HNT First Anniversary Edition

Today is the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday. HNT was started by Osbasso. You can read all about the origin and guidelines of HNT here.

In honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, Osbasso asked us, the participants, to make a special HNT post this week. We were supposed to post our very first official HNT picture and then a second picture showing us in some sort of celebration of the anniversary using such props as balloons, confetti, streamers, champagne, noisemakers, etc.

So in honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, here is my 42nd HNT post. (HOLY CRAP! MY 42ND HNT POST!)

Here is my very first HNT picture. You can see the actual post here.



I’ve been thinking about how best to honor the 1st anniversary of HNT. This is what first came to mind, a picture with both Lori’s and my legs.



Then I thought this really wasn’t showing what I like to do when we are together to celebrate things. Then it hit me!

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HNT First Anniversary Edition

Today is the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday. HNT was started by Osbasso. You can read all about the origin and guidelines of HNT here.

In honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, Osbasso asked us, the participants, to make a special HNT post this week. We were supposed to post our very first official HNT picture and then a second picture showing us in some sort of celebration of the anniversary using such props as balloons, confetti, streamers, champagne, noisemakers, etc.

So in honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, here is my 42nd HNT post. (HOLY CRAP! MY 42ND HNT POST!)

Here is my very first HNT picture. You can see the actual post here.



I’ve been thinking about how best to honor the 1st anniversary of HNT. This is what first came to mind, a picture with both Lori’s and my legs.



Then I thought this really wasn’t showing what I like to do when we are together to celebrate things. Then it hit me!

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GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter 24: SHRAPNEL

While I was digging through some old junk researching my stories, I came across something that might interest you. I found an old envelope I’ve been keeping a few pieces of the shrapnel they removed from me at one time or the other, over the last 18 months of my Army service. When I was wounded, I was literally sprayed from head to toe with shrapnel from the exploding claymore mine. All of the large pieces of shrapnel were removed during my surgery in Vietnam right after being wounded and the again when my wounds were eventually closed about ten days later in Japan. Of course, not all of it could be found and removed, especially the small pieces. A few times during those last 18 months I was in the army, a piece would start to bother me, so I’d have it removed.

Here are some photographs of the shrapnel I saved. I know there’s not much, but I’m still proud to show it off. I’m certain there was a lot better samples, but I think to ask them to save them for me when I was operated on.


Here are close ups so you can get a good look. Yes, the reddish stuff on the gauze pad is my blood.


This pretty silver one was right on the top of my foot under where the laces of my shoe are. I had this one removed in January while I was still recovering in St. Albans Naval Hospital in Queens New York. Whenever I wore shoes, It bothered me, so I had it removed.



I think this one is the most interesting and my favorite one. See that yellowish stuff sort of coating it on the left? That’s some of my flesh. Cool huh? You can also see some dried blood if you look close.










This little blood tinged, rusty baby was the last piece I had removed and stayed with me for well over a year. It was on the outside of my left arm and I could grab it with my fingers and show it off as that “Piece of Shrapnel Under My Skin”. After a while, all my squeezing showing it off, caused it rise very close to the surface so I had it removed.


This isn’t shrapnel, it’s a hunk of flesh that was stuck to gause pad. I saw it when I moved the pieces of shrapnel to scan them. I’m not sure where this came from. Pretty cool, huh?







Even to this day, I still carry a lot of shrapnel throughout out my body. I’m not allowed to have a MRI. The magnetic field generated by the MRI machine may cause the metal shrapnel to move with unknown results. So they told me I shouldn’t take a chance.

I have so much shrapnel left in me, virtually every time I get x-rayed they ask me about it.

There was the time I was applying for life insurance and needed to get a chest x-ray. I was still very young and with no medical issues, so I wasn’t worried at all what the x-ray would show. I had the x-ray done and a few days later, the doctor’s office called to tell me there was a problem with my x-ray and the doctor needed to see me right away and could I come in the next day? I asked the nurse what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. She said that I needed to see the doctor and he would talk to me about it.

