Get a grip folks,….what the hell is wrong with you, …the unemployment rate is not only the lowest of this entire Century, but so is the rate for Blacks, Hispanics, virtually anyone that wants to work, the lowest rate of the segment of workers who have given up looking for work, and on, and on, and on! So what’s your problem!

You all have seen lower annual income tax requirements, and a number of us have received “bonuses” from out companies, because they now can afford to not only pay them, but meet the needs of their companies that allows them to expand and thrive, not “starve even more”, as has been the plight of the last 15 years.

The “trash talk” and innuendo’s of the LIBTARDS, ain’t helping us recover or be better off,….”and that’s a fact Jack”, from Bill Murray in “Stripes”.

You think I’m exaggerating? Chuck Schumer, Nancy Pelosi, “Pocahontas” (Elizabeth Warren) from Massachusetts, John Kerry who had to apply three times for a Purple Heart who took a bullet that just “grazed his Butt”!!

The best movie ever made is Jimmy Stewart, in a movie , (He was also a former Brigadier General in the U.S. Air Force) called “Mr Smith goes to Washington” watch it and see how far we have come, (Facist comment) a very sad commentary when you think we put a man on the Moon, and have fighter planes that are “stealth”, and have spent “TRILLIONS” on research, eliminated Polio, can stop Ebola, perform surgeries that were virtually unknown 15 years ago , and have given us life spans 15-20 years longer!! THAT is the United States being great again, CAN accomplish, never mind the communist teat called “welfare” “unemployment compensation” and the crap we dare to call “the rights of the poor”!!

There is no excuse for not being “The American greatness again”, other than just plain old fashion STUPIDITY!

GOD DOES BLESS AMERICA!!

May 5, 2018

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Posted by: guinness222 | April 28, 2018

So about Oceanography,….and life!

Where we left off I had selected a College, Hillsdale College in Michigan, that I wanted to go to earn my degree, and that degree would be in US History and our great CONSTITUTION. That is what really holds our country together, and the current assaults on it are both despicable, and totally deplorable. It, The Constitution, needs both explainers and defenders. (I’ll write on that next time).

Anyway, in 1966, duping my “U.S. Navy Career”, I received orders to report to Lakehurst Naval Air Station in New Jersey, to attend an advanced school in “Anti-submarine Warfare Environmental Services Prediction”, ASWEPS.

HUH? I was a weather observer,hopefully someday, a full forecaster, (what’s going on?) Seems like the increase in the “Cold War” increased submarine warfare, we all played the game, both offensively and defensively because we both we needed to know where the others submarines were all the time.

After my 6 or 8 weeks, of intensive study, (like 8-10 hours per day, Monday – Friday) I was then assigned to COMCARDIV 20, and the staff of the Commander of Carrier Division Twenty, a Rear Admiral, “TD”is a good Davies, who had his own legitimate claims to fame and bravery during WWII,” and after the War, the record non-stop flight of a P2V aircraft from Australia to Ohio”. He was aboard the his Flag Ship an Aircraft Carrier, (the original WW2 World War Carrier USS Essex) formerly a CVA, and the original of the Essex Class. (It was launched in 1942 as an attack carrier with a Squadron of Fighter Planes), It had been recently re-classified to a “CVS”, a Support Carrier, whose mission was to maintain a full surveillance and support base, for aircraft and Submarines, particularly from Russia during the “Cold War” in (1965-69) . It was their job was to detect, identify, track and maintain observance of our Nations foes, a/k/a trying to gain a leg up on us in intensity UNDERWATER, in the event that it was necessary to be a “hotter” surveillance and it could make us the inevitable winner by knowing where they were at all times, and their capabilities for an undersea attack, should we ever have to go to it!

To accomplish the goal two things were necessary, a solid knowledge of the Ocean, it’s currents, Temperature, chemistry and particularly the anomalies and their effects on Sound., It seemed to be a glamorous, and exciting” adventure, but from a nine to five position it could be very boring, and routine! And despite the vast and great Navy we had, it was aimed at the strategies of 19th and 20th century “warfare at sea”, and NOT the key that it was not your typical “land battle” as warfare strategies that existed for centuries, but an all new stage of warfare, tactics, and staffing requirements, particularly those being developed through the rapidly development of science!

We had some ideas as to what their weaponry was, it’s limits, it’s ability and capacity to damage our fleets, flyers, and ships, and they had an idea of ours. We were the real “chicks” in the game of chicken. We were NOT in a defensive war, but in creating both an offensive strategy, and defensive shield for our homeland, and the rest of our fleet.

Since we had all kinds of “time-off” between shifts in this new field, I was doing a lot of questioning and discussing with the Pilots of our squadrons, (I had to brief them all before missions with both weather and “sound” conditions and “thermocline” cuts, (the depth at which the water ceases to go down temperature wise, and gradually rises to reflect the effect of our planet’s molten core temperature on our “Big Blue Marble, Planet Earth.

I deviate, with that much time to read, research, study, it was a little “heaven on earth” for me, time to learn more and think more. But after my “hitch” of six years, I knew FINALLY where my interests lye,…….in our History as a country, and our world as a Jar of fluid of quicksilver. When you juxtapose them you come to realize the immensity of the problem. $/5’s of our planet is under a “blanket” of water, of which we know virtually nothing, YET the next war will be fought on and particularly UNDER it!

