05.11.26 A picture that's worth 1,000 words....

     I'll give you 100 guesses as to what's going on in the above picture. If you guessed that my Mom likes to dumpster dive then you got it wrong. If you guessed that my mom doesn't trust what her son threw out into the dumpster then you were correct. That's Mom just double checking what stuff of hers I loaded up into the dumpster. It was a long, long weekend, but one that needed to happen. 

     This weekend was the final estate sale. What was planned as a three day event wound up turning into three. While I was ready to shut it down on Saturday afternoon, out of respect for Mother's Day, my Mom suggested we just "keep it open" on Sunday to see what happens. Well, if you open the doors they will come, and they did. 

     Having an estate sale is a daunting task. First you have to get your house ready for it, and then you have to figure out what's going. That entails emptying out the basement and attic and staging things to be sold. We started out outside but then dodged the rain so then just about everything had to dragged inside. Green painters tape was used to tape off rooms we didn't want to have people searching though, but that didn't stop anyone. At one point I was mowing the grass, more on that later, and my Mom came out screaming, "Someone's giving Theresa a hard time". This was classic. I should have got a picture.

     So a guy, nice guy in the end. Is looking for jewelry. Theresa is nuts when it comes to hiding her jewelry. So she keeps it all tucked under her stuff in her underwear drawer. So during her patrol between the first and second floor she finds this guy in her dresser with her underwear tossed on top and her jewelry laid out. He had a scale and a loop and was doing what estate sale-jewelry guys do, they hunt for treasures. By the time I got up there she had him empty his pockets on the bed to make sure he hadn't lifted anything. The guy was petrified and explained over and over that's what people do during estate sales, basically dig for dressers, and yes, even into the drawers of your drawers. In the end they were besties and he dropped a lot of money on jewelry she didn't want anymore. It was funny, but it took a while to settle everyone down. 

      Over the course of three days we unloaded everything we could. From "We're not budging" to "Just take them all". My truck sold. The bedroom sets gone. Pictures gone. Tools gone. Kitchen table outta here. We sold things we think we never would, but in the end felt good that the load was lessened. Theresa even let her "Pinocchio Plant" go. 

     I always hated that plant. Sold. Now what to do with what's left. The Vietnam Veteran's will be coming today to take what's not going to the local church thrift store or doesn't wind up in the dumpster, under my Mom's watchful eye. 

     Mom drove up from Florida for her 80th birthday and Mother's Day and wound up breaking her hump instead. At now 80 she was a beast, and her idea of running through Sunday proved to be golden. we made thousands, with the truck sale being the big ticket item. The only bummer of the weekend was either Theresa or I misplaced, or some lifted, $2,100 from the till. I hope it shows up, or the person who took it was in desperate need. I don't have time to ponder over it. Move on, and move ahead. 

     But the highlight of the weekend was having, what I think, were the next owners of the house over for two visits. A nice young couple who were have been in the hunt for an old house, in this price range, in this location. They have been battling the multiple listing, overbidding, and cash offer competition that exists out there today. I basically told them, here she is, here's the good, the bad, and the ugly, here's the price with no games. If they want it it's theirs. Otherwise it goes to MLS and a realtor and the bidding wars and games would begin. We'll see where that goes. But I now feel the work we have ahead is getting ready to move out, not to get it ready for the market.  

     And why not have some fly fishing content on this, once was, a fly fishing blog. After we shut down Friday I snuck down to the river. It was just about mid-incoming tide and there wasn't much water around. I made a ton of casts and wasn't feeling it. Low water. No bait. And no cormorants fishing for herring. I made my way to some rocks that would look like a good place for a fish to lie in wait, if the bait and water was up.

     So I made a cast between and just above the rocks and let whatever current there was carry my herring fly down. As soon as it passed the rocks a huge swirl and then chase went down. There was a good fish there, in water no more than two feet deep. I rested that spot for about five minutes before repeating and the next ambush was with more intent on eating, but I never had a chance to set the hook. So for the spring 20206 season that is my fish that got away story. Still none to hand but a good and much needed two-hour session to pause for a bit. 