I about crapped my pant and my wife freaked out obviously. So all night and the next day, I couldn’t get there until I got out of work the next day, we were very worried about what the x-ray showed. I had been smoking for about 10 years at that point and was a regular pot smoker so lung cancer was my major concern.

When I got out of work, I headed straight to the doctor’s office. I was sent to an examination room to wait for the doctor. I was sick to my stomach I was so worried. I waited for what seemed like forever, and then the doctor finally came in. He said hello and then hangs a couple of my chest x-rays on the light board on the wall.

The doctor turns on the light on the light board, points at the x-ray and says, “Did you know you have metal fragments in your chest?”

(Pause here for the laughter to die down)

Well, I didn’t laugh when I heard that. I was fucking pissed off and let the good doctor know exactly how I felt. (I will leave out the profanities) “Of course I know! I was wounded in Vietnam by a mine explosion from head to toe and I still have a lot of shrapnel everywhere in my body, not just my chest!”

“I’m sorry, we didn’t know that, he says. “You can go then.”

Now, I’m boiling, “Why didn’t you ask me that over the phone? I asked the nurse what was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell. She said I had to come in. My wife and I have been worried sick and that’s all you have to say!”

He didn’t really say anything and walked out of the examination room in one direction as I stormed out in the other. I walked over to the desk to check out. There were a couple of people in front of me so I waited for a few minutes. When I was my turn, the nurse looked at my chart and said, “There is no charge. Do you need another appointment?” I just glared at her and stormed out mumbling expletives the entire way.

When I got home my wife came out to meet me and asked me what the doctor said. I told her when we got inside and, to this day, I can still hear her saying at the top of her lungs, “WHAT! THAT’S WHY THEY TOLD YOU, YOU HAD TO COME IN? WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST TELL YOU THAT OVER THE PHONE?” (Insert a lot of expletives between the words) You know what, that was the first time since I’d known her, that I heard her curse so much and she did it almost as well as me.

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter 24: SHRAPNEL

While I was digging through some old junk researching my stories, I came across something that might interest you. I found an old envelope I’ve been keeping a few pieces of the shrapnel they removed from me at one time or the other, over the last 18 months of my Army service. When I was wounded, I was literally sprayed from head to toe with shrapnel from the exploding claymore mine. All of the large pieces of shrapnel were removed during my surgery in Vietnam right after being wounded and the again when my wounds were eventually closed about ten days later in Japan. Of course, not all of it could be found and removed, especially the small pieces. A few times during those last 18 months I was in the army, a piece would start to bother me, so I’d have it removed.

Here are some photographs of the shrapnel I saved. I know there’s not much, but I’m still proud to show it off. I’m certain there was a lot better samples, but I think to ask them to save them for me when I was operated on.


Here are close ups so you can get a good look. Yes, the reddish stuff on the gauze pad is my blood.


This pretty silver one was right on the top of my foot under where the laces of my shoe are. I had this one removed in January while I was still recovering in St. Albans Naval Hospital in Queens New York. Whenever I wore shoes, It bothered me, so I had it removed.



I think this one is the most interesting and my favorite one. See that yellowish stuff sort of coating it on the left? That’s some of my flesh. Cool huh? You can also see some dried blood if you look close.










This little blood tinged, rusty baby was the last piece I had removed and stayed with me for well over a year. It was on the outside of my left arm and I could grab it with my fingers and show it off as that “Piece of Shrapnel Under My Skin”. After a while, all my squeezing showing it off, caused it rise very close to the surface so I had it removed.


This isn’t shrapnel, it’s a hunk of flesh that was stuck to gause pad. I saw it when I moved the pieces of shrapnel to scan them. I’m not sure where this came from. Pretty cool, huh?







Even to this day, I still carry a lot of shrapnel throughout out my body. I’m not allowed to have a MRI. The magnetic field generated by the MRI machine may cause the metal shrapnel to move with unknown results. So they told me I shouldn’t take a chance.

I have so much shrapnel left in me, virtually every time I get x-rayed they ask me about it.

