Thank You

I was trying think of some way to show you guys how much I appreciate your friendship, when it came to me.

For you Ladies, Gay Guys, BiSexuals and anyone else that likes naked men....
Gallery of Hard Bodied Men


For you Guys, Lesbians, BiSexuals and anyone else that likes naked chicks....
Ron Harris Photography

WARNING: A lot of these people are naked and some of them are doing some pretty naughty things! So if you get offended by that type of thing, don't click on the links!


Shit! What am I thinking? If you got offended by that kind of stuff, you wouldn't be reading my blog. So enjoy!

Thank You

I was trying think of some way to show you guys how much I appreciate your friendship, when it came to me.

For you Ladies, Gay Guys, BiSexuals and anyone else that likes naked men....
Gallery of Hard Bodied Men


For you Guys, Lesbians, BiSexuals and anyone else that likes naked chicks....
Ron Harris Photography

WARNING: A lot of these people are naked and some of them are doing some pretty naughty things! So if you get offended by that type of thing, don't click on the links!


Shit! What am I thinking? If you got offended by that kind of stuff, you wouldn't be reading my blog. So enjoy!

Happy Birthday Lovey

Lovey was the name Barbara and I called each other almost from the day we got married. About the only time she ever used my given name was if I was in trouble.


Today would have been Barbara's 57th birthday.

I miss you Lovey.

Born - September 18, 1949
Died - October 17, 2005

Happy Birthday Lovey

Lovey was the name Barbara and I called each other almost from the day we got married. About the only time she ever used my given name was if I was in trouble.


Today would have been Barbara's 57th birthday.

I miss you Lovey.

Born - September 18, 1949
Died - October 17, 2005

The Cab Ride

I received the following story in an email from my cousin Amy in Pennsylvania.

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The Cab Ride

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked.

"Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now"

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said

"You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.’

You won't get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on.

Thank you, my friends...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This story took me back to the summer of 2004. My late wife Barbara had finally accepted that her brain cancer was terminal and wanted to do a few special things one last time before she died. Just like the old lady in this story. One thing I remember in particular, was she wanted to take a car ride out to the east end of Long Island and visit some of her favorite places.

It was a Saturday, not exactly sure what day and we took the drive. We stopped at a few wineries, ate a lobster roll at her favorite place for them, The Lobster Roll and drove out to Montauk Point.

When we got to Montauk Point, I wheeled her in her wheel chair up to the wall which was at the eastern most point of Long Island over looking the ocean. Thank goodness the wall was low enough for her to see over while she was sitting in the wheel chair. I pointed out Block Island and Connecticut for her. She then asked me to point to Europe, which I also did. We weren’t there for more than 10 minutes when she asked to leave.

We drove around the area for awhile so she could see the places she spend so many summers with her family. Her father and mother would rent one house and her aunt and uncle one next to them. All her relatives from Brooklyn and Long Island would come out at one time or the other during the summer and spend some time with them. The men would take the long drive back to work each Monday and return on Friday after work.

Barbara, Brian and I spend a lot of time each summer out on the east end of Long Island after we got our boat, the B.T. Express. We usually stayed a few days or maybe a week at one marina or the other, but usually tried to stay at the Montauk Yacht Club. One year we even took the boat to Newport Rhode Island.

Before Barbara was no longer able to make these long drives, I took her to a few other places she wanted to visit. Like the cab driver in the story said, "I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life."

It was the least I could do.

The Cab Ride

I received the following story in an email from my cousin Amy in Pennsylvania.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Cab Ride

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked.

"Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now"

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said

"You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.’

You won't get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on.

Thank you, my friends...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This story took me back to the summer of 2004. My late wife Barbara had finally accepted that her brain cancer was terminal and wanted to do a few special things one last time before she died. Just like the old lady in this story. One thing I remember in particular, was she wanted to take a car ride out to the east end of Long Island and visit some of her favorite places.

