Too many causing too much traffic. That's at the WaWa counter, in vehicles on the road, in the parking lots, on the beaches, and at the local restaurants. It's high volume and high stress wherever you go, and it's hard to escape it. I see that in Cape May these days. If you want be alone you have to wake up real early or forgo the weekends at your favorite watering hole. Cape May County has been bought up and changed, and none of it for the better. Again, the towns, the infrastructure, the services, and the locals, can't handle, or stand it. 



    And that brings me to the next chapter in our lives. On the top is a recent article that was in The New York Times. It talked about Jasper County, where we've moving to, and the population explosion that is happening there now. It's labeled as "America's Fastest Growing County", and boy the locals aren't happy. 


     There have been northerners who have always moved or bought places down in the south. They either moved full-time or do the Sunbird thing, winter down south and summer back home. But after Covid, and with the societal changes we've seen people are migrating away from the northeast for "better" living in the south. But what's really happening is all those folks, like us, from NY, NJ, and Pa, are moving and changing what the south was offering. They are changing the fabric, culture, and vibe of what places in South Carolina were. When people move, they do it for change, but they don't change, they don't blend (Think of Ocean County these days). They want the same things they came from, and for the people in the tri-state area it's "What I want, how I want it, and now". They call it the "Slowcountry" down there for a reason, well that's about to change. 


    They're doing the same thing in South Carolina as we did in New Jersey. Clear cutting swaths of Lowcountry land to cram in as many people as you can. The towns, and the infrastructure, can't handle the volume and demands of us "domestic migrants", a term I found on the South Carolina Department of Employment and Workforce website. South Carolina always had Myrtle Beach, Charleston, and Hilton Head as major population hubs, well throw in Greenville as well. But with that all just about developed the push is now west. Everything is being bought up, and quick. We even see that in the bubble that is Sun City. We were interested in three houses, ones we lost to other buyers, before we found and put a contract on one we liked. Fingers crossed on that.

     And that brings me to the below little slice of who-I-am heaven in a town called Ridgeland. Once a town of farmers and shrimpers it's now, "About to explode". This corner lot sits on a street two blocks from Town Hall and four blocks from Main Street. It's a mix of lots and old shacks and tiny old houses. There's even a set up steps and a chimney standing that's connected to nothing, a sign that on one night the neighborhood was aglow from fire. But this plot hasn't harmed anyone and served its previous owners well. A place for storage. A place to tinker. A place to hang. 


     If I were to make a move on it I would use it as it has been, and as it's listed as far as zoning laws are concerned. But after talking to the Zoning Officer in Ridgeland this property isn't sitting unnoticed. While there was a time when "Nobody cared" about what you did with or how you used a property that has all changed. Like everywhere else in New Jersey, the town planners are behind the eight ball. They allowed things to continue, or progress forward, without the bigger picture or future in mind. So, things like the 274 feet of 6 foot fence, well that's in violation. Never was an issue, but it is now. 


    Why? Well this little hidden side street is seeing it's own boom of development, following in the footsteps of South Carolina, Jasper County, and the Town of Ridgeland. Basically the neighborhoods been all bought up and it's changing for the better. If you look above you can see what's coming across the street and has already been built on the corner. Just check out what my view would look like if I were to purchase this old shrimper's shack. 


     Talk about an investment? This is one of those "strike while the iron is hot" moments. These are what's going up in the neighborhood. Now a mixed use neighborhood is just that. Similar to new construction in Brooklyn with an existing auto body shop between a new three story building and a refurbished brownstone. The lot I'm looking at is Zoned "Rural/Commercial", while across the street is just "Residential". I'd buy it now, use it as intended, sell it when the Town flips the neighborhood to all residential zoning, sell it for a profit. Seems like a no brainer, and a corner lot at that, please. 


     So the idea of moving south and starting anew and blending into a new way of life, well, it doesn't sound like that's happening. Too hot, too humid, too many bugs, too many gators, food sucks, can't get a reservation, too much traffic, too many tourists (I wonder what they call Bennies down there), to many folks from New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania, beaches are loaded up, to much religion, politics that lean red but may go blue with the influx of "Liberal northerners", people not blending in (kinda like Lakewood), and living in a place where people's date of birth is closer to my parents then mine.