There was the time I was applying for life insurance and needed to get a chest x-ray. I was still very young and with no medical issues, so I wasn’t worried at all what the x-ray would show. I had the x-ray done and a few days later, the doctor’s office called to tell me there was a problem with my x-ray and the doctor needed to see me right away and could I come in the next day? I asked the nurse what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. She said that I needed to see the doctor and he would talk to me about it.

I about crapped my pant and my wife freaked out obviously. So all night and the next day, I couldn’t get there until I got out of work the next day, we were very worried about what the x-ray showed. I had been smoking for about 10 years at that point and was a regular pot smoker so lung cancer was my major concern.

When I got out of work, I headed straight to the doctor’s office. I was sent to an examination room to wait for the doctor. I was sick to my stomach I was so worried. I waited for what seemed like forever, and then the doctor finally came in. He said hello and then hangs a couple of my chest x-rays on the light board on the wall.

The doctor turns on the light on the light board, points at the x-ray and says, “Did you know you have metal fragments in your chest?”

(Pause here for the laughter to die down)

Well, I didn’t laugh when I heard that. I was fucking pissed off and let the good doctor know exactly how I felt. (I will leave out the profanities) “Of course I know! I was wounded in Vietnam by a mine explosion from head to toe and I still have a lot of shrapnel everywhere in my body, not just my chest!”

“I’m sorry, we didn’t know that, he says. “You can go then.”

Now, I’m boiling, “Why didn’t you ask me that over the phone? I asked the nurse what was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell. She said I had to come in. My wife and I have been worried sick and that’s all you have to say!”

He didn’t really say anything and walked out of the examination room in one direction as I stormed out in the other. I walked over to the desk to check out. There were a couple of people in front of me so I waited for a few minutes. When I was my turn, the nurse looked at my chart and said, “There is no charge. Do you need another appointment?” I just glared at her and stormed out mumbling expletives the entire way.

When I got home my wife came out to meet me and asked me what the doctor said. I told her when we got inside and, to this day, I can still hear her saying at the top of her lungs, “WHAT! THAT’S WHY THEY TOLD YOU, YOU HAD TO COME IN? WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST TELL YOU THAT OVER THE PHONE?” (Insert a lot of expletives between the words) You know what, that was the first time since I’d known her, that I heard her curse so much and she did it almost as well as me.

So Far, So Good

I picked up Lori at the ferry Monday afternoon. We went to her place so she could unpack and repack for the week she's staying with me.

She brought her laptop with her so we can sit on the couch next to each other blogging. Right now she's reading my posts for the last five days.

Last night I made dinner. I made the gorgonzola pizza from this post. This time I added black olives and tons of onions. We both love onions A LOT! I think they must be an aphrodisiac, because we had a VERY nice evening snuggling. :-D

This morning Lori didn't have work, so we stayed in bed and snuggled for a few hours. When we got up we showered and then I made breakfast. I made eggs sunnyside up, fried ham, grits, toast and coffee.

Lori had a doctors appointment so this afternoon we went there and then came back home. Lori prepared dinner tonight. It's a taco cassarole. We haven't ate it yet, but it looks good. I'll tell you how it turned out tomorrow, but I'm sure it's good from the way it looked.

Tonight's American Idol and then to bed for more snuggling. We can't stay up snuggling too late because Lori has work tomorrow. I'll probably have dinner ready for her when she gets home around 6:00. Tomorrow I'm making BBQ beef (Manwich), corn on the cob and I think I go out and get potato salad. That goes good with this.

Do me a favor please. With all the snuggling we're going to be doing this week, pray I live through it, okay?




Note: Just so you know, snuggling is the code word I'm going to use for fooling around, having sex or any form of the two.

So Far, So Good

I picked up Lori at the ferry Monday afternoon. We went to her place so she could unpack and repack for the week she's staying with me.

She brought her laptop with her so we can sit on the couch next to each other blogging. Right now she's reading my posts for the last five days.

Last night I made dinner. I made the gorgonzola pizza from this post. This time I added black olives and tons of onions. We both love onions A LOT! I think they must be an aphrodisiac, because we had a VERY nice evening snuggling. :-D

This morning Lori didn't have work, so we stayed in bed and snuggled for a few hours. When we got up we showered and then I made breakfast. I made eggs sunnyside up, fried ham, grits, toast and coffee.