It was a Saturday, not exactly sure what day and we took the drive. We stopped at a few wineries, ate a lobster roll at her favorite place for them, The Lobster Roll and drove out to Montauk Point.

When we got to Montauk Point, I wheeled her in her wheel chair up to the wall which was at the eastern most point of Long Island over looking the ocean. Thank goodness the wall was low enough for her to see over while she was sitting in the wheel chair. I pointed out Block Island and Connecticut for her. She then asked me to point to Europe, which I also did. We weren’t there for more than 10 minutes when she asked to leave.

We drove around the area for awhile so she could see the places she spend so many summers with her family. Her father and mother would rent one house and her aunt and uncle one next to them. All her relatives from Brooklyn and Long Island would come out at one time or the other during the summer and spend some time with them. The men would take the long drive back to work each Monday and return on Friday after work.

Barbara, Brian and I spend a lot of time each summer out on the east end of Long Island after we got our boat, the B.T. Express. We usually stayed a few days or maybe a week at one marina or the other, but usually tried to stay at the Montauk Yacht Club. One year we even took the boat to Newport Rhode Island.

Before Barbara was no longer able to make these long drives, I took her to a few other places she wanted to visit. Like the cab driver in the story said, "I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life."

It was the least I could do.

HNT - ANOTHER INTERESTING WEEKEND

Friday was the start of a very interesting extended weekend. Lori, one of her daughters and I took the ferry out of Orient Point here on Long Island to New London Connecticut.

(Note: This is a long one, so if you don't want to read it, skip to the end for the token nudity.)


The ferry ride costs $44 for the car a driver (that driver would be me) and takes about 1 ½ hours. It’s either that or a 4-½ hour, 200-mile car ride through New York City and along the Connecticut coast.

Which route would you have taken?

From New London we drove about 50 miles up to Lori’s brother’s place. The trip was about an hour.


Lori’s brother’s family lives in a 170-year-old house.


The house is right on the main road, which makes trying to sleep a challenge, and it’s about a ¼ mile down wind from a dairy farm. Lori’s brother told me the dairy spreads the manure over the fields about every other day.

“I knew I recognized that odor when we got out of the car.”

We stayed with her brother until Monday morning. The only bedroom that was available was on the second floor but had no bed to sleep on. So Lori packed two twin sized air mattresses for us to sleep on. They were actually pretty comfortable, but getting up off of them was, to say the least, a challenge for jolly old BTExpress (that would be me). I forgot to take a picture of that, sorry.

Saturday Lori, her brother, his wife and I went to a very large antique fair in Brimfield, Massachusetts.


It’s advertised as the “largest outdoors antique show in New England, with over 5000 dealers from all over the country”.


I can believe it when they say it’s the largest. We arrived about 9:30 am and left at almost 5:00 PM. That was 7 ½ hours and about gazillion miles of walking and we didn’t even come close to seeing the whole thing. Here are a few pictures from the fair.





We thought the clown head in the jar looked liked the head of an evil killer clown that was removed to keep the clown from killing again. That is until someone that had the clowns headless body put the head back on and let the clown run amuck once again. What do you think?

I saw a lot of very strange things at the fair. Right after we got there we walked over to one corner at the far end and saw this old lady with one blind, gray eye that pointed off to the right and what looked like her evil killer son. The old lady even cackled when she talked. I rush Lori out of there pretty quick cause this old lady looked evil and had things for sale that were obviously possessed by evil demon curses.

And that wasn’t even the strangest thing I saw that day. While Lori was looking at one booth, I wandered off and came across a booth that had a lot of old nazi pins, a small, oval plaque that had punched out the words “MEMBER IN GOOD STANDING OF THE KKK” and an 8 ½ by 11 inch framed ‘sculpture” (I don’t know what else to call it) of a skull and cross bones made out of fucking HUMAN TEETH!!!!!! NO SHIT! HUMAN TEETH! I could tell they were human because I saw a lot of my son’s baby teeth and these looked all discolored like real teeth. The thing looked very old too.

