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. 

Sunday, November 1, 2026

11.01.26 Cool to see this out in circulation...

     It was around noon on Monday, February 26, 2007, when my flip phone rang. It was Mel Evans, the New Jersey Supervisor o Photography for the Associated Press. He asked me if I'd like to go across the river for an assignment. Of course I said sure. Back then Marc Steiner and I had founded Agency New Jersey, a photo agency covering politics, sports, and breaking news across the Garden State. 


My love for photojournalism began back at The Red Bank Register in 1984 when I was a sophomore in high school. I walked in to the paper and met the Chief Photographer, Carl D. Forino, who would go on to be a great friend and mentor. Let's see, that's me, 42 years ago. But anyway. 

     Now traveling to New York to shoot is a pain in the ass. Traffic, gas, tolls, and worst of all parking can add up quick and cost a fortune. On assignments you get your expenses covered, but if your creating your own assignments, those get negotiated into the sales of the images, which for us, was mainly the New York Times, The Star Ledger, and the rest of the New York regional papers and magazines. 

     Mel's call came around 12, and when I asked when the assignment was he said, "Now". He went on to give me the particulars. I would be going to the Iridium Jazz Club at 51st and Broadway in Manhattan. I cringed when he told me where because it would be at the height of rush hour in Midtown. But the things with assignments, you never say no, because you'll go to the end of the list of photographers the editors would call when you decline. 

     He then went further. "You'll be going there to photograph Les Paul, you'll have an hour with him before his show". "Bring your lighting equipment and get some portraits and him during the show". There was no tight deadline as these images were for the tank, honestly, they wanted to get recent images of Les as he was getting older, and one day wouldn't be playing anymore.

     I was a nervous wreck driving there, arriving, and setting up. But he was great and was gracious and accommodating. This was in the days before iPhones and when quality digital cameras were readily available and affordable. These days there's 1,000 cameras out and a multitude of images taken of just about everything so finding recent photos are easily found with a quick Google search. Back in the day, photojournalism was great, everything was a paid assignment, not on spec like today. 

     I didn't think much about the images after I submitted them, but was more interested in getting my rate and expenses covered in my check coming from the AP. In 2009, two years later, Paul passed away and the images from that night we were used everywhere. 


     That's the funny thing about being a photographer and images, very rarely do you get royalties. I had been paid a few hundred dollars for my work that evening and that was it. So all those news outlets that had paid subscriptions with the Associated Press were able to use them at their will, and still do today.


     I remember The New York Times ran it pretty big in their newspaper, and even in their digital "paper", which was new back then, and helped kill the daily newspaper industry. They had to run a correction a few days later as they published the wrong location and date, but at least they got the credit line correct.


     The reason I write this is because recently I saw some of those images out there again. In August 2026, Paul's Mahwah home and studio were demolished and news outlets needed some images to complement their stories. 


     Those images, along with the tens of thousands, that I took during my time as a photographer are buried somewhere in the old bulky external hard drives we used to store images. I don't know if they deteriorate over time but they are there. Maybe someday I'll dig them out and spend some time looking through them. I know there's some good ones. 

    After I saw the story about Paul I went to Google to see what other images were out there in the Cloud or online. While I was just glad to get some decent images, and get paid, from the assignment, Google really jazzed, no pun intended, the images up, and their importance as a,


 "... definitive historical visual of the artist...". Who wouldda thought? I'm just glad I said yes to Mel almost twenty years ago. Those were good times. 

Saturday, October 31, 2026

10.31.26 Have a Happy Blitz-O-Ween...


      If you live on the Jersey Shore, and have a pulse, and fly fish, I hope you're not reading this until late Saturday afternoon. It's go time, and you should have went. While I am floundering down here in the mud of the Lowcountry you up north are just getting into the swing of the Fall Run. I know the boats have been into them good with some hitting the beach, but unless you go you'll never know, and it's time to know. 

