Thursday, March 30, 2006

I'm Off Once Again!

Well, I'm off in the morning on Southwest Airlines for my trip to Ann Arbor Michigan for the Michigan Blogger Party. This is my second stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blogger Tour. You remember, my first stop was NY City to meet Aughra and Foxglove.

This will be a party to remember. Roxi bought a new bikini, SignGurl made 96 jello shots and I charged the battery for my camera to take pictures of the whole event. WOO HOO!

See y'all Monday night if I survive. Pray for us. ;-)

I'm Off Once Again!

Well, I'm off in the morning on Southwest Airlines for my trip to Ann Arbor Michigan for the Michigan Blogger Party. This is my second stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blogger Tour. You remember, my first stop was NY City to meet Aughra and Foxglove.

This will be a party to remember. Roxi bought a new bikini, SignGurl made 96 jello shots and I charged the battery for my camera to take pictures of the whole event. WOO HOO!

See y'all Monday night if I survive. Pray for us. ;-)

My HNT Puzzle

Today's Half-Nekkid picture is a *Guess What This Is* collage of something you have seen here many times before. Maybe too many times for some of you, but not enough for some of you too.

So look at the picture and try to figure out what it is. When you think you know, click on the picture and see what it looked like before I chopped it up in little bitty pieces.

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My HNT Puzzle

Today's Half-Nekkid picture is a *Guess What This Is* collage of something you have seen here many times before. Maybe too many times for some of you, but not enough for some of you too.

So look at the picture and try to figure out what it is. When you think you know, click on the picture and see what it looked like before I chopped it up in little bitty pieces.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Thank you Tish!

If it weren’t for Tish, I would have never of met Lori, so I want to thank Tish for inadvertently providing a way for Lori and I to meet. (Confused Tish?) Now for those of you that know Tish and I, this may seem strange to you. I’ve never actually met Tish in person because she lives in Tennessee and I live in New York. Lori surely doesn’t know Tish because Lori doesn’t even have a blog, only a MySpace web page. Since there is no connection what so ever between us three, you’re probably asking.” Then what in the world does Tish have anything to do with Lori and BTExpress meeting?” Please let me explain.

I saw a post on Tish’s blog sometime last year, August I think where she mentioned her MySpace web page. Someone was giving her a hard time and she was considering shutting down her MySpace web page. I wanted to find out what happened, so I went to her MySpace web page. The offending comment was deleted, so I never found out what was said. I did stick around for a while to read some of her other post and wanted to leave a comment and view her pictures, but couldn’t. MySpace only allows members of MySpace to view pictures and leave comments. So then I registered and set up a MySpace web page for myself so I would be able to access to those things.

In early November Lori was searching MySpace for people in her area and stumbled across my web page. She left a message saying hello. This was my first contact with Lori. During the months that followed, Lori and I exchanged messages from time to time and then a few weeks ago, I asked her to go out and she said yes. We have been seeing each other weekly since then.

So you see Tish, if you hadn’t made the post on your blog about your MySpace web page, then I wouldn’t have set up a MySpace web page and Lori would never have contacted me.


PS
For the curious, after seeing Lori twice, I decided I only wanted to date her and stopped seeing Arlene.

Thank you Tish!

If it weren’t for Tish, I would have never of met Lori, so I want to thank Tish for inadvertently providing a way for Lori and I to meet. (Confused Tish?) Now for those of you that know Tish and I, this may seem strange to you. I’ve never actually met Tish in person because she lives in Tennessee and I live in New York. Lori surely doesn’t know Tish because Lori doesn’t even have a blog, only a MySpace web page. Since there is no connection what so ever between us three, you’re probably asking.” Then what in the world does Tish have anything to do with Lori and BTExpress meeting?” Please let me explain.

I saw a post on Tish’s blog sometime last year, August I think where she mentioned her MySpace web page. Someone was giving her a hard time and she was considering shutting down her MySpace web page. I wanted to find out what happened, so I went to her MySpace web page. The offending comment was deleted, so I never found out what was said. I did stick around for a while to read some of her other post and wanted to leave a comment and view her pictures, but couldn’t. MySpace only allows members of MySpace to view pictures and leave comments. So then I registered and set up a MySpace web page for myself so I would be able to access to those things.