Interestingly enough our Navy had never really “focused” on the waters on which it had made it’s fame in sailing and advancing the engineering and development of better ships. But consider that Admiral Hymen Rickover, beginning in the 1950’s was both championing it, and working on an “ultimate weapon” in the form of a ship which could sail the seven seas, SUBMERGED for a large part of a year, yet be self sustaining. Going to untested depths, moving in virtual silence amongst the topography of the undersea world. With it came a myriad of problems, first being able to actually do it, without imploding, and working it with a much higher educated crew, of experts, enlisted as well as officers, all while being locked in an oversized “cigar tube” for extended periods of time, as well as the effects on the mental health of everyone, and maintaining the “structure” of a United States Navy ship.

The bottom line is that we had to “invent” the entire thing, (and it was the equivalent of putting a man on the moon in isolation, surrounded by a totally unsurvivable atmosphere, and an unrescuable potential, if disaster struck!

I personally learned as much as was humanly possible both inside and outside the limitations and restrictions of the Navy’s available data. I sought additional information and exchanges of ideas with the world famous WoodsHole Laboratories, and even received permission and travelled to Woods Hole, with Admiral Davies to see if we could glean better inside for the Navy’s missions. (I was subsequently offered a position at WoodsHole, which I had to decline, aboard the Research Vessel “ALVIN” which discovered the site of the sunken wreckage of the Titanic.) I wanted to complete my enlistment in the Navy, and return to my family (Wife Barbara, and children Shawn and Christine) who had been holding down the fort while I was at sea.

There were virtually no Colleges or Universities I could even consider price wise, with Oceanography disciplines that I could consider even with my GI Bill of Rights. So I had to fallback to my second love “History” and began Junior College and then State College,….and ultimately became an entrepreneur and businessman. But enough about me!

We have ultimately accomplished the goals form the 1960’s, and gone far beyond them from whaat I can tell. Obviously it is probably still classified and held tightly to the chest. But what we now know we should not only feel proud and secure of MY Navy and how they have acquitted themselves into the 21st Century.

My only wish for the Navy would be to establish a “Rating” for “Oceanographer” and give more Sailors the opportunities to play a bigger role in our countries protection!

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April 28, 2018

Posted by: guinness222 | April 21, 2018

“I’m just workin’ my way back to poverty!”

Welcome to not the “The American Dream”, but “The American Nightmare”!!

Now I know a lot of you do not agree with me, BUT IF you can be honest with yourself, please ask yourself one question, “Are you better off now than you were ten years ago?” BE HONEST, this is not a quiz,…it is a reality check!!!

I’m going to share some very personal information with you in the next few paragraphs, and if this gets too long I might even make it a part I and part II blog. But before I start a new wrinkle for you.  And a news flash from this morning, September 16, 2010:

Breaking News from ABCNEWS.com:

U.S. Poverty Rate Jumps to 14.3 Percent, Highest Since 1994 [10:10 a.m. ET]

I’ve been writing this particular blog for five years plus, ( now 15 years in total!!!), and now that I am officially “over the hill” and 65, (now 73+),…well as they say in the mob, “I made my bones”. BUT the sheer marvel is that I CAN write this in America because our founding fathers insured it with the Constitution and Bill of Rights,……but are we better off today?

Let’s examine it more closely. Yes we are virtually guaranteed to live longer, healthier lives. Supposedly it will also be more “prosperous”, (whatever that REALLY means), but lets examine what these great things are costing us.

Now back to reality checking. When the “good news” is that only 424,000 filed NEW unemployment claims instead of 459,000 as they did last month,…..well pardon me if I’m stupid, but that’s 800,000+ folks filing for unemployment, in just the last two months! Why is that “good news”?

I am now “functionally” unemployed. My company has no paying clients left at the present time, I’m “trolling” for new ones, but there is no money out there, particularly in the Community Association living business. Some of those 800,000 I mentioned above, live in condo’s, and homes, that they can’t afford their own mortgages, let alone the monthly “Association dues”, which can run from $80 a month to well over $1500 a month. So, as I’ve pointed out before, one of the “toxic assets” in Association living is that those who have paid must pay more to make up the difference from those who have not paid, for whatever reason, so all the vendors, i.e electric company, gas company, water and sewer company etc. get paid. If they don’t, those services are shut off!! Talk about a quick way to create an instant ghetto!

That then results in decreased property values, inability to sell your property at anything but a big loss, no way to cover the loss, so you are stuck. And like a lot of folks are doing, is just “walking away”. Old lines like “Your credit will be ruined”, and “You’ll never be able to buy another house” are all the new, “So what?”, with the defeated shrug of the shoulders.

Something is wrong when you reach my age at 66, (actually 73 now trying to finish some old “drafts”, and it’s getting dicey again as well!) and you realize you have less of everything than you ever had before. Everything you have is holding on “by the skin of your teeth”, the new reasonable was the absurd twenty years ago. I remember buying my wife a new BMW in 1988, a mere 30 years ago, and it was over $31,000, but it was the top of the line, quality built, totally reliable, and safe car. Now a little “crackerbox” that is a hybrid is in the $40,000 area, and that little BMW in the 2010 model is over $55,000. Is that insanity?

Salaries are not keeping up with costs, people are reaching the edge of the abyss and looking over the edge, and it ain’t pretty out there anymore already! But Donald Trump the country’s greatest egotist, BUT a pragmatist who makes it happen, (sometimes by pure personal charisma and “balls” has become our President in these United States!