Sounds great, right? They say we either run away from or to something in life. The question with this big move is, are we just running away from New Jersey down into New Jersey? Maybe I should pick up a copy of Kate Dyer's book and read it before we move. 



Monday, June 8, 2026

06.08.26 Things were going so smoothly...

 

     After I broke my hump getting the old wheel hub off it was time to open the box from. A1 Auto and get to installing a new one. I couldn't wait to wrap this whole thing up in less than two hours. When I looked at it it looked different. What? So then I went back to the computer and saw what I did. I've always had four wheel drive trucks. But moving to the Lowcountry I thought I could get away with 2WD. well, the hub is different. I was disappointed in myself and now have to wait for the correct part to come. I vent had to pay for expedited shipping. Hopefully it comes before Wednesday so I can be ready for the Vineyard trip on Thursday. I leaving TPH early and heading right up to catch a 845 PM ferry.


     Ive done this before on the Silverado so it should be easy peasy, but there's always something that go sideways. I'll do the one side now and maybe the other when I get back. This trucks a keeper so I'll keep up on the maintenance and replacement of things before they really go bad. My ABS light has been on and off so hopefully a new sensor on the hub will be the fix. 


     If I don't get the Shrimpers Shack I don't know how my neighbors in Sun City will like it when I'm banging the wheel to get it to pop off. And then oil changes? Don't guys do them in 55 and over places? 


Sunday, June 7, 2026

06.07.26 "Houston, we have a contract...."

     And there you have it. The sellers excepted our offer and we have a signed contract. Now we enter the next phase of relocating to South Carolina. I'm nervous to the point where I can easily throw up in my own mouth at any time. Shit's getting real, and real quick. Every moment now needs to be accounted for with hard deadlines needed to be met. We're just pawns in the game of buying and selling and we're not controlling the game. 

     From the outside Sun City appears to be a non-brainer for us, and we believe this home will serve us well. While we have waxed and waned on various home locations around Sun City and this one seems to check all the boxes. Buying a home in Sun City is a daunting task. One, there's four distinct sections, each with its own positives and negatives, and each with its own price range. Newer and bigger obviously costs more money. While most are of the 2 BR/ 2 Bath floor plan, things like a dedicated den, Carolina room, and a lanai always make you think that more is better. But really do we need it out of the gate? They always say you're buying a lifestyle, not necessarily a new home, like we did when we first started out before kids were born. And more room and a bigger garage, well that just becomes more places to have acquire and display "stuff". 

     One thing that's a hoot when home shopping is the whole staging thing. In 55 and overs people make sure they clean out before the pictures are taken so it's just the bare minimum that is seen. There's nothing on the kitchen counters, the closets are emptied except for a few things on some hangers, there's no papers or computers, and things like collectables and family pictures are hardly ever found. They show like model homes rather then day to day domiciles. One of the thoughts we had was to buy small and keep it like it's a vacation home, with it maybe even be able to be rented out for the three-month minimum as per the Sun City rules.


      One of the things we liked about our next home, okay vomit in my mouth, is the setting and location. Woods behind us, although who knows what will become of that swath of land, and the open feeling we get with no homes across the street. And with no one across the street it's a great place to walk Luke without having to worry that he's always emptying his bladder or bowels on somebody's property. That'll be great as long as that body of water isn't alligator infested. I liken walking a dog on a leash near waters down there like crabbing with a drop-line off a bulkhead in New Jersey.

     And while we're the smallest house on the block, which sits on a cul-de-sac ended street, the footprint out back will allow us to install our own Florida/lanai type of room. What's good is the


roof line can easily be followed so any type of room will look like it belongs there. In some houses we've seen they look like they don't belong there, or are out of proportion to the main home. A room like that is a must, especially one that's climate controlled, so you can enjoy staying out of the weather and away from the bugs. But one thing I've noticed in most of these two-person occupied homes is the amount of chairs, recliners, and couches people stuff into them. A small table in the kitchen, or not, stools at the counter, a dining room table, places to sit or lay in the living room, the same for the Carolina room, and then in the lanai and patio. How many people are coming over or visiting? Like for real? And most people have the second bedroom made up like it's an Air BnB. To me it's a nice gesture, but how much use are you getting out of it and what's the usage to square footage ratio? 