     There's no time to rest now. Mom's heading back to Florida tomorrow. Theresa has a full week's work and I have to get ready for next Monday when the mental health semester that I'm teaching begins. It'll be lecture, labs, and clinical for four weeks, with afternoons and evenings spent finishing up those things I told the kids I'd do before we sell. I think we're getting close to getting close. 

     Of course the hunt for a house down there will continue. I must have hit on the Zillow site 1,000 times since January, now it seems like we should really be zeroing in on a potential home. But there's a ton of people from around the country looking at sun City as well, as I've joined a few social media groups on Facebook. They have their eyes and hearts set on doing them same thing we are. The only difference now, with the price that we think we can get for out house, is that we can bump up the price range search a bit which gives us a home that's a little bigger and more updated. It's all going down as anticipated, but there's still a ton more to do. 

 

05.09.26 Looks like it's "All Aboard" at the station....

      I wouldn't say the train has left the station, just yet, but the conductor has yelled "All aboard" to those waiting to board and head south. I can tell you moving is a daunting task. And really it's not the actual move but it's the preparation in doing so. As of late I've seen my parents go through it, and my siblings as well. My one sister moved down the street and my sister around the corner. My Mom picked up and headed to Florida, alone and with no one down in the Sunshine State. My Dad and step-Mother moved from a big house to a smaller one a town away. For us it'll be an 800 mile move down to South Carolina. While the steam from the engine, if I was talking about an old steam engine, is filling the air as the train awaits departure, I know there's more ahead to do to pull this off. But it's looking like all systems go, for now. 

     We ordered the last dumpster to fill with stuff that's not getting donated, sold, or making the trip south. The trains are gone. This weekend is the last estate sale. And I found yet another, "This is my last vehicle". While lugging a bunch of stuff outside yesterday before the arrival of the yard salers I asked my neighbor if I could load up her drive way with out three vehicles. Then I thought, "Why not keep the truck here and just trow a "For Sale" sign up on the windshield?. 

     The truck had been on FBM for about a day at that point and what might happen? Well, I had to take a break from the estate sale to head to DMV to register the Suburban I got a call from Theresa? "A guy here wants your truck", she said, "Tell him I'm on my way", I answered. And after about a 10-minute sales pitch the hands were shook and it was sold. I got $3,000 for it, a couple of hundred more than what  bought her for.

     I bought her in 2023 and she has had many "new" looks since I had her. First, there was the cap that I picked up down near Atlantic City for $75 bucks. Then there was getting rid of the rusted bed and the construction of the wooden bed that totally changed 

the look and function of the truck. I didn't do it alone and had the help of my father and brother who made it happen. In between there was a new transfer case, which I did solo, newer tires that Theresa and I drove to Maryland to pick up, things here and there in between daily trips to Newark for work, Cape May for fun, and of course to Martha's Vineyard. 

     It was during last year's trip that I brought up the "SS Archer" to fish Menemsha Pond. It was during that trip that I realized the "boat" belonged on the Vineyard, and my friend Abe made that happen. She also make many tows of the jet boat to the Delaware River and countless trips to the recycling center with leaves and brush and to pick up mulch. So needless to say she has served me well and will continue to do s, I hope, for the new owner who owns a small landscaping company. 

 
     So it was time to say good-bye and Theresa and I delivered her last night to her new owner. One more check on the long list of things to do. And like many other things I've done I couldn't do them alone. I have to give a shout out to my Mother, just a few days into her 80th year, who came up from Florida to celebrate her birthday and Mother's Day. She's been a beast since she 

got here. She had to clean out her portion of the attic and the rooms she lived in before heading to Florida just about four years ago. I asked what she wanted to do for Mother's Day and she said it in one word, "Sleep". She fell asleep on the job yesterday during a break in the action. 

     Sorry for the pic Mom but it really tells it all in one image. It is a testament to how hard you worked and have always been there for me in the 1,000 different things I've dragged you through in my life. It's fitting that tomorrow is Mother's Day and I'm lucky to have had you as a Mom and there with me during every step of my life. 