I’m all in with the Donald, to him this is a simple problem and deals and negotiation, his forte, are what is needed. His ONLY mistake thus far is underestimating the DEPTH and EXTENT of the internal CORRUPTION of the legislative branches of our “government”!

Can it be fixed,…..ABSOLUTELY,….BUT, only by President Trump! Because it takes a hard nosed cynical private sector, self created guy with more money than most of the legislators have been able to steal, swindle, or otherwise amass from the people of this country.

The “Trump haters” as well as the “deep state”, have decided to, as the old adage says, “Beg, Borrow, Lie, Steal, Cheat ” and otherwise otherwise operate by the policies and guidelines set up in the old children’s story,….”The Emperor has no clothes”! (Read it for us both, and alas you will recognize the “Sheeple” of America!

Well time to end this one and clear another “draft’ from my “Pending” basket!

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April 21 2018

Posted by: guinness222 | April 17, 2018

I’m gettin’ old!!!

I’m sitting here with a glass of Pinot Grigio, just relaxing,reading e-mails , and otherwise “passing the day”,….but DAMN there is a group of 18, (yes I counted the idiots!),old farts who played golf today, and are getting together to lie to each other, about their scores,their ‘prowess’ with golfclubs, and whatever else should arise!!
One beer from now they will all bail out and go home (Thank god!!) They are all on “short leashes, and one beer is all the “allowance” your wife gives you will pay for, and don’t even think about pulling out a credit card for #2, or life as you know it will end the day the statement lands in your mailbox (you know what I mean?)
Such is the life of old farts in the “elephant burial grounds” of Florida.

Now I bear them no ill will, for I too, am an “old fart living in Florida” as well!

Do they understand where we are in this really screwed up world of ours, today, (That we let you damn POLITICIANS screw up for us??. It’s 2018, …..nor do they even care about it? That’s what really bothers me I guess. Guess they feel like the folks who got a twenty-five year “time-out” in the prison system, and just got released. The attitude is more of a “not my problem,…go away and solve it yourself, besides I’ll be “dust” soon enough!

The difference is that I care as did most of our founding Fathers, who were “old farts” at the time BUT, they made the difference, and it’s WHY we are still governing ourselves today and forging ahead, like it or not.

I always “row against the tide”, or “swim upstream,, like the salmon. I do it to be a force for change, to promote the awareness that we are living within a VERY fragile framework designed to allow a “self governing society”, ….BUT ONLY AS LONG AS THOSE WHO ARE GOVERNED ARE WILLING TO MANAGE, AND CHERISH IT PROPERLY WILL IT BE SO!!!

And I hate to break the news to you,BUT,……WE HAVE BEATEN IT, MISMANAGED IT, AND OTHERWISE FAILED IN OUR RESPONSIBILITIES TO THIS, OUR, COUNTRY! How many times do we think it can “CYA” Cover our A**, before it crumbles, …..and we are left to the “majority” of the idiots discretion!

The current move is toward a more “socialist agenda”, better medical care, (for less money of course), better food and commodities pricing, (all less money for us, the Citizen), and virtually anything else you can think of that the “government” will simply give us, the money, the credit, or whatever else that WE don’t have to pay for!!

That is all well and good,….BUT as we all know the other shoe “will drop”, the Piper will call for his “Due”, and you will then find out you DON’T HAVE IT!!! What then,…read history, it NEVER ends well in that situation, for those that “OWE” the government!

‘Nuff said, I tire easily talking to brick walls,…….(sigh) that’s why old farts play golf, lie about their prowess, and scores, and have allowances for only ONE beer!

That. Is until the government raises the price of a “draft” 12 oz. beer to $35,000 each to cover the “make-up money”needed, (a/k/a “fair share taxes”)

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April 17, 2018

Posted by: guinness222 | April 9, 2018

Jumping in the Deepend,…..AGAIN!!!

The past two years I, I have sort of “semi-retired”. There really are “burnout curves” in all businesses, believe it or not. Where our parents, the first  post WW2 baby boom parent era, were trying to recover from 6-8 years of SERIOUS war footing in the United States of America and establish a new life as well, everything rocketed ahead. That my friends was a “real” economic recovery, and it brought with it changes larger than those of the industrial revolution of centuries prior to that time.

Just coming out of the “Great Depression”, costs rising, a whole new workforce that was created,grew up and materialized in that scant moment of time! The women of America, and then the return of hundreds of Veterans at least five years out of touch with the American workforce, it’s union controlled backbone, and it’s maximum development of Henry Fords original assembly line techniques, was all that was needed to create the growth it provided, …BUT cheap labor, as well, which the end of the War was just dumping into the country by the boatloads!

The men were readily employed, the women also, and the “two income family” of the 20th Century began it’s ascendancy. The money dumped into the economy from new home building and sales, appliances, clothing and automobiles was unbelievable.

I grew up in that era,it didn’t take our parents long to realize that THEY were responsible for how to DRIVE this economy forward further and better for THEIR new families. Hence my generation was born, and the value to become better educated was really stepped up. Virtually everyone born after 1945 was expected to become college educated, while their parents sacrificed a”whole bunch” to insure it happened. The parents realized that working “on the line” was not a long term path to success, but the short term potential to insure their kids would prosper even more, and be smart enough to “command” the forces of the various markets to develope and bring sanity and balance back to the world in general, and be smart enough to know WAR was not good for anyone!