In early November Lori was searching MySpace for people in her area and stumbled across my web page. She left a message saying hello. This was my first contact with Lori. During the months that followed, Lori and I exchanged messages from time to time and then a few weeks ago, I asked her to go out and she said yes. We have been seeing each other weekly since then.

So you see Tish, if you hadn’t made the post on your blog about your MySpace web page, then I wouldn’t have set up a MySpace web page and Lori would never have contacted me.


PS
For the curious, after seeing Lori twice, I decided I only wanted to date her and stopped seeing Arlene.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Someone New

I'm dating someone new now, her name is Lori.



I started dating Lori a few weeks ago and thought it was time I introduce her to you, my closest friends. It’s a long story about how we met, so let me see if I can figure out a way to make a long story short and I’ll get back to you. In the mean time, I just wanted to let you meet her.

Someone New

I'm dating someone new now, her name is Lori.



I started dating Lori a few weeks ago and thought it was time I introduce her to you, my closest friends. It’s a long story about how we met, so let me see if I can figure out a way to make a long story short and I’ll get back to you. In the mean time, I just wanted to let you meet her.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Brian's New Toy

My son Brian recently decided he just had to have an All Terain Vehicle, you know, an ATV. I wasn't happy he had decided to get one because I've heard they can be dangerous, but he'll be 24 years old next month and I don't have much to say about things like this anymore. At least he asked me to go down to the store and give him my opinion on which model I think he should buy. We looked at several models and agreed on the 2006 Honda FourTrax Rincon. He got an excetionally good deal, because one of his best friend's uncle owns the shop he bought it at.

Here's a few pictures of what it looks like on the day he took delivery.




Brian's New Toy

My son Brian recently decided he just had to have an All Terain Vehicle, you know, an ATV. I wasn't happy he had decided to get one because I've heard they can be dangerous, but he'll be 24 years old next month and I don't have much to say about things like this anymore. At least he asked me to go down to the store and give him my opinion on which model I think he should buy. We looked at several models and agreed on the 2006 Honda FourTrax Rincon. He got an excetionally good deal, because one of his best friend's uncle owns the shop he bought it at.

Here's a few pictures of what it looks like on the day he took delivery.




Thursday, March 23, 2006

Foot Fetish HNT

Today's HNT post is for all the fans of my feet and those of you that have a foot fetish. I know there are people that have foot fetishes, but I'm really just assuming there are fans of my feet. It just seems that whenever I make a post with my feet in it, I get complaints that I am wearing socks. Now I have no idea why some of you want to see my naked feet, but whatever floats your boat.






You know what? Now that I see my feet like this, squint my eyes and think about my feet in a twisted, perverse way, I can see why you guys have wanted to see them naked all this time. They look pretty sexy if you ask me, don't you agree?


PS
I still prefer boobies by a long shot, so I'm not that weird!




For those of you that have no frigging clue why I am doing this, go check out OS's web site, and links to other HNT participants. Some of them might even be showing their boobies or feet. Speaking of boobies, click on this chick's boobies to find my partners in crime.

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Foot Fetish HNT

Today's HNT post is for all the fans of my feet and those of you that have a foot fetish. I know there are people that have foot fetishes, but I'm really just assuming there are fans of my feet. It just seems that whenever I make a post with my feet in it, I get complaints that I am wearing socks. Now I have no idea why some of you want to see my naked feet, but whatever floats your boat.






You know what? Now that I see my feet like this, squint my eyes and think about my feet in a twisted, perverse way, I can see why you guys have wanted to see them naked all this time. They look pretty sexy if you ask me, don't you agree?


PS
I still prefer boobies by a long shot, so I'm not that weird!




For those of you that have no frigging clue why I am doing this, go check out OS's web site, and links to other HNT participants. Some of them might even be showing their boobies or feet. Speaking of boobies, click on this chick's boobies to find my partners in crime.