      So when I was at DMV yesterday they asked if I wanted to transfer my plates or just get new ones. well after years of having "AVANGLR" on the front and back of a probable half a dozen vehicles it was time to say good-bye to the personalized plates. 

Now I'm just another "X79- YAN" guy driving around New Jersey. Hopefully by year's end I have South Carolina plates on the Suburban and will be tooling around the Lowcountry. But, there's still a ton to do. There has been a ton of interest in the house and yesterday a girl made an all-cash offer which was lower than we are listing at. Today a young couple who have been sweating us to get in here will stop by so we'll see how that goes during a probably rainy day two and final sale at the house. Next week my last semester begins at Capital Health so I have to change outfits from my daily workwear backs to the scrubs and lab coat. I just hope I can wear scrubs at the Trenton Psychiatric Hospital because I don't even know where my clothes are these days. 

     And before breakfast on Mother's Day tomorrow I will take some time and hit the river, you know, to go fishing. I have low expectations but I need to get out there. I'm sure by now you're done with reading my daily diary of the big move. But, truth be told, life, and this blog, is more than just fly fishing. well, actually, this is all part of it. Things change with fishing year to year, as we've seen this year and I'll talk about this week. So my ebb and flow of fishing this year is a testament to how life gets in the way of things that are near and dear to our hearts. But my eyes are on the big picture, and the start of another new chapter in my life. Boy, does my book have a lot of chapters in it. 

05.07.26 Oops, I did it again.....but...

     So I guess I just can't help myself. I swore, and Theresa said she would never let me, buy yet another battle tank that's a bucket of bolts, and full of rust. While it may seem impulsive, sell trains yesterday buy a new truck today, that's what I did. But I think, yet again, it was a good buy.

     While I had my sights on a GMC Yukon Denali a Suburban was a close second. So in between sanding and painting I spent a lot of time in the wee hours searching FBM for just that. I also looked on line to see what a newer model of anything would run. Well, above is just one example. An eleven year old vehicle with 122,000 miles for just under $14,000. And truth be told those Chevy and GMC in years 2002-2004 are my favorite. And then I found her. 

    What got me was two things, one owner, and 120,000 miles. Could that be true? Yes it was. It was freshly listed so I jumped on Messenger and set up a meeting. With an asking price of $4,999 could it be a good one?

     So yesterday Theresa and I drove to the Battleground Country Club to check her out. Needless to say the original owners were great. This was the family truckster that was used for local use and an occasional trip. For the last bunch of years it stayed put to be used as a Bog-Out vehicle if the world was to go to shit. Well with Covid over, and I guess the world in a better place, and with the kids grown and gone it was time for them to sell it. And I was the perfect buyer. 

     Newer tires, zero rust underneath, and an impeccable interior. The only two things were an ABS light that comes on intermittently and a finish that looks like they drove through an acid rain storm. If you were looking for pretty only then this would not be your go to. But if you were looking for a tank of a truck that was all good on the inside, one mechanic serviced it for 20 years, but a little rough around the face them she would be a taker. And we took her. I emptied the 35 hundies from my pocket and Theresa figured out Zelle with the sellers for another G-note. 

     So I would be into her for $4,500 and then a much needed paint job. So I looked at Maaco figuring they could do a quickie for about a grand and get her looking good. When I told my parents about it my Dad said, "I know a guy", and this just may wind up being a Godsend. His "guy" wouldn't be doing a half-ass scrape and paint type of Maaco job. So I felt relieved and really excited what she will look like all gussied up. 

     So I put on the plates and called for insurance coverage and drove her home. I gave her a quick power washing and a detail and washed the windows. This is going to be a perfect ride. It can tow the boat, hold all my fishing gear, and even be big enough if I need to escape the smaller home we plan on moving to. I'm sure things will come up, like what's with the ABS light, and things now unseen. But I'm happy.  

     So for now I have two Chevys in the driveway. The truck sits on FBM and I've already got a ton of questions from mostly annoying "Hi, is this available?" people. I'm thinking this will go by the weekend, but I thought the same with the trains. She needs an oil change but that'll have to wait because I can't get sidetracked from getting the house ready. And those rims...put getting those redone on my Christmas wish list. I love when an older truck has good rims. DMV in the morning to register and then inspection in a week or so. Hopefully it'll pass. 