But life has a way of backfiring on everyone! While the parents worked like dogs to provide, and save to pay the college tuitions and boarding fees, and the children were being presented with more learning opportunities than we ever knew  could be available. But the dark forces were gathering!

With parents, and children working like never before, the unions were trying to recover from a number of efforts to unblock the myriad of legal efforts at “breaking” their monopoly and power. At the same time the evil temptations of “Socialism” began, and subsequently the synonymous “Liberal” and “Progressive” movements. They gained huge advances in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. Our people got lazy, thought about an easier life, a life that provided whatever they “wanted”, vs. “needed” to have an even footing to better ourselves.

And so the “old engine” of the economic tidal wave, it’s blue collar and female work forces began to retire,….and age.. and the wave began to falter. Socialism’s pervasive spread began, as did new things on the business horizon,…..computers, mass marketing, communications, and the adjunct results of the College Baby Boomers.

While some things are good, and some bad,…..we keep moving along, a little faster than we should at times, and for sure not the smartest way of doing it! The new pharmaceutical and other medical advancements started rolling by at 100 miles an hour,….and life seemed better,….at least for now!

But as prices spiraled, so did the demand for more income, more profits, and in general just plain MORE of everything, but that demand started to seriously undermine our health as Americans as we got older. Where 70 years ago children basically had parents move in with them for the rest of their lives, now kids were moving back home with parents because they could not afford to go on and be able to be self sufficient after $50 – $400,000 or more in tuitions, and the plethora of specialized degrees were nearly useless, because they were not able to be a “building block” in a career ladder, but only another rung in an ever weakening ladder!

The “ancient” arts like speaking correctly and in whole sentences, the ability to use “logic” to prove theory, and thoughts, and the ability to simply “write” were being minimized. A new dictionary, as well as phrases, and all things civil, (including basic manners, respect for others and self respect dwindled to points of real concern).

But trudge on we do and oblivious to the long term ramifications of that oblivion, which the rest of those “left behind”, can do nothing but watch, while we are reminded that all that glitters is not gold. To make the point I am reminded of a past Speaker of The House of Representatives, Nancy Pelosi, who had the colossal NERVE, let alone the APPALLING IGNORANCE, to tell the US Citizens that they had to pass the Health Care Bill proposed by the Executive branch of Barrack Obama’s Government, before they could read it and evaluate it’s points!! But after passing it and the truth became clear that the “Emperor had no Clothes”,…..we were still mandated to accept it as law!

While this may seem a little dire,…..look around you. THINK about what you see EVERY DAY, look at what our newly minted Degrees are getting our children, check and see how many of them are still at home, until “the big break” happens,…..and on another note see what has happened to religion in the WORLD is today! It’s declining fast, and the underpinning of belief and little qualities like HOPE, FAITH, COMMITMENT, INTEGRITY, AND A HUNDRED MORE THINGS that are almost gone from the list of vanishing factors in greatness of a Society are all about.

But I’m just saying,….for all we have gained, all we have learned, ……are we REALLY ahead, or are we simply slipping backwards into the Tar Pits of the “GREAT ERA”!

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4/9/2018

So. Now you know all about Mr. Hiss, from being a newborn kitten, to a week ago Wednesday, January 17, 2018, his last day with us. Now the wrap up and final memories for you.

On Wednesday January 10th our Pastor, Fr. Kevin Thomas Johnson passed away, and his final service was scheduled for Tuesday January 16th. As Barbara was preparing for the Cantor and Choir accompaniment for his service, and I for my attendance an robing as a Liturgical Assisstant at the Service,…..Mr. Hiss was REALLY beginning to fail. He stopped eating virtually anything, let alone enough to survive on, and was doing nothing but drinking from his favorite “Fountain of Youth”, our two toilets. He relocated during the last days to the second floor, and camped out in front of the bathroom door, and just sat. It was really becoming difficult for him to move about. I had to carry him up and down the stairs sometimes, the last week or two, as he could hardly get around. When he was downstairs, he remained just curled up on his “blankly” on the couch, and he was showing signs of Demetria as well, and sometimes just stood and stared blankly. He always, ever since he was a kitten fought against being picked up, but now there was no resistance, and even when we could pick him up it would not be longer than 30 seconds, and he would begin to fuss and wiggle to get down an even if you cradled him he clearly was saying,”OK I love you too, but let’s not get all emotional about it!” (After all he was a male cat!)

In the mornings for years he used to come into our bedroom and just jump up on the bed at our feet and curl up and napped, but more recently he wanted to be closer, and snuggle with us as well, which neither Barbra nor I minded in the least.

When I meditated, every morning and evening, he would always find me when the gong to start the meditation period went off and he would “appear”and jump up in my lap, and lay perfectly still and meditate with me. Not a joke folks, he would cuddle up in my lap until he was beginning to “chill-out”, and then would stretch out his entire length down to my toes and just become a totally relaxed and focused cat. He would never miss a session, and after the gong went off at the end of our session he would get up, quietly and jump over onto his “blanky” on the couch and take a real nap for a while, but he was struggling even to make this two or three foot crossing without slipping. Monday and Tuesday last week he was becoming so weak he could hardly stand up, so I had to pick him up and put him on the couch.