At another booth near by I saw mixed in amongst the arrowheads and all other kinds of stuff, two stone-carved figures of a small man. The man was about three inches tall and sticking out the front was a dick about six inches long. These must have been some of the oldest dildoes made.

Sorry, no pictures of this stuff either.

My poor feet hurt so badly that when they went back for day two at the fair on Sunday, I stayed home at her brother’s. I had a good time watching football games and drinking beer.

Okay, the trip to the fair was a 45-minute, 22-mile car ride through very rural countryside. Round trip, about 50 miles. We had to take a detour on the way home due to a traffic jam of everyone trying to get out of Brimfield at the end of the day. I didn’t have to drive this leg of our journey so saved my car a few miles.

Sunday night we all met Lori’s parent in a restaurant in Putnam CT to celebrate her father’s 81st birthday. Then Monday morning, since everyone had left for work and school when we woke up, Lori and I had awesome, hot sex snuggled before we left for Lori’s parents house. We stopped at the Dunkin Donuts in Putnam for breakfast sandwiches and coffee. Then drove the back roads the rest of the way to her parent’s house in Johnston, Rhode Island.


That trip was about 45 minutes and 40 miles.

I spend most of that day working on her mother’s computers. First it was the web cam that didn’t record sound and then the old laptop that hadn’t been updated in the three years her mom had it. Then I installed a program on the laptop so her dad could chat on line with an old friend that lives on an island off the coast of China teaching school. We also watched a few home movies that were put on VHS tapes. One was of the time her dad was in Alaska in 1948. He flew planes in the army. Another one was of a family reunion from last January.

Monday morning we woke up Lori and I fooled around snuggled before a breakfast of coffee and her father’s world famous pancakes. Damn, he makes good pancakes! He gave me his secret so I’m going to see if I can duplicate his recipe. I’m very flattered he gave me his recipe for pancakes. That must mean he likes me.

We left for the ferry and home at a little after 1:00 PM. Lori’s daughter stayed behind for a visit the rest of the week. I’ll bring her back home to her house next Saturday.

See, next Saturday I’m taking Lori back up to Connecticut by ferry for her family reunion in Ashaway, RI.


That’s about a 20 mile, 20 minute drive from New London, Connecticut where the ferry docks. We are only going for the day and coming back in the evening. I really missed my bed and the thought of sleeping on the pullout sofa again that soon, just isn’t appealing to me.

Well my friends, that’s another chapter in the retired life of yours truly, Tony, aka, BTExpress.

One more thing.

The last time I made a Half-Nekkid Thursday post without nudity, I heard about it. (You know who you are and thank you so very much.) So even though I have no naked shots of Lori or me from our trip last weekend, I’m going to post a picture from an old HNT post so I don’t hear about it again. So, for my fellow horn dogs and for your voyeuristic pleasures, here's a token HNT shot of me more than half nekkid watching one of my favorite movies.

HNT - ANOTHER INTERESTING WEEKEND

Friday was the start of a very interesting extended weekend. Lori, one of her daughters and I took the ferry out of Orient Point here on Long Island to New London Connecticut.

(Note: This is a long one, so if you don't want to read it, skip to the end for the token nudity.)


The ferry ride costs $44 for the car a driver (that driver would be me) and takes about 1 ½ hours. It’s either that or a 4-½ hour, 200-mile car ride through New York City and along the Connecticut coast.

Which route would you have taken?

From New London we drove about 50 miles up to Lori’s brother’s place. The trip was about an hour.


Lori’s brother’s family lives in a 170-year-old house.


The house is right on the main road, which makes trying to sleep a challenge, and it’s about a ¼ mile down wind from a dairy farm. Lori’s brother told me the dairy spreads the manure over the fields about every other day.

“I knew I recognized that odor when we got out of the car.”

We stayed with her brother until Monday morning. The only bedroom that was available was on the second floor but had no bed to sleep on. So Lori packed two twin sized air mattresses for us to sleep on. They were actually pretty comfortable, but getting up off of them was, to say the least, a challenge for jolly old BTExpress (that would be me). I forgot to take a picture of that, sorry.

