A fact of my life is that I lived in the wrong day and age - - too late for my enthusiasms. Were I to have planned it myself I'd have been, like Lamont Cranston, a wealthy young man about town in the early 1930s. In my early middle-age I'd have downsized modestly in the early 1940s so as not to present myself ostentatiously during that Time of the Great Depression, to a car such as this 1941 Packard One-Twenty sedan. Time, after my grandfathers' prime, When long-distance travel here in America was by the trains that I remember and loved, specifically the Pullman Palace Cars that were air-conditioned.  And also When, days that I wanted to go to Pensacola to visit my brother, I could walk down to the train depot that was here in St Andrews and board for the ride instead of driving. Well, I got part of that, didn't I -> in my day, if you wanted to go to Dothan or Atlanta, you could ride up on the Bay Line; did it more than once. ... those were the days, my friend, I t...

Barbara Crafton writes well. Sean of the South writes well. I know good writing, and I do not write well, but then I only started out writing to post a daily report of my health adventure, mid-October 2010, and it devolved from there, somewhat chronicling my journey from age 75 to age 90.  Right then, what do I do well? Well, eat. Right now for example: recently online looking for something else, IDK what, maybe wondering why my favorite lobster source went out of business, I came across a website offering lumpfish black caviar at an astonishing price. Skeptical, I researched it a bit and found it thusly legitimate that with my magic mug of hot & black this morning I'm having a sizable mound of caviar on cream cheese smeared on saltines, three of them. I grant you, it's not Osetra or Beluga caviar, but it's a decent treat anyway, and it's distracting me from this morning's scheduled trip to the dermatologist for yet more surgery on my face.  Surgery on my right ...

their web page https://asappanamacity.org/donate Ecclesiastes 3 (KJV) 3:1 To every thing there is a season,  and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 a time to be born, and a time to die;  a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;  a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;  a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 a time to cast away stones,  and a time to gather stones together;  a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 a time to get, and a time to lose;  a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 a time to rend, and a time to sew;  a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 a time to love, and a time to hate;  a time of war, and a time of peace. 9 What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? 10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. 11 He hat...

  As a precaution for urinary tract health, Linda has been drinking this Ocean Spray cranberry juice product, about four ounces a day. This morning, Saturday, Nov 8, 2025, she finished the current bottle, pouring its remaining contents into her glass. Out of the bottom of the bottle, this paper-thin, rubbery object plopped into her glass. I photographed it, and the bottle it came from, and the "best by" date stamped on the bottle's lid. The experience is repulsive and quite sickening. We are switching to another brand of cranberry juice, maybe POM or Knudsen, and will never under any circumstances buy another Ocean Spray juice product.  Thursday evening, Linda's primary care physician's office phoned her to say that her lab work shows a UTI, and that they called in a prescription to Sam's Pharmacy, to be picked up and started immediately; which we did first thing yesterday, Friday morning. I am curious as to whether this strange object in her juice could have ...

What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground. Ninety is different. Not necessarily for everyone, speak for yourself, I'm speaking for me. Different from eighty-something. I'm experiencing, tasting, licking one finger and holding it up to the wind to judge whether the math is fun and good at ninety, the polls are closed but the votes are not all counted, and there's a one-hoss-shay sense about it, not so instant and total a pile of dust, but all of a sudden pieces are falling off.  Despite hearing aids, the hearing is harder, I need a trip to the audiologist. There's a right eye problem: ointment for the Time gap until surgery early December; the doctor said the cataracts too but I said No, Not At Ninety and he said I Understand. CHF only goes one way, so a new echocardiogram next Wednesday. A nose issue: dermatology surgery the end of next week.  A late afternoon in...

  USS Pierre (LCS 38)  entering port for commissioning here, 1:30 today.