Ok,…..I’m a  “ Woose!”. But that Tuesday afternoon, after we returned from our Pastor’s funeral service, and we saw his imminent condition and plight, I called the Vet and made an emergency appointment for him The next day Wednesday January 17, 2018, I ,add an afternoon appointment at 3:00pm, because we were really concerned as I said before, and he never moved from his couch position that night and within the last two weeks he would be loudly vocal several times a day, like he was lost, or confused or ,….simply just scared of what was happening, “in his world”.

That night I put him on his “blanky”  on the couch and he just lay there, it was as if his fight had gone and he was just letting go to whatever was driving him inside. I had a hard time sleeping and finally got up about 3:30 or 4:00am,….and went out on the couch to sit with him and pet him. His muscle tone was completely gone, and he seemed to welcome the human touch as opposed to just the old surprised “mew” when you touched him. I spent an hour and a half with him, patting him, and we both knew, we were reaching the end of his life with us and on this planet. My wife was hoping death would just come naturally and we would wake up one morning and he would have passed away. Not as a wish, but as opposed to having to watch his pain and distress as he passed away.

That afternoon at the Vet’s Office, at 3pm we were sitting there with him in the waiting room, waiting to be called, he barely was even moving in his carrier, and had ignored the four or five little treats we usually put in the carrier during transport to the Vet’s, to distract him and get him to accept being there.

The Vet apparently had a “difficult case” that lasted longer than anticipated, and it was almost four pm when we got in to the examining room, weight wise it was even obvious to the vet, Mr. Hiss  had lost very significant more weight in the three weeks since we had been there , to have them check out his “failing condition”. No words were necessary, we all silently agreed the time had come to end any suffering and distress he was having and release him to “kitty cat heaven”, where he could play and just BE a happy kitty cat! The Vet looked to both of us and the little nod told the story,…..we agreed. He gently shaved a spot on Mr. Hiss’s left foreleg and injected him and within seconds he went calm and quiet, and his eyes became dialated, fixed and blank. We both continued to pet him and talk to him for a minute or so, and the Vet put a stethoscope on him in a couple of places, and lifted his head and looked at us and simply said,….”He’s gone”.

While there was a sense of relief that he was no longer struggling, or wondering why, ……we had just lost 18 and a half years of never ending love, and affection, and a member of our family.

While our youngest Son, Jay, passed away this past February, at 40, from Bacterial Meningitis, and we loved him as well. He was a human being and a “grown up”, a Husband, a Father of two Children, and a totally unique person, whom we will always miss and remember for his 40 years on this earth, but there is still a big difference.

Pets offer you an unconditional love, they can melt your heart as quickly as “aggravate you”, but they work hard to never disappoint you and will always world hard to trust and love you totally to the absolute end of life.

I’m sure there is a pet “heaven”, and Barbara and I are equally positive that Mr. Hiss is there,… and is happy, and unfettered,…..after all, they are what they are, but we really are continuing to have a hell of a time trying to live without them!

Good bye Mr. Hiss,….we love you and miss you and after a while we’ll go and get another kitty kat, but you are the model, and the standard, the original kitty cat.

Enjoy your new life and always be happy and good to everyone, what more can we ask?

Rest In Peace.

January 23, 2018

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Posted by: guinness222 | February 28, 2018

Why are most of the Good Irish Pubs gone?

Of course I’m a tad biased, having owned an Irish Pub which may or may not be open under a different name, and I am sure run more “for the buck” , than for the cultural mainstay of the Irish heritage and it’s ‘contribution’ to building it’s local community.

Would I do it again? In a heartbeat, but like the true Pubs of Ireland, the owner, moi, would have to live in the Pub because my wife has indicated in granite terms that my “Pub owner”days are long since over,…..but I can dream can’t I?

The bar business is rough, not physically re: fights, brawls, etc. but it is long hours, everywhere and rule number one is that EVERYONE can, and may, “steal” from you, even relatives(I will say that never to my knowledge did any of MY relatives steal from me!). I say that not to disparage any relatives that ever worked for me, but to put your head where it needs to be at all times,…..or just take your investment dollars, and put it in a pile in the back yard , pour gasoline on it, and drop a lit match in the pile! Now it’s not the blatant reach in the till and scoop some money, even though that happens sometimes, but pouring “top shelf” premium liquor for “well” or “2 for $4.99” booze shots, and then pouring it like it was water. Instead of the 17 shots you should get from a fifth of liquor you might get 10 or 12. Do the math! Or that Filet Mignon how about prime beef that is “short”,that is sold as “Kiddie burger” to your roomates and your girl friends,….I could go on but you got the point.

But today was St Patricks Day, so I am off to the gym to work up a sweat, hoist a couple of pints and then home to avoid the “amateur night” of a usual St. Paddys day, but since it falls in the point blank middle of “Spring Break”,….well I just don’t want to be out there,….it’s usually ugly!!

Must be doing me good, my Cardiologist told me to tell the nurse to book me another appointment in 12 months, no need to waste my time and his every six months since I’m doing so well.

NOW shift, three months later!!

Try and get back in the serious exercise mode and about to make the final decision and become a “biker”! Not the Harley kind, but the Cannondale Hybrid kind,….you know with the spandex and the ultralight helmet, and of course the multi-colored skin tight shirt and serious “give me your best shot, ‘car droid’ ” type.
Need to change up the exercise program, shave my legs, and drop another 20 lbs.
Still have more research to do on the equipment, but , (maybe sorta”) AND I will not really do too much serious riding until the temperature “chills” in the September period.