     And yesterday was my Mom's 80th birthday. Had a bunch of the fan damily out for dinner and it was good food, drink, and laughs. It's crazy how fast life goes, not that I remember when she was born, which was in 1946. But for me in 1968, and Theresa in 1966, and even my first born in 1996. There's no doubt when they say live each day like it's your last and you can't take it with you. Soon it'll all be over, and they'll be taking you out of your house feet first. 

05.06.26 They're all gone...

     Well they're all gone. After a month on Facebook Marketplace and dealing with a bunch of jokers and flippers I finally said yes and let them go. Started at $7,000, dropped them to $6,000, and today I got 35 $100 bills in my hand. While it seems like a big cut I did take back several pieces from the collection before I dropped the price and today before we loaded up. $4,000 would have been more palatable but they are gone.

     There was a lot of stuff to load up and the guy, who left Connecticut at 0430, brought his F-150, which surely wasn't big enough. So he had to run to U- Haul and rent a trailer. While he was gone, and after we agreed on $3,500, I started to pack things up. For a bit I felt like Pinto in the 1978 movie Animal House with an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. 

"Go ahead and steal some of your trains back....." to "Jesus is watching you". In the end I didn't take anything but when he got back I asked and he said sure, no problem. What was funny, and a shame, is this guy had no idea what he was buying. He didn't know the difference between pre-war and post war, and never had Standard Gauge trains in his hands. He packed the stuff up like he was at the checkout at Shop-Rite. They were trains, he wanted to buy them, and he did.

     After an hour or so he was locking the trailer up and backing out of the drive way. While I would have liked to see it go to someone in the know the stuff is gone. 30 + years of collecting all done.

     After he left I looked at the sun room where the trains were temporarily stored. They took up a lot of space and got in the way of progress getting the house ready to sell. The truth is most of the time they were either stored in a 1,000 degree attic, mixed temperature garage, or our flooded out basement. It was time to go. Now it's time to get to work.

     So then I turned my sights to the pick up. It's time for that to go as well. The first step was clean it out and wash her up before a quick photo session. I had to get rid of my stickers which included a Pop Fleyes I put on after Bobby's death.

     After a photo session at the park I put it up on FBM. It didn't take long for my Messenger to blow up with 100 asks, questions, and promises. I have it listed for $3,000, FIRM, so we'll see what happens. 

     And then there's what to do. I am not, I refuse, to buy another bucket of bolts or a vehicle that I have to work on or rebuild. But I also don't want any kind of payment..... So I found a sweet 2004 Suburban that I'm going to check out tomorrow. I know it needs a paint job and I'm looking into Maaco to see if that is a possibility. I can't be rolling into South Carolina with a ghetto ride. It's one owner, 121,000 miles, and they say it's just time to sell the family trickster. But, "Oh yeah, it might need brakes". So we'll see.

     This will surely tow the boat and fit all my fishing stuff inside. And the best part...Suburbans are great on gas, which is now $4.69 a gallon. Perfect.

05.05.26 The Delaware takes another...

      Robin Bets of Bangor, PA, was shad fishing this past weekend in the waters around Belvedere, NJ. It is reported that he was attempting to free his anchor and the boat dipped and started taking on water causing it to capsize. He was an avid angler and loved fishing for shad in the Delaware. His wife Kathy said, "He died doing what he liked, well what he loved, well before his time".

     If you've been on the Delaware River in a boat and have thrown an actor then you know this could happen to you. I've run drift boats on the Upper Delaware and a jet boat, and the Jones, mid-river in the tidal and non-tidal sections. Needless to say I have much respect for the river, mostly because I have messed up a few times which caused my anal sphincter to pucker. 

     Current, type of anchor, length of rope, flotations, and most importantly a knife hen things go sideways are things to have and consider. At the the end of the day, after you have pulled, motored up and over, and done just about everything to free yourself it pays to just cut your loses and let it go. A boat, even. drift boat, get be dipped down in the front which can swamp the boat, or, if you're in bigger current, cause the boat to swing wildly from side to side, and either throw you, or dip down on one of the sides. 