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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter 21: My Second Operation

I was in ICU at the 249th General Hospital in Camp Drake, Japan for a few days before the surgery to close my wounds. They couldn’t close them for at least 10 days after I was wopunded because of the risk of infection. If you remember, I was wounded by a homemade claymore mine, so everything in it was dirty and could cause infection if my wounds weren’t tended to properly. The mine was described to me as something that looked like a large tuna fish on its side. It was packed first with some sort of explosive and then layered with anything they could find to cause damage when the pieces struck you like pieces of metal and glass. Then a layer of mud covered that and was packed very tightly and allowed to dry sealing the whole thing. A small hole was poked in one side just big enough for a blasting cap. The blasting cap was attached to a long wire and detonated using an old battery that we more than likely carelessly threw away. It was very likely that everything the mines were made from was from the garbage we threw away. That’s why we were never supposed to just toss our garbage away anywhere we felt like it. You never knew what the Vietcong could come up with to use it against you.

The mines were typically manufactured in underground manufacturing plants in the Cu Chi tunnel system near where I was stationed. This map gives an idea of the extent of the tunnel system at Cu Chi--the orange lines represent major tunnels.


At its peak the Cu Chi tunnel network covered some 250 kilometres - from the Cambodian border in the west to the outskirts of what was then Saigon and includes everything necessary to support an army, from hospitals, kitchens and mess halls, to headquarters facilities.

I remember the day I was prepped for surgery. It was pretty much like the prep for surgery back at Cu Chi. I was given a shot to relax me and moved into an operating room. This operating room was much more modern at the 249th and very much the ones in any large modern hospital you saw in the states at the time. In case you’re wondering, yes, I said the pretty much the same things I said to the doctor just before my first operation at Cu Chi. “Wait an minute! Make sure you don’t start cutting on me until I’m a sleep, okay?” “Don’t worry, we won’t, now start counting backwards from 100.”

I woke up after the surgery in recovery and eventually moved to the ward that I would spend the rest of my stay in this hospital. This ward was a lot more open than ICU. The photo below, is an old picture of one of the wards at the 249th I found on the Internet. There was a walkway just outside the windows in the background. I was in the row just behind the beds these guys are standing in front of, opposite the beds against the windows. My bed was just a few beds away from a door to outside that is out of the picture to the right.

Soon after I was settled in, in the ward, the surgeon came to see me and discuss what he did. The doctor told me the surgery went very well, but due to the extent and quantity of wounds I had, I was in surgery for, if I remember correctly, about four hours.

I remember asking him “How many stitches did it take to close them all?” He smiled and told me “I really don’t know exactly, maybe 500 or 600.

I was shocked at how many stitches it took and said, “That’s a lot of stitches, how many wounds do I have?”

Another smile and he said “I don’t know that either exactly. There were several doctors working on you at once, but I’d say about 30 to 40. A few of the wounds were quite large, like the ones on your back and the one on your left hip, but none of them are serious and you’ll make a full recovery.” he replied. “On the deeper wounds, we had to stitch them closed on both the inside and out. Also, some we couldn’t use regular stitches so we closed them with wire.

“Now what happens?” I asked.

He told me, “Your going to need a lot of physical therapy to help you make a full recovery, but don't get discouraged, you will make a full recovery. Someone from physical therapy will be coming to see you tomorrow or the next day and do an evaluation to see what therapy is needed.”

Now for my most important question, “When will I be going home?”

The doctor told me, “That really depends on if there are any complications like infection.” he said, “But if everything goes as we predict, very soon after the stitches are removed, which will be in about two weeks. Then we’ll make the final decision, but I’m sure it will be well before Christmas.”

The doctor was correct, I did make it home well before Christmas, but not without a few setbacks. I’ll tell you about them in another story.