     While the participation will be heavy right out of the low-tide-at-first-light gate the day and tides look great. As you know those bass can push in at any time and there's some dandy's swimming around out there. What would I do? First light at The Hook and work my way south, no matter what anyone is saying on social media. I would even consider a long walk in the dark to have that first light hit me in the face. 

     And it's October 31st. Boy do I remember Halloween, or Blitz-O-Ween 2014. You've seen the above picture here and in some of the popular fly fishing books. It was a day to remember. So much that I'd thought I would share my top three best striped bass fishing outings. Above was me, all alone, except for Bob Dooley who snapped the picture, at Pullman Avenue in Long Branch. You can read about that banner day, HERE. 

     And coming in second was the largest striped bass I ever landed on a fly rod. That happened one April night in 2022. I was out with a few Delaware River rats that night and was pretty much getting in everyone's way with the fly rod, like I always did when I fished with the spin rod guys. They were always kind and I tried my best to stay clear. I had positioned myself on a rock upriver from them when the below beast hit. Thanks to "JoJo" Passerella for the picture, without it it would be hard to remember. And there's no old post to send you to because back then I would have been banished from the river if I posted anything that would spot burn or bring attention to that fishery, so the story was never told. 


     And coming in third, mostly because they were boat fish, was an outing I had with Joe Pheifer on November 2nd, 2018, a day when all the boats stayed tied up at the docks or in guy's driveways. We took a shot, and it paid off. This was at a time when catching 40's and 50's was unheard of. Well we had a mackerel bite around Flynn's Knoll that I've never seen before, and never will. You can read about that day, HERE.


     I do remember bringing my fancy cameras and took great pictures of the bait and bass on the surface as well as us with some very big specimens Joe had landed. Luckily we took a few with the iPhone, like the one Joe snapped above. It was when I got home I realized I never put a memory card in the camera. I just needed one picture to always remember. 

     I have had some great days, on foot and on the JB Cape Fishermen. More fish days. Just good fun days. Good company days. And while I just like fishing for striped bass it's always nice to have a numbers day, or a big fish day, or even just a Nat Geo day happening in front of you day. And for me, it's always better when you're alone or just with your buds. I hate crowds, but got used to that fly fishing the Jersey Shore. 

     So if you went, I hope you found life in front of you. If you went and didn't catch it, it will be happening sooner then later. The bunker bite, peanuts or adults, it something to experience before the later sand eels filter in. 

Ok, enough about fishing....


     Sell yesterday we took a ride over to that used car lot to check in on the pick-up. When I first drove by early in the mornin, to my horror, it wasn't in the same spot as it was yesterday, but luckily it was just moved a few spots away. 


     Theresa and I talked with the owner and his son and daughter that own the business. Nice people. I trust them. I think it's a good deal. They did the work as promised while we were away which included a new radiator and some new gaskets for some oil leaks. We're having to do a kinda lay-away until next month which they were okay with. Now we just need the financing company to give us the green light. 


     They insisted we take it for a ride and to "take our time" so I headed to Zips Car Wash to give it a nice bath. It was already clean but I just wanted to, so I did. Before we dropped it back off I pulled over for a quick photo to which Theresa just shook her head and said, "You're such a goof", and she's kinda right.


     After I dropped Theresa off I took a ride to check out the flood tide, which had done exactly that. There was water everywhere and no signs of life to be found. With enough of a north wind to make seeing any surface activity difficult I broke out the binoculars, which didn't help at all. 



     Tonight there's some Halloween type gatherings throughout Sun City, but you had to pre-purchase tickets for them. We were away when they went on sale and aren't really in the know with where, when, and how, you do things around here. If things went my way today, and we had tickets, I wouldn't have dressed up in a costume. I would have went as a happy guy who just brought a new-to-him old pick up truck. And he would have been joined by his loving spouse who is always supportive, well more like an enabler, and could have dressed up as bobblehead doll, just shaking her head with her goofy husband at her side.  