Saturday Lori, her brother, his wife and I went to a very large antique fair in Brimfield, Massachusetts.


It’s advertised as the “largest outdoors antique show in New England, with over 5000 dealers from all over the country”.


I can believe it when they say it’s the largest. We arrived about 9:30 am and left at almost 5:00 PM. That was 7 ½ hours and about gazillion miles of walking and we didn’t even come close to seeing the whole thing. Here are a few pictures from the fair.





We thought the clown head in the jar looked liked the head of an evil killer clown that was removed to keep the clown from killing again. That is until someone that had the clowns headless body put the head back on and let the clown run amuck once again. What do you think?

I saw a lot of very strange things at the fair. Right after we got there we walked over to one corner at the far end and saw this old lady with one blind, gray eye that pointed off to the right and what looked like her evil killer son. The old lady even cackled when she talked. I rush Lori out of there pretty quick cause this old lady looked evil and had things for sale that were obviously possessed by evil demon curses.

And that wasn’t even the strangest thing I saw that day. While Lori was looking at one booth, I wandered off and came across a booth that had a lot of old nazi pins, a small, oval plaque that had punched out the words “MEMBER IN GOOD STANDING OF THE KKK” and an 8 ½ by 11 inch framed ‘sculpture” (I don’t know what else to call it) of a skull and cross bones made out of fucking HUMAN TEETH!!!!!! NO SHIT! HUMAN TEETH! I could tell they were human because I saw a lot of my son’s baby teeth and these looked all discolored like real teeth. The thing looked very old too.

At another booth near by I saw mixed in amongst the arrowheads and all other kinds of stuff, two stone-carved figures of a small man. The man was about three inches tall and sticking out the front was a dick about six inches long. These must have been some of the oldest dildoes made.

Sorry, no pictures of this stuff either.

My poor feet hurt so badly that when they went back for day two at the fair on Sunday, I stayed home at her brother’s. I had a good time watching football games and drinking beer.

Okay, the trip to the fair was a 45-minute, 22-mile car ride through very rural countryside. Round trip, about 50 miles. We had to take a detour on the way home due to a traffic jam of everyone trying to get out of Brimfield at the end of the day. I didn’t have to drive this leg of our journey so saved my car a few miles.

Sunday night we all met Lori’s parent in a restaurant in Putnam CT to celebrate her father’s 81st birthday. Then Monday morning, since everyone had left for work and school when we woke up, Lori and I had awesome, hot sex snuggled before we left for Lori’s parents house. We stopped at the Dunkin Donuts in Putnam for breakfast sandwiches and coffee. Then drove the back roads the rest of the way to her parent’s house in Johnston, Rhode Island.


That trip was about 45 minutes and 40 miles.

I spend most of that day working on her mother’s computers. First it was the web cam that didn’t record sound and then the old laptop that hadn’t been updated in the three years her mom had it. Then I installed a program on the laptop so her dad could chat on line with an old friend that lives on an island off the coast of China teaching school. We also watched a few home movies that were put on VHS tapes. One was of the time her dad was in Alaska in 1948. He flew planes in the army. Another one was of a family reunion from last January.

Monday morning we woke up Lori and I fooled around snuggled before a breakfast of coffee and her father’s world famous pancakes. Damn, he makes good pancakes! He gave me his secret so I’m going to see if I can duplicate his recipe. I’m very flattered he gave me his recipe for pancakes. That must mean he likes me.

We left for the ferry and home at a little after 1:00 PM. Lori’s daughter stayed behind for a visit the rest of the week. I’ll bring her back home to her house next Saturday.

See, next Saturday I’m taking Lori back up to Connecticut by ferry for her family reunion in Ashaway, RI.


That’s about a 20 mile, 20 minute drive from New London, Connecticut where the ferry docks. We are only going for the day and coming back in the evening. I really missed my bed and the thought of sleeping on the pullout sofa again that soon, just isn’t appealing to me.