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter 21: My Second Operation

I was in ICU at the 249th General Hospital in Camp Drake, Japan for a few days before the surgery to close my wounds. They couldn’t close them for at least 10 days after I was wopunded because of the risk of infection. If you remember, I was wounded by a homemade claymore mine, so everything in it was dirty and could cause infection if my wounds weren’t tended to properly. The mine was described to me as something that looked like a large tuna fish on its side. It was packed first with some sort of explosive and then layered with anything they could find to cause damage when the pieces struck you like pieces of metal and glass. Then a layer of mud covered that and was packed very tightly and allowed to dry sealing the whole thing. A small hole was poked in one side just big enough for a blasting cap. The blasting cap was attached to a long wire and detonated using an old battery that we more than likely carelessly threw away. It was very likely that everything the mines were made from was from the garbage we threw away. That’s why we were never supposed to just toss our garbage away anywhere we felt like it. You never knew what the Vietcong could come up with to use it against you.

The mines were typically manufactured in underground manufacturing plants in the Cu Chi tunnel system near where I was stationed. This map gives an idea of the extent of the tunnel system at Cu Chi--the orange lines represent major tunnels.


At its peak the Cu Chi tunnel network covered some 250 kilometres - from the Cambodian border in the west to the outskirts of what was then Saigon and includes everything necessary to support an army, from hospitals, kitchens and mess halls, to headquarters facilities.

I remember the day I was prepped for surgery. It was pretty much like the prep for surgery back at Cu Chi. I was given a shot to relax me and moved into an operating room. This operating room was much more modern at the 249th and very much the ones in any large modern hospital you saw in the states at the time. In case you’re wondering, yes, I said the pretty much the same things I said to the doctor just before my first operation at Cu Chi. “Wait an minute! Make sure you don’t start cutting on me until I’m a sleep, okay?” “Don’t worry, we won’t, now start counting backwards from 100.”

I woke up after the surgery in recovery and eventually moved to the ward that I would spend the rest of my stay in this hospital. This ward was a lot more open than ICU. The photo below, is an old picture of one of the wards at the 249th I found on the Internet. There was a walkway just outside the windows in the background. I was in the row just behind the beds these guys are standing in front of, opposite the beds against the windows. My bed was just a few beds away from a door to outside that is out of the picture to the right.

Soon after I was settled in, in the ward, the surgeon came to see me and discuss what he did. The doctor told me the surgery went very well, but due to the extent and quantity of wounds I had, I was in surgery for, if I remember correctly, about four hours.

I remember asking him “How many stitches did it take to close them all?” He smiled and told me “I really don’t know exactly, maybe 500 or 600.

I was shocked at how many stitches it took and said, “That’s a lot of stitches, how many wounds do I have?”

Another smile and he said “I don’t know that either exactly. There were several doctors working on you at once, but I’d say about 30 to 40. A few of the wounds were quite large, like the ones on your back and the one on your left hip, but none of them are serious and you’ll make a full recovery.” he replied. “On the deeper wounds, we had to stitch them closed on both the inside and out. Also, some we couldn’t use regular stitches so we closed them with wire.

“Now what happens?” I asked.

He told me, “Your going to need a lot of physical therapy to help you make a full recovery, but don't get discouraged, you will make a full recovery. Someone from physical therapy will be coming to see you tomorrow or the next day and do an evaluation to see what therapy is needed.”

Now for my most important question, “When will I be going home?”

The doctor told me, “That really depends on if there are any complications like infection.” he said, “But if everything goes as we predict, very soon after the stitches are removed, which will be in about two weeks. Then we’ll make the final decision, but I’m sure it will be well before Christmas.”

The doctor was correct, I did make it home well before Christmas, but not without a few setbacks. I’ll tell you about them in another story.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Blogger Sucks Monkey Dick!!!!!!!

My frigging blog had been down since early Friday and all Blogger could tell me is "we know and we'll fix it as soon as we can".

They were no help, but my good friend Lime was. She sent me a tip in an email that I tired, and it seemed to work just fine. I'll pass it on to you here in case you know of anyone else who's blog is still down.

Log in and try republishing your entire blog. I tried it a few times, but kept getting and error at 90%. So I republished my Index first and then when I republished my blog. It went all the way to 100% completion that time and now it seems fine.