But what about the “PEOPLE” aspect of a Pub,……that’s usually considered a “saloon”, “gin-joint”, a “drunk-refill station”,…….Not necessarily! Let me explain.

First of all,….WE ARE ALL HUMAN! That means despite how many Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s you say,….Life goes on, and it’s usually not pretty,….it’s HARD.

I could write for months on that but you’d fall asleep in three pages. Suffice to say, “bosses” are not necessarily “kind, and understanding”, customers want, and need, more than the “on Sale” draft beer deal and the free “chips and Salsa” from the wait staff.

Vendors WANT your money, regardless of their “flaws” in quality, consistency, etc. It’s what they were told to “PUSH” this week, because their bosses bought to much, got the wrong products, or simply took their word for how great it was, an HOW MUCH YOU WILL SELL. Kind of like a used car dealer whose attitude is simply is “TELL’EM ANYTHING,…..BUT MAKE THE SALE!!!”, Or as you know at the end of the month remember we review sales performance to “MAXIMIZE THE PERFORMANCE OF THE COMPANY!” Be on the right side of the ledger when we make decisions as to who is “good”, and who is “necessary ” to our success.

BUT an Irish Pub isn’t about ANY of that, ….it’s a people business!! It’s a proverbial “watering hole” for the neighborhood,……but it has changed into the “stereo type”, barroom” not the neighborhood, “BAR” . That is flat-ass BAD!

Next Post, “What do people matter,…it’s simply a business,…bring in the bucks, or close the doors!”

2/28/2018

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Posted by: guinness222 | January 26, 2018

It’s a damn PLOT to stop Social Security,….TRUST ME!!

Since I began paying into Social Security, then Medicare every week from my paycheck, (not counting the health insurance for my own family, dental and vision, etc. etc,) well I figured I put in about $350-400 THOUSAND of my money! At first it was a reasonable thing to to , considering you would be taken care of after you stopped working , but pretty soon it seemed like the “token” deduction, but it seemed to exceed the cost of my families health insurance about 25 years ago, and obviously that gap has grown even more!

I’ve always never really complained about it,….and then came 2009, and I filed for social security at 62 1/2, at which time 2007 had come around. I can safely say that I was ready to have the system I paid into since I was 14 years old to take care of me. About the only problems I ever had was an ear ache, the flu, or a cold. Everything else I could walk off, shake off , or drink away, or chicken soup myself to get back to health. BUT in 2009 I went to one of those “health screening” deals at the local church, as part of getting fully checked out getting ready for retirement. The next phase would be the financial planning aspect of it, since that would be the next logical step,…..but God threw out a “gotcha”!

One thing then another the “health Screening” exam by my own Pyhsician, upon whom I had explicit trust, led to results that after a lot more deeper tests and all had me in Sacred Heart Hospital in Pensacola on a Sunday night in April of 2009, taking cold showers( there was no hot water) with an antibacterial “soap”, designed to kill any and all germs on me, and I had to do another shower at 4:30 AM as well. Then at 5am the “Guy” came in ” to prep me” for an open heart “CABG” (Coronary Artery By-Pass Graft) procedure) Essentially a triple bypass because I was a walking time bomb of clogged heart arteries!

All went well, I’m still here, and my Surgeon gets the “Seamstress of the Century” award!!

But then the “Medicare Stampede” kicks in for you. You become a “valued commodity” (within the confines of the “Medicare guidelines”, of course!)  You are a quick source revenue building block for every Doctor, Specialist, Hospital, and “Lab”,  the world over. Only two questions are asked, EVER! 1) “May I see your Medicare card, please ?”, and then 2) “Do you also have a supplementary Insurance Card as well please?”. They are your ticket to the medical care special,….they charge the government pays.

No more “Co-pay” if you have the right “supplemental” insurance, AND if you happen to get the “Perscription card”,…..well free medical prescriptions! This is truly the land of milk and honey.

Question, folks! How do you stop the golden goose from laying gold egg? Put the government in charge of “regulating” golden geese and gold eggs! The geese get malnourished, and start dying of “unknown causes”, and the golden eggs start shrinking in size to only as big as mini Cadbury eggs. Of course the Government, driven by the stupid Senate and House of Representatives will propose a five year study on “Goose food” to determine if the cause is dietary in the “Golden Egg” situation, additionally the CDC (Communicable Disease Commission) agreed to fund additional studies at 8 figure prices to determine why the Golden Geese are failing as a species, and the American Wildlife Federation is proposing a full moratorium on the capture and retention of Golden Geese from the wild, and establishment of them as an “endangered species” and a protected area to be determined to be the entire country of Canada, which the United States will annex and establish the 51st state, and grant all Canadians except “Quebecers” who must return to France since they “love the French culture more than Canada”

But in reality folks, is that not how government handles the problems? Now back to my favorite subject,…..the care and handling  of ME!. Aspirin used to be good, 39 cents a bottle for 100 of them, but of course then came the government, (and the dreaded Pharmaceutical companies). THEREFORE, it is decreed that Aspirin is now bad, and Tylenol, Alleve, Ibuprofen, and things of that ilk are far better for you. Name me a person over 65 who is advised to NOT take aspirin, but 81 m.g. “Baby aspirin” (25% of the strength of a full aspirin at 325 m.g.), but you can augment it with any of the other aforementioned pills!!