Lori had a doctors appointment so this afternoon we went there and then came back home. Lori prepared dinner tonight. It's a taco cassarole. We haven't ate it yet, but it looks good. I'll tell you how it turned out tomorrow, but I'm sure it's good from the way it looked.

Tonight's American Idol and then to bed for more snuggling. We can't stay up snuggling too late because Lori has work tomorrow. I'll probably have dinner ready for her when she gets home around 6:00. Tomorrow I'm making BBQ beef (Manwich), corn on the cob and I think I go out and get potato salad. That goes good with this.

Do me a favor please. With all the snuggling we're going to be doing this week, pray I live through it, okay?




Note: Just so you know, snuggling is the code word I'm going to use for fooling around, having sex or any form of the two.

Do me a favor...

...next time I fall a sleep and take a two hour nap in the early evening, just hit me up side the head to wake me. Okay!

It's now 2:44 A fucking M and I'm wide a fucking wake!

This really sucks, big time!

I'm picking up my girlfriend Lori at the ferry from Connecticut later today and hoped to stay up late tomorrow night having a lot of sex.

Did I tell you she is staying with me all next week?

If i don't get to bed soon, I'm not going to get my minimum required number of hours of sleep and fall a sleep on her in the evening.+

I don't have to tell you what that means, do I?

That would really, really not be acceptable!



Oh wait! I just yawned. That is a good sign I may be getting tired.

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Do me a favor...

...next time I fall a sleep and take a two hour nap in the early evening, just hit me up side the head to wake me. Okay!

It's now 2:44 A fucking M and I'm wide a fucking wake!

This really sucks, big time!

I'm picking up my girlfriend Lori at the ferry from Connecticut later today and hoped to stay up late tomorrow night having a lot of sex.

Did I tell you she is staying with me all next week?

If i don't get to bed soon, I'm not going to get my minimum required number of hours of sleep and fall a sleep on her in the evening.+

I don't have to tell you what that means, do I?

That would really, really not be acceptable!



Oh wait! I just yawned. That is a good sign I may be getting tired.

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Here's To You Mothers!

I waited up so I would be among the first ones to make a post honoring you mothers. So here it is.

Damn, I'm tired so I'm going to bed now.

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First, the story of Mother's Day.

The earliest Mother's Day celebrations can be traced back to the spring celebrations of ancient Greece in honor of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods. During the 1600's, England celebrated a day called "Mothering Sunday." Celebrated on the 4th Sunday of Lent (the 40 day period leading up to Easter), "Mothering Sunday" honored the mothers of England.

During this time many of the England's poor worked as servants for the wealthy. As most jobs were located far from their homes, the servants would live at the houses of their employers. On Mothering Sunday the servants would have the day off and were encouraged to return home and spend the day with their mothers. A special cake, called the mothering cake, was often brought along to provide a festive touch.

As Christianity spread throughout Europe the celebration changed to honor the "Mother Church" -- the spiritual power that gave them life and protected them from harm. Over time the church festival blended with the Mothering Sunday celebration. People began honoring their mothers as well as the church.

In the United States Mother's Day was first suggested in 1872 by Julia Ward Howe (who wrote the words to the Battle Hymn of the Republic) as a day dedicated to peace. Ms. Howe would hold organized Mother's Day meetings in Boston, MA, every year.

In 1907 Anna Jarvis, from Philadelphia, began a campaign to establish a national Mother's Day. Ms. Jarvis persuaded her mother's church in Grafton, West Virginia, to celebrate Mother's Day on the second anniversary of her mother's death, the 2nd Sunday of May. By the next year, Mother's Day was also celebrated in Philadelphia.

Ms. Jarvis and her supporters began to write to ministers, businessman, and politicians in their quest to establish a national Mother's Day. It was successful as by 1911 Mother's Day was celebrated in almost every state. President Woodrow Wilson, in 1914, made the official announcement proclaiming Mother's Day as a national holiday that was to be held each year on the 2nd Sunday of May.