You'd think Blogger might have been able to figure that out and pass along the tip.

THANK YOU LIME FOR THINKING OF ME!

Blogger Sucks Monkey Dick!!!!!!!

My frigging blog had been down since early Friday and all Blogger could tell me is "we know and we'll fix it as soon as we can".

They were no help, but my good friend Lime was. She sent me a tip in an email that I tired, and it seemed to work just fine. I'll pass it on to you here in case you know of anyone else who's blog is still down.

Log in and try republishing your entire blog. I tried it a few times, but kept getting and error at 90%. So I republished my Index first and then when I republished my blog. It went all the way to 100% completion that time and now it seems fine.

You'd think Blogger might have been able to figure that out and pass along the tip.

THANK YOU LIME FOR THINKING OF ME!

Friday, March 17, 2006

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

This is the real reason we drink Guinness stout and feast on corned beef, boiled potatoes and cabbage this fine day.

I'm buying the Guinness, who's bring the mustard?

The person who was to become St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was born in Wales about AD 385. His given name was Maewyn, and he almost didn't get the job of bishop of Ireland because he lacked the required scholarship. Far from being a saint, until he was 16, he considered himself a pagan. At that age, he was sold into slavery by a group of Irish marauders that raided his village. During his captivity, he became closer to God. He escaped from slavery after six years and went to Gaul where he studied in the monastery under St. Germain, bishop of Auxerre for a period of twelve years. During his training he became aware that his calling was to convert the pagans to Christianity. His wishes were to return to Ireland, to convert the native pagans to Christianity. But his superiors instead appointed St. Palladius. But two years later, Palladius transferred to Scotland. Patrick, having adopted that Christian name earlier, was then appointed as second bishop to Ireland. Patrick was quite successful at winning converts. And this fact upset the Celtic Druids. Patrick was arrested several times, but escaped each time. He traveled throughout Ireland, establishing monasteries across the country. He also set up schools and churches which would aid him in his conversion of the Irish country to Christianity. His mission in Ireland lasted for thirty years. After that time, Patrick retired to County Down. He died on March 17 in AD 461. That day has been commemorated as St. Patrick's Day ever since. Much Irish folklore surrounds St. Patrick's Day. Not much of it is actually substantiated. Some of this lore includes the belief that Patrick raised people from the dead. He also is said to have given a sermon from a hilltop that drove all the snakes from Ireland. Of course, no snakes were ever native to Ireland, and some people think this is a metaphor for the conversion of the pagans. Though originally a Catholic holy day, St. Patrick's Day has evolved into more of a secular holiday. One traditional icon of the day is the shamrock. And this stems from a more bona fide Irish tale that tells how Patrick used the three-leafed shamrock to explain the Trinity. He used it in his sermons to represent how the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit could all exist as separate elements of the same entity. His followers adopted the custom of wearing a shamrock on his feast day. The St. Patrick's Day custom came to America in 1737. That was the first year St. Patrick's Day was publicly celebrated in this country, in Boston. Today, people celebrate the day with parades, wearing of the green, and drinking beer. One reason St. Patrick's Day might have become so popular is that it takes place just a few days before the first day of spring. One might say it has become the first green of spring.

Copyright © 1999, 2005 by Jerry Wilson.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

This is the real reason we drink Guinness stout and feast on corned beef, boiled potatoes and cabbage this fine day.

I'm buying the Guinness, who's bring the mustard?