Guess I am just a total “conspiracy” theorist, but I have had a back ache and after a couple dozen X-rays by “Orthopedic Specialists” it’s recommended I have cortisone injections in my lumbar region, to which I said “Please pound sand Dude”, and the alternative offer was “a special orthopedic brace” (Be aware Insurnace will cover both, but I opted for the lesser of two evils, the brace. ) so next month I’ll see how much they charged Medicare for it, Then compare it to the cost of a “Tommy Copper” shirt or a local drug store type favored by Brett Farve. (The results will probably be earth shattering, but what do you expect!

I am officially changing the age old adage of , “….the Lord give the, and the Lord taketh away!” It will forever be known as “The Lord giveth, through the government, but the Pharmaceutical taketh away via the outrageous price.”

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The Gulf Coast Curmudgeon – Mr. Guinness

January 26, 2018

 

Where last we met, ….”Michael” was about to have his name changed to “Mr. Hiss,…the sainted Cat!”. Well as I said it was about six or eight weeks after we got them and they were just becoming more stealth. They were eating fine, not doing any damage, but were developing “anti-social” tendancies so we needed to break the routine for them and let them know two things; first, that we loved them, and second, that we provided for them, and at a minimum expected a little reciprocation of love as well.

So as things progressed I decided Michael’s hissing and Nikita’s alienation of us was going to have to change! So I decided that the answer was some “solitary time”. I took Michael first, (ok, I’ll admit it I liked him better anyway for his determination to protect his sister above all. So I “lured him” into the spare bedroom, closed the door and let him explore. There was no way out, no “hiddie holes” so he would have to come to grips with life. I made sure I fed him on schedule and with plenty of food. He whined a bunch, and when he didn’t Nikita would come upstairs and meow for him at the door, and try and reach under the door and touch him, and vice versa. And at feeding time I would take the food up to him, put it on the placemat by the window, and lay down on the double bed by the window and just “talk” with him for a half hour to an hour very quietly, trying to build a bond with him. After a couple of days, it began to work!

He didn’t Hiss when you came near him now, and just gave a little surprised “meow” if you touched him. This continued along with the feeding, talking to him, and after a couple days of that he actually jumped up on the bed and walked close to me to see if everything was ok! The next day he actually let me touch him and stroke him a few times, and began to meow and I swear I heard a purr of two as I chatted with him. So much for his solitary meditating time, I let him back out into general population and run of the house and he continued to explore me in particular when I’d sit on the couch, and occasionally stick his head under my forearm and lift it up, sort of a Cat sign for “OK, you can pat me now,…you’re OK!”

The next day I lured Nikita into the solitary chamber and repeated the same process. Michael spent most of his time just outside the door meowing to Nikita, (rough translation probably, “it’s OK he won’t hurt you, just be nice and time will fly, and you’ll be out quickly,….just learn and cooperate, I still love you sis!” He was more agile and could get his paw and about an inch or two of his paw and his front leg under the bedroom door. imitation seemed to calm down and relax quickly. She started letting me pat her the next day and purred even louder than Michael and seemed ready to accept us much quicker. (OK women are more intuitive and faster learners!) So I was able to let Nikita out of the bedroom and she seemed very well acclimated to us and the house.

Since they were born feral, we decided letting them outside alone was out of the question, or they would be gone, so we bought a couple of leashes, and collars and that was a waste of time and money! Our first cats we adopted back in New England, Toonses, and Tiddles defied all cat logic, all we had to do was open the back sliding door, whistle and call them by name and poof!, they appeared and came right in the house. They were kittens when we got them, but they immediately took to us, and were just SUPER little cats, both common Orange Tigers, and brothers as well.

Since Michael would still Hiss at us once in a while,….and all we did was say “No hissing!” and shake a finger at him, we started calling him “Hiss” and the name stuck, and as many times as we tried to get him to stop before going to “Solitary”, we noticed he would stop and look at us with the “You talking ta Me? look. So the name Mr. Hiss was coined and stuck for the last 19 years.

Being a “macho” male cat, Mr. Hiss started chasing Nikita more often, and not in a “fun and games” way, but a more 15 year old hormonal teenager way. So we took them both to the Veternarian and had them “fixed”. (Down here in Florda there are Feral Cats everywhere, a restaurant was out of business for less than a year and when the property changed hands they had to remove over 100 feral cats from the place, it took a couple of weeks to round them all up and remove them!

Mr. Hiss began to mature, but still wanted his sister BAD. Again being responsible animal parents, we knew this would eventually lead to huge frustration problems, so we opted to turn Nikita, the Vixen over to a “no-kill” shelter, and they were so impressed with her the employees adopted her, and shortly there after she was running the place and had the run of the place to boot!

And that’s how we wound up with Tom, Barb, and Mr. Hiss.

Stay tuned for the final installment next time, “Mr. Hiss, 18 years of love and care,…..for all of us.

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January 21, 2018

Posted by: guinness222 | January 19, 2018

Good night, Mr. Hiss,…we loved you!

PART I – Coming home

Here’s a story I shan’t soon forget.