Friday, October 30, 2026

10.30.26 Insanity, and remembering on the 29th...

    "Insanity- doing the same thing over and expecting a different result". Well it was the "Same Bat time, same Bat channel", if you know you know, yesterday in the mud. Saw one redfish, plopped a fly on him, and it blew out. So that's insanity in this post #1- going back to the same spot to many times and expecting a different result.


     I joked with my buddy Abe Pieciak that I think his hat, which I wear far too often, is giving off bad mo-jo, which of course is insanity #2. Abe, up on the Vineyard Abe, has been busy in The Shed and is now offering a new line of pieces which he has been carving up. 

     
     The boy has some sick skills and these, like the ones he's done before, are even better when you stand in front of them. So those are insane #3. So if know anyone who would want something for Christmas or to hang in their restaurant or office you can find him on Facebook, or drop me a line and I'll get you in touch. I recently showed my interior designer sister his work 


with the thinking that maybe one day she'll have a space where Abe's work would be the perfect fit. While I'm pimping friends and family out if you need a designer Jess is based in Monmouth County but does work across the country. 

     And while surfing the internet yesterday as I looked for jobs outside of nursing I came across some posts of things that occurred on October 29th. One of them was Hurricane Sandy, which hit the Jersey Shore on October 29th, 2012. At that time I was living in Ocean Township, and our home was 
1.83 miles from the beach, our street a continuation of 2nd Avenue in Asbury Park. 


     During that storm I was busy between keeping the family and home safe while covering my area for The New York Times. As I wrote this I went through back posts on this blog to see if I could grab some pics to put up, but they would just be low resolution screen grabs. I have a ton of images on external hard drives, but they are buried deep somewhere in the garage. But looking 


back, do you all remember the several inches of snow we got a few days after the storm hit? It really complicated things and was just another Mother Nature gut punch. 

     And on October 29th, 1994, my friend and colleague at Rescue 1 died in the line of duty. Mike "Elvis" Delane, 33, was killed, another firefighter critically injured, and a civilian perished at a fire 


at 58 Chester Avenue in the city's North Ward. I was at that fire working my part-time job as an EMT at UMDNJ EMS. His loss shook the city, the department, and our company as a whole. We lost a good friend and firefighter that day. I can't believe that was 32 years ago. Life seems to go slow while you're living it but is a blur when you go back and reflect on it all.

     There's so many things I would tell a 20 year-old me to do differently if I could. Imagine if you could have a re-do on some of the poorer choices and decisions you've made over your life. They say you can live your best life even as you get older, and closer to checking out. I don't really feel that. While looking back through rose colored glasses, or even with 20/20 vision, it's the early years that are the best. The firsts are what makes you. First; apartment, new car, career, marriage, child, and home.

     They say, for us northerners, that the south is Heaven's waiting room. At 58 is there really anything you could accomplish that would rival the early successes in life? Yes, you can still make a buck, downsize and even move, help your kids out, and even make your grandkids happy, but really what are you doing? 

     Well now we're back home and now have to re-learn routines and where we fit it. New friends, new schedules, new jobs. We haven't had the chance to sit back and reflect and figure out where we are heading, even though we are here now.


     It's been a whirlwind of a 10 months this 2026 year. I know people are travelers for work or fun but us, not so much. But we have been around via car, truck, boat, and plane. We did that while working and getting the house ready for sale and downsizing. We're not alone conquering that feat of relocating but I can say it has been quite the year.

     Now we, well I, hope to find my way, and not get into the trap of "Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". I'm done with insanity, although that, with some chaos mixed in, seems to be my comfort zone and where I like to exist. If people, like me, surround themselves with enough stuff, and chaos, and insanity, then they'll never get to see themselves alone in the mirror, which is like kryptonite for a lot of us. It's like sending alone with no clothes on.

     Imagine having all your shit, but a lot less if it, in order. Your finances set. Your house and cars all fixed up or new and reliable. Your daily routine just that, a daily routine. Your health in check. And your friends and family all good and drama free. Now, to me, that's either abnormal, heaven, or insanity.