Well my friends, that’s another chapter in the retired life of yours truly, Tony, aka, BTExpress.

One more thing.

The last time I made a Half-Nekkid Thursday post without nudity, I heard about it. (You know who you are and thank you so very much.) So even though I have no naked shots of Lori or me from our trip last weekend, I’m going to post a picture from an old HNT post so I don’t hear about it again. So, for my fellow horn dogs and for your voyeuristic pleasures, here's a token HNT shot of me more than half nekkid watching one of my favorite movies.

I remember these things..........

........all TOO well.

For a trip down memory lane for the old farts out there, or for the kids out there that are interested in seeing how life was for us old farts in the olden days, check this link out.

http://oldfortyfives.com/TakeMeBackToTheSixties.htm

I remember these things..........

........all TOO well.

For a trip down memory lane for the old farts out there, or for the kids out there that are interested in seeing how life was for us old farts in the olden days, check this link out.

http://oldfortyfives.com/TakeMeBackToTheSixties.htm

I'M BACK!

I've been away for a few days, but I'm back now. Details to follow.

I'M BACK!

I've been away for a few days, but I'm back now. Details to follow.

Boat for Sale

Want to buy a boat? It comes with 300 gallons of gas.



Ya, this is really me.

Boat for Sale

Want to buy a boat? It comes with 300 gallons of gas.



Ya, this is really me.

Anniversary HNT

This past weekend Lori and I celebrated our "Sixth Month Anniversary". We met for the first time on March 4, 2006. Monday, September 4th was the actual anniversary date, but we celebrated all weekend. Here's a picture of Lori and me on our first date.


Friday night we went out to dinner for Italian food. Then we came home, showered and watched DVDs and snuggled in bed until we fell a sleep about 2:30 am.

Saturday I cooked breakfast (eggs over easy and fried SPAM) and we spent the day shopping and watched some more movies until we fell a sleep.

Sunday we went to "Bradstock XIII".


Bradstock is was day of music, food, friends and free soda, bottled water and beer. The festival’s "focus (is) on our environment and a determination to raise funds from the party to be given away to area organizations”. The event started at 10:AM and ran until 10:00 PM that night. They had two stages for the bands set up side-by-side. They started playing at 10:00 AM and a new band started every hour, so the music was non-stop. Since it was Sunday, the beer didn’t start being served until noon, but was free and all you could drink. There were six different beers from a local microbrewery, the Blue Point Brewery. The best part was I met some friends I hadn’t seen in a long time and Lori and I were invited by my friend Scott, his wife and friends to sit with them. I worked with Scott at my last job and we became good friends.

We had a great time and left about 8:30 PM. Here are some pictures we took at Bradstock.



When we got home, we ate the leftovers from Friday night’s dinner, watched some “adult” movies and snuggled until we fell a sleep. I have a copy of this so we watched it first.


Monday we went out to breakfast at Lori's favorite diner and then recreated our first date. Lori thought of doing this.

In the afternoon, we went to the movies at the same movie theater I took her too on our first date.


The first time we when to the movies we saw “Firewall” with Harrison Ford.


This time we saw “Snakes On a Plane”.


Both really good movies.

After the movie we went to Kenny’s Pub. That is the place I’ve told you so much about in my old posts. Kenny’s went out of business so we couldn’t go inside, but we still went there.


On the way to Kenny's, we stopped at a liquor store and bought a couple of shots of something so we could toast to Kenny’s and our anniversary.


Then I drove over to Kenny’s. We sat on a bench out front and made our toast.


Six months ago we ate dinner at Kenny’s, but since it was closed, we had to go somewhere else for dinner. Lori wanted to have the same thing we had on our first date; hamburgers, but this time with raw onion. We went to Ruby Tuesday for “Alpine Swiss Burgers: Peppercorn-seasoned burger topped with Swiss cheese and fresh sautéed Portobello mushroom slices”. I drank beer and Lori had Jack & Coke.