The person who was to become St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was born in Wales about AD 385. His given name was Maewyn, and he almost didn't get the job of bishop of Ireland because he lacked the required scholarship. Far from being a saint, until he was 16, he considered himself a pagan. At that age, he was sold into slavery by a group of Irish marauders that raided his village. During his captivity, he became closer to God. He escaped from slavery after six years and went to Gaul where he studied in the monastery under St. Germain, bishop of Auxerre for a period of twelve years. During his training he became aware that his calling was to convert the pagans to Christianity. His wishes were to return to Ireland, to convert the native pagans to Christianity. But his superiors instead appointed St. Palladius. But two years later, Palladius transferred to Scotland. Patrick, having adopted that Christian name earlier, was then appointed as second bishop to Ireland. Patrick was quite successful at winning converts. And this fact upset the Celtic Druids. Patrick was arrested several times, but escaped each time. He traveled throughout Ireland, establishing monasteries across the country. He also set up schools and churches which would aid him in his conversion of the Irish country to Christianity. His mission in Ireland lasted for thirty years. After that time, Patrick retired to County Down. He died on March 17 in AD 461. That day has been commemorated as St. Patrick's Day ever since. Much Irish folklore surrounds St. Patrick's Day. Not much of it is actually substantiated. Some of this lore includes the belief that Patrick raised people from the dead. He also is said to have given a sermon from a hilltop that drove all the snakes from Ireland. Of course, no snakes were ever native to Ireland, and some people think this is a metaphor for the conversion of the pagans. Though originally a Catholic holy day, St. Patrick's Day has evolved into more of a secular holiday. One traditional icon of the day is the shamrock. And this stems from a more bona fide Irish tale that tells how Patrick used the three-leafed shamrock to explain the Trinity. He used it in his sermons to represent how the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit could all exist as separate elements of the same entity. His followers adopted the custom of wearing a shamrock on his feast day. The St. Patrick's Day custom came to America in 1737. That was the first year St. Patrick's Day was publicly celebrated in this country, in Boston. Today, people celebrate the day with parades, wearing of the green, and drinking beer. One reason St. Patrick's Day might have become so popular is that it takes place just a few days before the first day of spring. One might say it has become the first green of spring.

Copyright © 1999, 2005 by Jerry Wilson.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

St Patrick's Day HNT

Happy St. Patrick's Day
Half-Nekkid Thursday!


I tried waiting up for the party to start, but as you can see, I didn't have much luck. I even wore my 38 year old green army socks for the occation.

St Patrick's Day HNT

Happy St. Patrick's Day
Half-Nekkid Thursday!


I tried waiting up for the party to start, but as you can see, I didn't have much luck. I even wore my 38 year old green army socks for the occation.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

IMPORTANT HNT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

WHEREAS: Friday, March 17th is St. Patrick's Day, and

WHEREAS: on that one day, EVERYONE is a little bit IRISH, and

WHEREAS: tradition holds that everyone should wear green on this day, and

WHEREAS: HNT will occur on the day before, and

WHEREAS: OSBASSO claims some Irish heritage,

IT IS HIGHLY URGED that all HNT participants include some bit of green in their next HNT picture.

FURTHERMORE, it is requested that those who read this make mention of it on their own sites, so that the word spreads to one and all, and

FURTHERMORE, it is recommended that, if available, strategically-placed shamrocks, shillelaghs, pots o'gold or leprechauns be employed in said photos.

That's all.


How's that Boss Os?

IMPORTANT HNT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

WHEREAS: Friday, March 17th is St. Patrick's Day, and

WHEREAS: on that one day, EVERYONE is a little bit IRISH, and

WHEREAS: tradition holds that everyone should wear green on this day, and

WHEREAS: HNT will occur on the day before, and

WHEREAS: OSBASSO claims some Irish heritage,

IT IS HIGHLY URGED that all HNT participants include some bit of green in their next HNT picture.

FURTHERMORE, it is requested that those who read this make mention of it on their own sites, so that the word spreads to one and all, and

FURTHERMORE, it is recommended that, if available, strategically-placed shamrocks, shillelaghs, pots o'gold or leprechauns be employed in said photos.

That's all.


How's that Boss Os?

Sunday, March 12, 2006

BTExpress 2006 Blogger Tour – First Stop, New York City

Friday was officially my first stop on my BTExpress Blogger 2006 Tour. I went into New York City to spend the day with Aughra and Foxglove. They are the first bloggers I have met, so I was very excited to see them. It really had nothing to do with the fact that I think they are two of the most gorgeous and sexy woman I’ve ever seen, no, nothing at all. (If you believe that, I can get you a great deal on the Brooklyn Bridge if you’re interested.)