While many countries of the world celebrate their own Mother's Day at different times throughout the year, there are some countries such as Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia, and Belgium which also celebrate Mother's Day on the second Sunday of May.


Next, I figured I'd close this post with a nice sentimental poem just for you mothers.


"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" is for the way she never grows old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together,
they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to your off spring.


I hope your off springs, husband or significant other, took good care of you today. If the bastards didn't, remember, Father's Day and their birthdays are coming up, so you can get even.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.

Happy Mother's Day!

Here's To You Mothers!

I waited up so I would be among the first ones to make a post honoring you mothers. So here it is.

Damn, I'm tired so I'm going to bed now.

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First, the story of Mother's Day.

The earliest Mother's Day celebrations can be traced back to the spring celebrations of ancient Greece in honor of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods. During the 1600's, England celebrated a day called "Mothering Sunday." Celebrated on the 4th Sunday of Lent (the 40 day period leading up to Easter), "Mothering Sunday" honored the mothers of England.

During this time many of the England's poor worked as servants for the wealthy. As most jobs were located far from their homes, the servants would live at the houses of their employers. On Mothering Sunday the servants would have the day off and were encouraged to return home and spend the day with their mothers. A special cake, called the mothering cake, was often brought along to provide a festive touch.

As Christianity spread throughout Europe the celebration changed to honor the "Mother Church" -- the spiritual power that gave them life and protected them from harm. Over time the church festival blended with the Mothering Sunday celebration. People began honoring their mothers as well as the church.

In the United States Mother's Day was first suggested in 1872 by Julia Ward Howe (who wrote the words to the Battle Hymn of the Republic) as a day dedicated to peace. Ms. Howe would hold organized Mother's Day meetings in Boston, MA, every year.

In 1907 Anna Jarvis, from Philadelphia, began a campaign to establish a national Mother's Day. Ms. Jarvis persuaded her mother's church in Grafton, West Virginia, to celebrate Mother's Day on the second anniversary of her mother's death, the 2nd Sunday of May. By the next year, Mother's Day was also celebrated in Philadelphia.

Ms. Jarvis and her supporters began to write to ministers, businessman, and politicians in their quest to establish a national Mother's Day. It was successful as by 1911 Mother's Day was celebrated in almost every state. President Woodrow Wilson, in 1914, made the official announcement proclaiming Mother's Day as a national holiday that was to be held each year on the 2nd Sunday of May.

While many countries of the world celebrate their own Mother's Day at different times throughout the year, there are some countries such as Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia, and Belgium which also celebrate Mother's Day on the second Sunday of May.


Next, I figured I'd close this post with a nice sentimental poem just for you mothers.


"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" is for the way she never grows old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together,
they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to your off spring.


I hope your off springs, husband or significant other, took good care of you today. If the bastards didn't, remember, Father's Day and their birthdays are coming up, so you can get even.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.

Happy Mother's Day!

Friday Night Out

Last night I got together with a bunch of people from my last job to celebrate my friends Scott and Joannies wedding next Saturday. About twenty people showed up, including James and Filippo, the two men that own the company. It was good to see everyone again.

I talked to Filippo for a while, but when I saw James, he shook my hand and said hi, but immediately turned and walked away. You see, James is very bitter about me retiring with only two weeks notice. I was told he felt I should have given more notice. I would have stayed longer if he would have just asked me, but he didn't, no one did. I made it clear to the HR manager that I had no time frame for leaving, but I guess she didn't relay that info to James. James didn't even speak to me the last two weeks I was there he was so upset. I wish he wasn’t so upset, but that’s his problem. All he had to do was ask.

About 9:00 I saw Joey, the bartender from Kenny’s Pub and John Micelli, the drummer from Meatloaf. They were setting up John’s drums. John plays drums for Meatloaf and a couple of local bands including the one we saw last night, ‘The Seventies Experience’. They were excellent, but I’m not surprised considering who is in the band. This is some info from the bands web site.

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70s Experience is your best opportunity to hear it like it was, sounds of R&B, Rock, Disco, and Funk from "What's Going On" to "Disco Inferno". They simply perform some of the best dance music from the 70's! They have shared the stage with significant 70s acts like the Rascals, Street Survivors, the Tramps and the Beach Boys.