My wife came home from work at her part-time job one evening in the fall of 1999. We were just entering the process of trying to buy a new home, or townhouse, after deciding the lease we had on a townhome in Miramar Beach was just throwing “rental money” down the drain.

We had a line on a builder who was building a new development, and we knew his work, which was top quality, had gone out to see it, and it was in it’s early stages. Having owned our own homes since 1972, when I got out of the U.S. Navy we found it impossible to be “confined” as life’s little treasures and things just keep “accumulating” and all the closets were full. We had to do it. So as we mulled over the options, the costs, the income we’d need to have to support the house, etc. plus just “living”. My wife announced her manager at the store had asked if we would like a couple of kittens, from a new litter of a feral cat who had settled into her fenced in back yard at her house. We figured a great way to christen the new house would be our own “pets”, but felt a cats would be low maintenance, inexpensive costs, and a little fun to boot. Her boss had said it would be about six or eight weeks til the kittens were weaned from the mother and then we could have them, and if we took two of them they could keep each other company and play during thee day while we worked!

Thus began the adventure!

We were watching a new TV series called “La Femme Nikita” on television, and one night soon thereafter we had gone over too “visit” our new pets and first meet them. We found them with the Mother, cowering for their lives under the double bed in thier spare bedroom. All we could see was a “bunch” of round yellow eyes staring out at us. I asked why we couldn’t see anything else, “Because they are totally black and curl up in little balls under the bed and even we have a hard time finding them”, we were told.

My wife was born and brought up in Salem, Massachusetts, home of the Salem witches, and even their high school rings had a gold witch on the stone in the ring. It caught my funny bone that how perfect for a Salem girl, graduated from Salem High School and wore a class ring with a witch on it, to have two black Cats as pets!!

One was a boy cat, and the other a female, so we, and they, each would have company. Since we were watching the “La Femme Nikita” TV. Series we decided it would be cute if we called the Male cat “Michael”, and the Female “Nikita”, after the main characters.

The big day came we went to pick them up and the folks had to lift the entire bed up so we could get them out and in a carrier to take home. Nikita was easy and did not offer much resistance, Michael put up more of a fight but we prevailed…and made it home. It was obvious that he was trying to be a good brother and “protect his little sister”. We had purchased litter boxes for each, and set them down, all fresh and shiny filled with litter, set up a big bowl of water, and a bowl of “kibble” for each of them. So when we got home we just put them down in the dining area, opened the gate on the carrier, ….and they didn’t move, so we just left them and eventually they wandered out to investigate, Nikita first, and Michael later. After a little bit of “acclamation time” we gradually moved toward them, ….and they both ran back in the carrier, Nikita first and Michael second, so he could protect her. So we backed off and waited, and the next time we approached we figured since Nikita was a little calmer we’d approach her first. Funny thing the next time we approached her Michael stood between us and her, and began to make “hisssssssing” noises and was protecting her.

We tried to leave them alone some more and gave them the run of the house. They stayed close to the carrier and “hung out together”. The next morning the food was gone and they were lounging around a little less offended by our presence. But every time we approached, Nikita would cower and Michael would stand defiantly and “Hisssss” until we backed down and left her alone. (For a minute or two it occurred to me perhaps we had a psychotic kitten on our hands, but we kept trying to be friendly to no avail)

As Christmas approached we put up a tree, decorated it and other decor of the season, we tried to keep close, but not intrude on the kittens until they allowed us to get closer. We spent time just talking in low comfortable tones to them, as well as amongst ourselves. We tried to freshen up their carrier which had become “home” for them, it was small, dark inside, and no one bothered them in there. We figured they would acclimate and eventually get curious as to who the “strange folks in the area” were, and investigate.

A week or so later, Barbara was working one evening and I was sitting on the couch watching TV, at the other end of the couch was the Christmas tree The kittens seemed to be in their carrier napping and being kittens. It was a quiet evening, I forget what I was doing, other than just sitting there thinking, when I had that Errie feeling of someone watching me! As I looked over toward the Christmas Tree I noticed four little yellow/green eyes staring at me out of the Christmas tree! They had climbed up the tree close to the center and were just perched in the middle staring at me. They didn’t move, and neither did I. After a bit I lowered the TV volume and started trying to talk to them, gently and quietly, an eventually tried to move closer. Every time I ventured closed “Michael” would hisssss furiously sort of a “one more inch and I’m gonna rip your face apart” type hisss, and I’d just backed down a bit and relaxed. That worked, but EVERY time I altered movement or shifted on the couch,…..”Hisssssssss” started again. (Dumb adult,… I logically “YUH?”, thought, ‘maybe he doesn’t like his name, because we had been trying to use their names to relax them and hope they learned them well enough to show a reaction when we used their name, the first step in obedience training!. However I forgot the basic rule of cat ownership, “you don’t train them, , they “humor”you at their pleasure”. But it didn’t seem to happen and the hissing continued. Both Barbara and I were concerned that this little black kitten called “Michael” was going to hurt his vocal cords, or whatever equivalent cats have, so we just moved to a “mutual non-aggression pact” with them and we all seemed to get along ok for a month or so.

But since our offer for the townhome had been accepted and moving would be coming in 60 to 90 days, ) both Barbara and I felt we needed to expedite the process to make things better for all of us,….but HOW?

Section II – Tough love for Kitty Cats or “How Michael became “Mr. Hiss” , next in installment #2.

January 19, 2018

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