I live about 60 miles east of the City, so instead of driving, I took the train and then the subway to Union Square where I was to meet Aughra, Foxglove and Foxglove’s husband for lunch. It seems that Foxglove’s husband wanted to meet me because he thought I might be an ax murderer or something. Foxglove told him I was probably wasn’t, but I suppose the word “might” didn’t give him the assurances he needed, so he still wanted to meet me.

I arrived early and walked around the Union Square area sightseeing and taking pictures. There was no end of the sights to see in that small area surrounding the park if you look close. I’ve lived on Long Island in New York for about 33 years and just never make it a point to go into the City very often, which is really a shame. New York City is just such an amazing place and you can be sure, now that I’m retired, I will be spend a lot more time in there from now on.

The subway stops in Union Square, well, under Union Square. I walked up the stairs from the subway and wind up across the street from the park.





The first thing I notice is the demonstration to free Tibet from the occupation of China. Most of what the speakers said was in Chinese so about all I got from the speeches and signs, was that Tibet is a sovereign nation that China is occupying and the Tibetan’s want them out.



The speeches and demonstration went on for well over an hour and then it broke up into an organized march off to who knows where. I was at the other end of the park when it broke up but knew it was over when the car and truck horns started beeping. The police were escorting them to where ever they were going and the group blocked traffic whenever they crossed a street.



On one side of the park was a farmers market. Vendors come in from different boroughs of NY City and the surrounding the areas outside NY City to sell fresh foods of all kinds. There were a few vendors selling plants and flowers and some people playing music to try to make a few bucks as well.






Around the corner from these vendors were others selling their art. There were all kinds of very cool things. Aughra bought her son Gus and wire sculpture of a dragon.



During my sightseeing walks, I tokk a few pictures of some thing s that interested me.



I sat down on the benches in the park from time to time when I saw something interesting to watch or just got tired and needed a rest. There were two things that I found the most interesting, the group of students from the NY Film Academy filiming a movie and the very strange looking man dressed as a, it’s hard to explain. Not really a woamn, but not really a man either. I’d have taken his picture to show you, but I he might have thought it was stealing his soul or some other nonsense so I decided against it.



The group of students from the NY Film Academy filiming a movie, did the same scene over and over from a few different views, until they got it right. They moved on to another area in the park and did the same thing. Filiming the two scenes must have taken them two hours. I sat next to a retired stage director for a little while chatting with him and he gave a short lesson on what was going on.

I got a call from Aughra that they were in the park and where to meet them. I saw Foxglove first and gave her a big hug and a kiss. Then Aughra and did the same thing. Foxglove introduced her husband to me. I could see him looking me over I think to see if I carrying an ax or any other weapons. We went across the street and had lunch in a place called Republic. Aughra wanted Chinese noodles.



The place had excellent Chinese food but I almost had to eat it with my fingers, because they only give you chop sticks to use. Since I don’t have any idea how to use them, Aughra managed to get me a fork.

I really enjoyed the time we spent together at lunch (PSST.....I got to sit next to Aughra) Talked about a lot of things. (I think to catch me in descrepancies and see if I really may be an ax murderer) or it could have been us all just trying to get to know each. I learned so much about all three of them, and really enjoyed their company and had a very good time.

I suppose they figured out I probably wasn't an ax murderer, Aughra and Foxglove gave Foxglove's husband the high sign that I was OK, so Foxglove’s husband went back to work. I asked him to take a picture of Aughra, Foxglove and I together so I could show you all, one, that I really did meet them, and two, just how absolutly beautiful they both are. As you can see, Aughra is very tall, about 5’10” and Foxglove has the most amazing red hair you have ever seen. They both have incredabile bodies that you cannot really appreciate until you see them. (Yes, I did notice their figures. Remember who this is telling the story and you shouldn't be surprised.)



This story is not over by a long shot so I’ll finish this post later. There is corned beef & cabbage and cold beer waiting for me at Kenny’s and I am starving.