It's sad when you hear about things things on the river. Just a quick thought, that's two guys who've died this year, Betts, and Howard Bennet of the Camden Fire Department who died in February. Sadly, there will be more this year. Respect the river. Wear your floatation device. Have a plan and let someone know it. And have your safety stuff with you. You just never know when things will go sideways. 

05.02.26 Had to take a break...

 

     My recent pictures of the water in the river are like those sunrise or sunset images people post when they go fishing and don't catch. It's May 2nd and I haven't caught a striped bass, or any other fish, to kick off 2026. I've went about a dozen times, if that, and most have been an hour or less of a half-hearted effort. 

     Yesterday morning I hit a plumbing road block which really set me back at least a day. While trying to remove a muskrat-like hairball from deep in the bowels of the waste line I put a hole in the brass waste pipe that sits below the shower drain. So that means another hole in the ceiling and then trying to patch it as replacing it would call for a closet and hallway to be dismantled. So one my way to Home Depot for some JB Weld, which didn't work in the end I took the much needed mental health break and hit the river.

     It was mid-day, high bright sun and the mid-flood tide. The water was low, as it has been, running about 15,000 cfs, which was better than it has been. With gin-clear water it would have been easy to spot any herring swimming upstream but I saw none. And needless to say I didn't catch a fish. What I did enjoy was watching the turtles get chased off their sunning rock perches as the tidal water pushed in. They would move to the tippy top of the rocks, sometimes balancing with their feet in the air, only to give up when the water hit the bottom of their shells. The cormorants were out numbered by the gulls who split their time between the river and the land fill which is only a short flight away. 

     On the way back from Hilton Head when I was in the co-pilots seat I spent some time looking for my next ride. At this point, with the yard cleaned up and the mulch picked up from the recycling center, I don't need my Silverado war wagon anymore. As I searched I thought I found my next ride. It's was a 2003 GMC Yukon Denali with 176,000 miles. I said I wouldn't buy another old vehicle but those years, 2002-2004 are my sweet spots when it comes to Chevy's and GMC's. 

     So my plan was to get to Elizabeth for their 9 am opening yesterday morning. But at 5 am I checked their website and they sold it out from under me. I had been back and forth with the salesman and was good to go. I was either going to send the mortgage in a few days late, throw the pick-up on Marketplace, and hope that this mornings live video with some train collectors from Syracuse would add to the pot. But, you know what they say, you snooze you lose. It was a really nice ride and I thought she was mine. Another one that got away. It was in white too, which is my go to color, and will help repel that nuclear sun down in the Lowcountry. 

     Back to the grind today. We're getting close to listing it and we still haven't signed on the dotted line with the realtors yet. The thought of donating $45,000 in real estate commissions just kills me, especially in these times were the internet, and Zillow, are what people cruise around when looking for a house. Hopefully those "Coming Soon" signs I have out front will bring an early buyer, and this pretty weekend will bring a ton of people driving past heading to Lambertville and New Hope, and our own towns town-wide yard sale. Enjoy the nice weather today and go fishing.

05.01.26 Well that was a long two days....

     Not much to say other than it was a long two days. Flew down to Savannah in the morning on Wednesday. Spent the afternoon touring houses with our realtor and my mother. Spent the night at a Red Roof Inn that doubled as a crash pad for people making the trek from north to south or south to north, or, were construction workers who crashed their long term at a discounted rate, or others who might have just escaped prison.

     While we used the security cards issued when we checked in others used their own methods to have access. Needless to say the place was a tad sketchy but we slept hard and got up and split by 6 am. It was then a 13 hour drive back to Titusville over the 735 miles. 

     It was a good trip and good to see some of the houses we have been talking on over on Zillow. Some were disappointing while others possibilities. Interesting thing to note, after about a half a dozen home visits I started to have trouble breathing. Not sure if that was Lowcountry air, carpet, pets, or older homes that are covered in stucco that don't "breathe" right, no pun intended. 

     I got a kick out of this vehicle as it's the patrol car to enforce "Community Standards". That comes along with HOA's and rules and regulations. Wait until they get a load of me. 