STEVE STRECKER : vocals
He’s played with some of the greatest, including: John Miceli of Meatloaf; Mick Jones of Foreigner; Carmine Appice of Vanilla Fudge; Lionel Cordew of Special EFX; Bobby Rondenelli of Black Sabbath; Jules Radino of Blue Oyster Cult; Billy Heller of The Rippingtons.

JOE DEMAIO: Guitar / Vocals
Joe has worked with artists such as The Drifters, Donald Fagen and members of Pat Benatar, Steely Dan, James Taylor, David Bowie, Tower of Power, Spyro Gyro, Pat Metheny. For the last 2 years, he has been the guitar player for Grammy award winning artist Ashanti. He is a welcome addition to the 70’s Experience!!

GENE CORDEW- Keyboards / Vocals
Gene has played with various professional musicians, such as the Legendary Persuaders, best known for their number one gold hit "Thin Line Between Love and Hate" and touring with Ashanti on the St. Lucia Jazz Festival 2004 and other venues�all over�the United States.

JOHN MICELI - Drums / Vocals
John has toured with artists including Meatloaf, Blue Oyster Cult, Rainbow, and Marchello. John has just finished as the drummer in the Las Vegas Production of "We Will Rock You"- The Musical by Queen and Ben Elton.
Check His site

LENNY ROCILLO - Bass
Lenny Rocillo has written for music for an EA SPORTS Play Station game called Road Rash Jailbreak. Lenny has toured with guitarist/Producer, Larry Mitchell, as well as JOSIE SANG, which featured Stuttering John, from the Howard Stern show.
Check His site

MICHAEL AMENDOLA - Saxophone
He has shared the stage with the likes of Bruce Springsteen, Bela Fleck, and Vassar Clements. Michael has written music for jazz artists such as Benny Golson, Mulgrew Miller, Terence Blanchard, Randy Brecker. He has played the Broadway Shows "Sophisticated Ladies", "Evita", and "42nd Street".

LLOYD DEBONIS- Trumpet
Lloyd as been very active section player over the last few years touring extensively and sharing the stage with such artists as diverse as, Chuck D, Hank Shocklee, the Tramps, and Harold Melvin's Blutenotes.

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I hung out with my friends listening to the music, drinking and talking until about 12:30 then I went home. I know that’s kind of early for me to be going home, but I really did miss being with my girlfriend Lori.

I took a few pictures last night.

JOHN MICELLI'S DRUM CASE

JOHN MICELLI SETTING UP THE SOUND SYSTEM

SCOTT & JOANNIE ORDERING FOOD FROM THE HOT WAITRESS
(LORI, SHE HAD NICE BOOBS AND A GREAT ASS!)

SOME OF THE BAND

SCOTT & JOANNIE AFTER SCOTTS BEEN DRINKING FOR A WHILE

Friday Night Out

Last night I got together with a bunch of people from my last job to celebrate my friends Scott and Joannies wedding next Saturday. About twenty people showed up, including James and Filippo, the two men that own the company. It was good to see everyone again.

I talked to Filippo for a while, but when I saw James, he shook my hand and said hi, but immediately turned and walked away. You see, James is very bitter about me retiring with only two weeks notice. I was told he felt I should have given more notice. I would have stayed longer if he would have just asked me, but he didn't, no one did. I made it clear to the HR manager that I had no time frame for leaving, but I guess she didn't relay that info to James. James didn't even speak to me the last two weeks I was there he was so upset. I wish he wasn’t so upset, but that’s his problem. All he had to do was ask.

About 9:00 I saw Joey, the bartender from Kenny’s Pub and John Micelli, the drummer from Meatloaf. They were setting up John’s drums. John plays drums for Meatloaf and a couple of local bands including the one we saw last night, ‘The Seventies Experience’. They were excellent, but I’m not surprised considering who is in the band. This is some info from the bands web site.

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70s Experience is your best opportunity to hear it like it was, sounds of R&B, Rock, Disco, and Funk from "What's Going On" to "Disco Inferno". They simply perform some of the best dance music from the 70's! They have shared the stage with significant 70s acts like the Rascals, Street Survivors, the Tramps and the Beach Boys.