     And having been down in Cape May the last two weekends we know this is a must keep moving forward. I took the above pic as we walked the beach early yesterday morning. It'll keep us with some footprints here in New Jersey and a place to escape the dead of summer conditions the Lowcountry brings.


     So we've decided to sell our cool Cape May place and possibly upgrade. A bigger place, a full Florida room, no more awning covered sunroom, less of a yard to have to maintain, and more sleeping spots for the visitors that really never come. 


     We found a place that could serve as "Archer North" as we split our time each year above and below the Mason-Dixon Line. One thing that's attractive is the amount of shade at this site compared to the 100% sunup to sundown sun that hit's our current place. It's on a quiet street and there's no houses across the street, which seems to be a thing we seem to like. 

     Of course both places need a little tweaking. Down south there's some carpet and painting to do, but that's not bad since the home was built in 2015. I think our last homes have been closer to being built in 1915 so it's a real upgrade for us. Up north the place needs to be aired out and lived in and a bedroom of carpet will need to be upgraded to the newer LVP floors they've


had installed throughout. And the kitchen could use an upgrade in appearance, so maybe painting the cabinets and a new countertop could make it a tad more with the times. This place would serve us better as a home away from home with more breathing room in the main space and in the Florida room. There's even an enclosed space for an office when we want or need to spend some time on the computer. 


     Of course, in my twisted head, everything outlined so far is just perfect. A perfect plan, well thought out and researched, and easy, while stressful. But this brain of mine has created more dumb ideas then most people I know have. I've been on the move, in my brain and in my person, since I started this adult journey at 18, in 1986. I see something or something pops into my head, I kill it with research and justification, and then make it happen, only for yet another chapter of said thing to end, or be sold. That goes from vehicles, to boats, to houses, and respectfully, relationships. But this time I've been doubling down on the Danny-Downer section of my brain called the pre-frontal cortex. I've even sat down with Theresa and said, "Is this another dumb plan or decision on my part?". So far we've been in agreement, which either means we're on point with each other, or both nuts. 

     And while the goal is to simplify, and start to live, there's a part of me that can't mentally get rid of being me. I believe the wiring in my head is off, which could probably be undiagnosed ADHD, or just signs of mental decline. They say we're made up by a combination of nature, genetics, and nature, experiences and traumas, that make us who we are. Well, reflecting back on my life there' been a lot of both, and one thing I look for to satiate my ever moving brain is chaos. And boy do I bring chaos, just ask Theresa. In recent years chaos has brought me to teaching and back into the hospital. And there's been plenty of chaos in recent stints on the floors and emergency department at Capital Health. But I've found my current time at Trenton Psychiatric Hospital to be most enlightening. I feel at home, on the sprawling grounds, with the staff, and with the committed patients, many who are criminally insane. Many of the charts reveal patients who are on Krol status, or NGBROI, or Not Guilty By Reason of Insanity. Boy, what does that say about me? 

     So the thought of waking each day with things in order without a ton of things to do is anxiety producing. I thrive on going fishing, mowing the lawn, replacing a wheel hub (today's mission), preparing for lecture, going to TPH, then to Cape May, selling and buying a house, listing stuff on Facebook, and writing this blog, all within a weeks time. And while that all doesn't happen each week, it kinda does, the number of things remains the same, it's just the activities that change. Oh yeah, let's take out the heat gun and burn and re-paint, or start another project that'll remain unfinished. 


     So that brings me to the above slice of heaven I found down south, and so far Theresa, God bless her, is onboard. It would satiate by brain and my being. A place to go and be me, while checking off some big Colin-type boxes. A place to store the boat, "We'll be saving money". To a place to store stuff and keep it away from the home in Sun City, so no need for a storage unit, "We'll be saving money". To a place where I can set up a fly tying room and display all those types of things you don't see in people's homes on Zillow. So, by buying small, and buying this, "Will keep the house will be neat, and we'll be saving money", as a den/ office and bigger garage would have cost us more, with those spaces looking out of place and congested. How would Theresa have liked to see clumps of Bucktail and flash on the floor under the fly tying table in the 10 x 10 foot "office" or third bedroom? Not all that good. And then it could be a good investment, "We'll make money as well", or she will after I croak.

