eat your heart out
Yesterday instead of via the main elevator and boardwalk, I rode our elevator down to level 2 and walked across the lovely green park that's over the ground-level garage,
snapping a shot of the scaffolding going up on the park side of the buildings as recovery from HMichael continues. We are recovering not the same but different somehow. Driving out to Tyndall AFB last Saturday we noticed, only from Tyndall Parkway, that the Calloway Parker area does not look to be recovering, including on out US98 between the end of Tyndall Parkway (traffic light intersection where the bowling alley was) and Tyndall Bridge it looks as if people have just given up and moved away. Indeed, Linda said she read somewhere that some seventy percent of the Calloway population, where many Tyndall people have lived over the years, is gone. And, frankly, what we saw at Tyndall seems consistent with quietly shifting it to a reserve base, as was done with Homestead after Hurricane Andrew. With the current state of our political clout in WashDC, which is how these major expenditure decisions are made, losing TAFB seems not at all unlikely. My hope would be the federal government keeping all that property though, because if it moves to private ownership it will be built up in the same mix of high-rises and shabby not chic that now inhabit PCB.
Out to Breakfast Point for my birthday dinner
of rib roast, asparagus and cauliflower
and Ray said "tell Papa not to bring wine, I bought him a bottle of dry red", perfect that I shot the label and brought the remainder home after
Malinda retired to her rooms after dinner, but the rest of us went out and Ray shot a family birthday picture
from his new drone that impresses the aitch out of me,
quite an air threat and that can swoop down, under other circumstances fire its weapon, and be gone.
Tuesday morning now, back in 7H. Linda is taking care of the silver flatware. We got silver for wedding presents, Linda has her mother's silver, she has given Joe a full set from it, and there's silver here that's no longer in fashion or use. The iced tea spoons with the long handles,
oodles of demitasse spoons, I guess we still have those little cups. Salt spoons. These are among the things that the next generation wants not but that they'll be getting anyway, sorting through in some future and asking aloud "why didn't mom and dad get rid of all this stuff?" The answer is "why should we bother when we have you to do that for us."
Here's me in the birthday hat Ray gave me a couple years ago. Eat your heart out
and to all a good morning.
RSF&PTL
snapping a shot of the scaffolding going up on the park side of the buildings as recovery from HMichael continues. We are recovering not the same but different somehow. Driving out to Tyndall AFB last Saturday we noticed, only from Tyndall Parkway, that the Calloway Parker area does not look to be recovering, including on out US98 between the end of Tyndall Parkway (traffic light intersection where the bowling alley was) and Tyndall Bridge it looks as if people have just given up and moved away. Indeed, Linda said she read somewhere that some seventy percent of the Calloway population, where many Tyndall people have lived over the years, is gone. And, frankly, what we saw at Tyndall seems consistent with quietly shifting it to a reserve base, as was done with Homestead after Hurricane Andrew. With the current state of our political clout in WashDC, which is how these major expenditure decisions are made, losing TAFB seems not at all unlikely. My hope would be the federal government keeping all that property though, because if it moves to private ownership it will be built up in the same mix of high-rises and shabby not chic that now inhabit PCB.
Out to Breakfast Point for my birthday dinner
of rib roast, asparagus and cauliflower
and Ray said "tell Papa not to bring wine, I bought him a bottle of dry red", perfect that I shot the label and brought the remainder home after
Malinda retired to her rooms after dinner, but the rest of us went out and Ray shot a family birthday picture
from his new drone that impresses the aitch out of me,
quite an air threat and that can swoop down, under other circumstances fire its weapon, and be gone.
Tuesday morning now, back in 7H. Linda is taking care of the silver flatware. We got silver for wedding presents, Linda has her mother's silver, she has given Joe a full set from it, and there's silver here that's no longer in fashion or use. The iced tea spoons with the long handles,
oodles of demitasse spoons, I guess we still have those little cups. Salt spoons. These are among the things that the next generation wants not but that they'll be getting anyway, sorting through in some future and asking aloud "why didn't mom and dad get rid of all this stuff?" The answer is "why should we bother when we have you to do that for us."
Here's me in the birthday hat Ray gave me a couple years ago. Eat your heart out
and to all a good morning.
RSF&PTL