STEVE STRECKER : vocals
He’s played with some of the greatest, including: John Miceli of Meatloaf; Mick Jones of Foreigner; Carmine Appice of Vanilla Fudge; Lionel Cordew of Special EFX; Bobby Rondenelli of Black Sabbath; Jules Radino of Blue Oyster Cult; Billy Heller of The Rippingtons.

JOE DEMAIO: Guitar / Vocals
Joe has worked with artists such as The Drifters, Donald Fagen and members of Pat Benatar, Steely Dan, James Taylor, David Bowie, Tower of Power, Spyro Gyro, Pat Metheny. For the last 2 years, he has been the guitar player for Grammy award winning artist Ashanti. He is a welcome addition to the 70’s Experience!!

GENE CORDEW- Keyboards / Vocals
Gene has played with various professional musicians, such as the Legendary Persuaders, best known for their number one gold hit "Thin Line Between Love and Hate" and touring with Ashanti on the St. Lucia Jazz Festival 2004 and other venues�all over�the United States.

JOHN MICELI - Drums / Vocals
John has toured with artists including Meatloaf, Blue Oyster Cult, Rainbow, and Marchello. John has just finished as the drummer in the Las Vegas Production of "We Will Rock You"- The Musical by Queen and Ben Elton.
Check His site

LENNY ROCILLO - Bass
Lenny Rocillo has written for music for an EA SPORTS Play Station game called Road Rash Jailbreak. Lenny has toured with guitarist/Producer, Larry Mitchell, as well as JOSIE SANG, which featured Stuttering John, from the Howard Stern show.
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MICHAEL AMENDOLA - Saxophone
He has shared the stage with the likes of Bruce Springsteen, Bela Fleck, and Vassar Clements. Michael has written music for jazz artists such as Benny Golson, Mulgrew Miller, Terence Blanchard, Randy Brecker. He has played the Broadway Shows "Sophisticated Ladies", "Evita", and "42nd Street".

LLOYD DEBONIS- Trumpet
Lloyd as been very active section player over the last few years touring extensively and sharing the stage with such artists as diverse as, Chuck D, Hank Shocklee, the Tramps, and Harold Melvin's Blutenotes.

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I hung out with my friends listening to the music, drinking and talking until about 12:30 then I went home. I know that’s kind of early for me to be going home, but I really did miss being with my girlfriend Lori.

I took a few pictures last night.

JOHN MICELLI'S DRUM CASE

JOHN MICELLI SETTING UP THE SOUND SYSTEM

SCOTT & JOANNIE ORDERING FOOD FROM THE HOT WAITRESS
(LORI, SHE HAD NICE BOOBS AND A GREAT ASS!)

SOME OF THE BAND

SCOTT & JOANNIE AFTER SCOTTS BEEN DRINKING FOR A WHILE

I miss Lori

I went out last night and had fun, but it wasn't them same without her.

I'll tell you about last night later, but right now, I have to go shopping and to the bank.

Bye......

I miss Lori

I went out last night and had fun, but it wasn't them same without her.

I'll tell you about last night later, but right now, I have to go shopping and to the bank.

Bye......

Man, this is going to be a long, long weekend…

You know why? Because I’m going to be lonely and sexless until Monday evening.

You see, Lori left for Connecticut yesterday to visit her family and won’t be back until Monday evening. Every year around this time Lori goes “back home” to visit her mom & dad and her brother and his family. Lori and her brother always go to the same fair every year. I’m not sure what’s it’s called or what’s so special about it, all I know is the thing is held this weekend every year. Last year Lori told me it was in the 80’s and sunny. This weekend the weather is going to suck. It’s going to be rainy, windy and highs in the lower 50s.

There are two bright sides to my weekend though.

This afternoon around 5:00, I’m going up to the Irish Times Pub and meet a bunch of people I worked with at the last job I had before I retired. My good friend Scott is getting married soon and the people from work have arranged a get together for him and his fiancée there. They didn’t forget me and invited me too.