     I also think it would keep me sane, and prevent me from being a "snook" like Ray Lotta said in the last scene of the movie Goodfella's. A place I can escape to, a place I can dress down and wallow in the dirt and grease. I could interact with "normal", well hopefully abnormal, people outside of the cookie-cutter bubble dwellers of a 55 and over community. And truth be told, I'm 58, the average age of people in those joints has gotta be somewhere in the 70's. Just to prove my point, check out the below episode of Sun City News. It's the weekly newscast for Sun City, brought to you by residents who man and woman the cameras and the mics. 


     Now I have no problem with people older then me, but I know I'll be like, "I gotta get the F outta here", and that place above looks like heaven on South Carolina earth. Now don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to tooling around with Theresa and Luke on the golf cart and waving to my neighbors. Most likely we'll be heading to the pool where I'll have no problem stripping down to my Speedo and joining the ladies in the pool, "Helllooooo bitches". My time maybe even spent in the gym, where I really need to get back to, or in the steam room with the fellas where we can talk about sagging skin and enlarged prostates. Or maybe I'll break out my old Air Jordan knock-offs and get involved in the pick-up basketball league there. You know, I used to have a game, so the idea of bringing 210 pounds of twisted steel down into the paint and boxing some old men out could be my next reality. But truth be told, I've seen those active old-bitties around Sun City, and they could run circles around me and my out of shape and shitty diet eating ass. 


     And that brings me back to the old "Shrimpers Shack" I have my head and heart on. Look at it. No doubt the guy who owned when the pic was taken was living his best life. Under the garage is a skiff, and around the property are just good toys and lot's of beautiful rusted, unused, and should-be-in-a-dumpster stuff. Since that pic was taken there's been a fence installed all around the property. I like that because things will be secure beyond the gate and Luke can run wild and free outside of his leashed-up life inside Sun City. But the property has been under contract twice, so there must some trouble down in Dodge. I'll be on the horn with the town on Monday to see what's up.

    Now, while beautiful to me, it may be less than gorgeous for others. Our realtor took a ride and visited it yesterday. The sellers dropped the price and I wanted to get the ball rolling. So, of course, she and Theresa were back and forth, and left me out of the discussion. And that interaction came with some pictures. 



     Oh my gosh just look at the inside of that Shrimpers Shack. A fly tying table, some shelves around holding all my prized knick-knacks, a computer to do my blog stuff, and a place to store my fly rods and gear, so it won't be in the garage at Sun City. Now yes, it needs work, but don't we all as we age?


     What do I see? Potential, and lots of it, and lots of fun. T1-11 siding that is easy to replace. It's a blessing that I haven't got rid of all of my tools from up here, which will be put to good use down there. I still have my Estwing hammer, my carpenters belt, and my new-to-me if you remember, Thorogood work boots, so I'm ready to work after a mornings walk and before jumping in the pool with the bitties. I'll feel alive, in the chaos, rolling around in the pig-pen that this place could be. 

     That'll of course will not be a pig-pen after some Bob Vila type work, a good cleaning, and a new air conditioner in the Man Cave that I'll retreat to when I can't breathe in that hot air and humidity of the Lowcountry. But it's safe to say my realtor, a woman, a lovely woman, stuck a knife in my back as she reported her findings in a group text that I didn't see in real time. So you can imagine how this went over, like a fart in a stalled elevator, .....


     So is this a good idea or me just continuing more of the same, which is bad idea after bad idea? But my question is, after having recently felt at home at the Trenton Psychiatric Hospital, wouldn't this be a great place to bury the bodies? I'm kidding of course, I just need a place to be me, and a place to bring the fellas to escape to or before I own the paint on the basketball court or share the hot tub with the ladies of Sun City. Lots of stuff going on, and big decisions to make. Right now it's 550 Am, time to start the wheel bearing replacement, the trip to the Vineyard is five short days away. Great timing.