When we finished dinner, we went home. We couldn’t end the date like we did that first date, because….. well…… never mind. Let me just say we couldn’t. We did lie in bed close together cuddling and watched a movie until we fell a sleep.

Tuesday morning Lori left for work about 8:00 AM and will spend the rest of the week at to her place.

Another jam packed weekend for Tony & Lori, huh?

The fun continues this coming weekend. Friday afternoon we are taking the ferry over to Connecticut and visiting Lori’s brother and her parents. This is one of the weekends Lori and her brother go to one of those big fairs up where he lives. We will be at her brother’s place until Monday morning and then drive over to Rhode Island and visit her parents. We’ll take the ferry back to Greenport here on Long Island Monday afternoon.

Anniversary HNT

This past weekend Lori and I celebrated our "Sixth Month Anniversary". We met for the first time on March 4, 2006. Monday, September 4th was the actual anniversary date, but we celebrated all weekend. Here's a picture of Lori and me on our first date.


Friday night we went out to dinner for Italian food. Then we came home, showered and watched DVDs and snuggled in bed until we fell a sleep about 2:30 am.

Saturday I cooked breakfast (eggs over easy and fried SPAM) and we spent the day shopping and watched some more movies until we fell a sleep.

Sunday we went to "Bradstock XIII".


Bradstock is was day of music, food, friends and free soda, bottled water and beer. The festival’s "focus (is) on our environment and a determination to raise funds from the party to be given away to area organizations”. The event started at 10:AM and ran until 10:00 PM that night. They had two stages for the bands set up side-by-side. They started playing at 10:00 AM and a new band started every hour, so the music was non-stop. Since it was Sunday, the beer didn’t start being served until noon, but was free and all you could drink. There were six different beers from a local microbrewery, the Blue Point Brewery. The best part was I met some friends I hadn’t seen in a long time and Lori and I were invited by my friend Scott, his wife and friends to sit with them. I worked with Scott at my last job and we became good friends.

We had a great time and left about 8:30 PM. Here are some pictures we took at Bradstock.



When we got home, we ate the leftovers from Friday night’s dinner, watched some “adult” movies and snuggled until we fell a sleep. I have a copy of this so we watched it first.


Monday we went out to breakfast at Lori's favorite diner and then recreated our first date. Lori thought of doing this.

In the afternoon, we went to the movies at the same movie theater I took her too on our first date.


The first time we when to the movies we saw “Firewall” with Harrison Ford.


This time we saw “Snakes On a Plane”.


Both really good movies.

After the movie we went to Kenny’s Pub. That is the place I’ve told you so much about in my old posts. Kenny’s went out of business so we couldn’t go inside, but we still went there.


On the way to Kenny's, we stopped at a liquor store and bought a couple of shots of something so we could toast to Kenny’s and our anniversary.


Then I drove over to Kenny’s. We sat on a bench out front and made our toast.


Six months ago we ate dinner at Kenny’s, but since it was closed, we had to go somewhere else for dinner. Lori wanted to have the same thing we had on our first date; hamburgers, but this time with raw onion. We went to Ruby Tuesday for “Alpine Swiss Burgers: Peppercorn-seasoned burger topped with Swiss cheese and fresh sautéed Portobello mushroom slices”. I drank beer and Lori had Jack & Coke.

When we finished dinner, we went home. We couldn’t end the date like we did that first date, because….. well…… never mind. Let me just say we couldn’t. We did lie in bed close together cuddling and watched a movie until we fell a sleep.

Tuesday morning Lori left for work about 8:00 AM and will spend the rest of the week at to her place.

Another jam packed weekend for Tony & Lori, huh?

The fun continues this coming weekend. Friday afternoon we are taking the ferry over to Connecticut and visiting Lori’s brother and her parents. This is one of the weekends Lori and her brother go to one of those big fairs up where he lives. We will be at her brother’s place until Monday morning and then drive over to Rhode Island and visit her parents. We’ll take the ferry back to Greenport here on Long Island Monday afternoon.