Sunday, my son Brian and his girlfriend fly down to Florida for a week for a vacation. They are going to do the Orlando/Disney/Epcot thing and who knows what else and won’t be back until next Sunday. They will be staying in one of the homes his grandparents own so he saves money by not having to rent a hotel room. The bad part is that it looks like Sunday night I have to drive to JFK and pick Brian and Cheryl up when they get back if they get anyone else to do it.

Then Monday I pick up Lori from the ferry and she is going to stay with me all next week until Sunday night when my son gets home. I hope Lori doesn’t get sick walking around in the rain and cold this weekend. If she does, my sexless streak will continue for who knows how long.

Man, this is going to be a long, long weekend…

You know why? Because I’m going to be lonely and sexless until Monday evening.

You see, Lori left for Connecticut yesterday to visit her family and won’t be back until Monday evening. Every year around this time Lori goes “back home” to visit her mom & dad and her brother and his family. Lori and her brother always go to the same fair every year. I’m not sure what’s it’s called or what’s so special about it, all I know is the thing is held this weekend every year. Last year Lori told me it was in the 80’s and sunny. This weekend the weather is going to suck. It’s going to be rainy, windy and highs in the lower 50s.

There are two bright sides to my weekend though.

This afternoon around 5:00, I’m going up to the Irish Times Pub and meet a bunch of people I worked with at the last job I had before I retired. My good friend Scott is getting married soon and the people from work have arranged a get together for him and his fiancée there. They didn’t forget me and invited me too.

Sunday, my son Brian and his girlfriend fly down to Florida for a week for a vacation. They are going to do the Orlando/Disney/Epcot thing and who knows what else and won’t be back until next Sunday. They will be staying in one of the homes his grandparents own so he saves money by not having to rent a hotel room. The bad part is that it looks like Sunday night I have to drive to JFK and pick Brian and Cheryl up when they get back if they get anyone else to do it.

Then Monday I pick up Lori from the ferry and she is going to stay with me all next week until Sunday night when my son gets home. I hope Lori doesn’t get sick walking around in the rain and cold this weekend. If she does, my sexless streak will continue for who knows how long.

Domesticated HNT

Not only am I good at this....



....but I also do ironing.

Look, I didn't even burn it!

If you want to see what other folks are doing this Half-Nekkid Thursday, click on the lady in red in my side bar.

Domesticated HNT

Not only am I good at this....



....but I also do ironing.

Look, I didn't even burn it!

If you want to see what other folks are doing this Half-Nekkid Thursday, click on the lady in red in my side bar.

Yawn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, what time is it?

No kidding, 4:45 already!

Where did the day go?

Must have been that 3-hour nap I just took. :-D

You see…

I slept over Lori's last night.

We got to sleep around 11:30 PM.

Then around 3:30 I got up to pee and just couldn't go back to sleep right away.

I was awake for about two hours.

I don’t know why I stayed awake, I just couldn’t get back to sleep.

No you horn dogs, we weren't fooling around but that was a good guess.

Then we had to get up at 7:45 AM so I could take Lori to work.

That meant I only got about 6 hours sleep.

That is not nearly enough for me.

I’m used to a lot more now that I’m retired.

However, please don’t fret about me.

I feel better now after my 3-hour nap. :-D

Don't you wish you were retired and could sleep the day away if you felt like it?

Hee Hee!

Yawn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, what time is it?

No kidding, 4:45 already!

Where did the day go?

Must have been that 3-hour nap I just took. :-D

You see…

I slept over Lori's last night.

We got to sleep around 11:30 PM.

Then around 3:30 I got up to pee and just couldn't go back to sleep right away.

I was awake for about two hours.

I don’t know why I stayed awake, I just couldn’t get back to sleep.

No you horn dogs, we weren't fooling around but that was a good guess.

Then we had to get up at 7:45 AM so I could take Lori to work.

That meant I only got about 6 hours sleep.

That is not nearly enough for me.

I’m used to a lot more now that I’m retired.

However, please don’t fret about me.

I feel better now after my 3-hour nap. :-D

Don't you wish you were retired and could sleep the day away if you felt like it?

Hee Hee!