     I was able to watch the fiddler crabs wave their claws in the sun as the flood tide approached. It was during dinner at The Foolish Frog in Saint Helena Island near Beaufort. It was a meal of fried green tomatoes and shrimp and grits. 

     Now back home it's game on mostly running around finishing up things or packing up the last bit for the storage units. Mom's up here and will go through her last bit of stuff as we get ready for one last estate sale next weekend. This is all exhausting, but hopefully worth it, as long as I can breathe down there. 

04.29.26 Off to Hilton Head...

 

    Taking a break from real estate readiness and doing a two day fly and drive back from Hilton Head. Mom’s driving back for her 80th and I wanted to join her for a bulk of the drive home. Im flying into Savannah which puts be less then 30 minutes from Sun City and Bluffton. While down here I’m going to scout out a few places with our realtor. While I hate to lose momentum on progress around the house my back im broken and the skin and nails on my fingers just about sanded away. And between the pollen and lead paint dust some fresh Southern air will do me good, along with some auto air conditioning on the 11 hr trek back to Titusville. Keeping our eyes on the prize…but surely the shits gonna hit the fan about something trying to get out of here. Just wait.

04.27.26 Well I went...

      I took a break to go and see what the rain did for the river. I got there at high tide just before the flip. The rain hadn't done much for the flows or turbidity but I see it did bump this morning up to 12,000 cfs.

     As spring goes on so does the growth at the river bank. That makes for plenty of flies caught in the branches. Luckily the low flows allow for some wading in the right spots. For me the skunk continues for 2026, but I know, well hope, that soon I'll bring one to hand. I've only went a few times and the most has been for about an hour. That's a far change from the marathon two-a-days I'm used to. 

     I haven't seen any bait but Delaware Joe did snag a herring on a plug the other day. So at least one is here. Sometimes when the bait is sparse it's better and the fish are eager to eat. But there's always a slow down when the fish are concentrating on spawning. They comes early, hit what's in front of them and annoying them, and then go do their thing. After that it's game on as they put the feed bags on and there's usually a lot of bait around to satiate them. Sometimes they linger, other times it's chew and screw, well leave, after they screw. 

     The madness continues and it looks like I might have a buyer for the trains. Two buds from Syracuse who collect and flip, so we'll see where that goes. They say it's freezing up there and there's snow in their forecast. High 90's a few weeks back and now high 30's at night. The rivers down to 55 now, after almost hitting near 70. Why can't we ever have "normal" weather anymore?

04.26.26 Entering phase two....

     I actually don't know what phase this is but it's the phase where you get a storage unit and start to get the bins out of the house and staged for the move. We told the guy, "We'll only need

 it for a couple of months....".  What I can say about getting stuff out of the house is that you can see all the things that need to be touched up. Yesterday between the raindrops and trips to the U-Haul center it was sanding, priming, and painting the staircase. Below is what it looked like before we bought the house in 2018. 

     What you can't see are the steps that lead down to the door. All curved which just leads to extra time getting the painters tape to conform with the bend. And the spindles? Forget it. I just can't. Too many other pressing things to do. 

     The front entrance is just about done. There's some dentil work that needs to be repaired and then painted but I think the 40 hours it took me to get it done was worth it. It's now time to concentrate on the inside and getting a storage unit helps thin stuff out and make room for the bull-in-the-China-closet that I become when it's go time. 

     While we were at the U-Haul super center we talked to the guy about renting a truck for the move. It's gonna cost us but there's no other option. I asked if I could tow the Jones Brothers down and he said it's not a problem. I already asked for a quote from Maximum Marine down in Upper Township for a quote for a new trailer. I'll sell the old one, and my truck, to pay for it. And man if those trains would sell I'd be really set. But selling things like collections isn't easy, and the buyers, can be well...

     If you don't answer in a timely fashion because you either work full time or have a life outside of Facebook Marketplace these are the types of responses you get. This guys a flipper and asked if it was available. I need to keep my eye on the prize, Sun City, and just exhale and be nice. We're getting close to be getting close.