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I came out of an appointment, got in my car and felt an itch on my earlobe. Scratching was the first instinct. Unfortunately, it was a pimple in the making. I'll be at my office in an hour or so. Hopefully the bleeding will stop by then.
sigh
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New Car...

While it would be nice to purchase a new car, I'm not prepared to have payments for the next 4-5 years. My current car is 'growing old' quickly with all the miles I'm driving. Several coworkers have purchased pre-owned vehicles from 'off lease only' saving thousands on low mileage cars that are still under manufacturers warranty.
I believe the answer is really to keep the car and rent/sell my current house and rent/purchase something much closer to my job.

Little by little, we've been in renovation mode fixing things around the house getting it ready to carry out a plan. I'm teetering about saving money (for a purchase) or spending money in renovation that could increase the current value.

It's summer and rent prices are lowest right now. If I wait too long apartments in the area near my office will jump up as much as 50%

Soon, but not now.

Living a simple lifestyle and 2 hours less on the road 'driving to and from' means 2 hours more to enjoy life.
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BMW the ultimate crashing machine...

Maybe you've seen the TV commercials about BMW... the ultimate driving machine.
Long blog again, I've got a lot on my mind... ;-)

I checked with Google who reports the average age of a BMW driver is 57 years old. Perhaps, but the ones who come up on my rear bumper flashing their headlights are much younger.
Depending on my driving schedule, I'm doing 600 miles per week. I get on the road around 8:30am and return home around 8:30pm. That gets me after rush hour when traffic starts to clear. All of South Florida's highway system is under construction. The posted speed limit is 65 on most highways and there are times we are doing 80. Yes, we... I'm not alone.

I have a saying "It doesn't matter how fast I go, someone always wants to go faster."

Three years ago, the Department of Transportation partitioned off a lane designated as an 'Express Lane' where they charge a toll that the fee is determined by the time of day and amount of traffic. From Downtown to the northern most part of Miami is 10 miles and the toll start at 50 cents in the middle of the night and jumps to $10.50 for a Friday at 5:00pm ride during the month of September. Thankfully, I'm not around that part of Miami in my travels. The section I'm using is near Hollywood to Fort Lauderdale and is 50 cents. The normal flow of traffic is around 35-45mph and the express lane peaks around 65. The lane ends and typically traffic thins out so we can go faster.
One morning, I got to the end of the express lane expecting to speed up but the guy in front of me wants to shift right... but traffic won't allow it. I look in my rear view mirror and see a BMW right on my tail. He wasn't there two blinks ago and probably one car length from me now. He's flashing his lights like I'm holding up traffic. Within a second, this guy get so close that I cannot see his headlights! Oh, time for a video. I click my cellphone to movie mode as no one is going to believe this story. I'm actually forced to slow down to avoid the guy in front and I'm sure the guy behind is thinking I'm hitting the brakes intentionally to annoy him and he decides to switch lanes jamming the speed at the same time as the guy in front changes lanes.
Like a scene in the movie Mission Impossible this guy slips between us but he has enough time to 'shoot me a bird' like I was the one causing the problem.
I had a few choice things to say and was sure he had overdosed on a**hole pills that morning, typical of many BMW drivers.

Wow, I said all that. Now, back to the intended blog.
I see lots of car accidents, but this month, most of the serious high-speed accidents involved BMW's.
Last Sunday morning around 7:30 two BMW's collided on the Turnpike that back up traffic for miles. Although there isn't much traffic that early in the morning, I say they were high-speed racing, all lanes were closed and we were single file riding on the easement. It was no less than 30 minutes crawling to go two miles around the accident. I could see bumpers on the roadway, deployed side airbags, broken parts all around the wreck. I knew they were BMW's from the emblems on the wheels. The front of one and rear of the other... totaled.
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Bad relationships? I've had a few... dozen !!

I'm still a newbie on CS, but I'm feeling comfortable enough to reveal my innermost life secrets. Things that happened in my life that makes me... me.

Remembering Jennifer, I shouldn't say her last name (Smythe) from fifth grade. She was by-far the prettiest girl in my school. We were friends and used to meet after class. Sometimes, when she asked, I would walk her home. Unfortunately, it was in the opposite direction from my house... but that wasn't important.
There were times she would ask me to meet at her house and we would sit under the tree in her yard and kiss. She was a babe!

(Changing the subject slightly, I happened to recognize her many years later at a party and she grew up to look a lot like actress Jane Seymour.)

I always accepted Jennifer's invitations.
One day, while sitting under the tree, a classmate Stephen showed up at her place and that was a total surprise to me. Stephen accused me of stealing HIS girlfriend but I said SHE invited me. He was angry and I got out of there quick!

If you remember the movie The Karate Kid, after Ali started liking Daniel and all the friends of Ali's ex started giving Daniel trouble. Yeah... that's what happened to me. Getting pushed around in the corridor, a foot gets strategically place to trip me, etc.

One day, I get a note passed to me... "Meet me at the bike rack after school to settle this. If you don't show, you are dead."
It sounds like a line from a movie, but (sadly) it was true.

Yeah, I was there and so was Jennifer.
Logic didn't come into play. I had no choice to solve this...
Oh, Jennifer dear... you are a two-timer and didn't get your schedule right.
This could have gone on much longer than it did.
Was she confused which boy was the best for her?
Was my meeting with Stephen intentional?
Questions, questions but no answers, answers.

Stephen and I started to fight. It was a clean fight with no assistance from his friends.
We bashed each others heads at first and ended up wrestling more than swinging fists.
Was it 5 minutes or 25 minutes? I cannot remember.
What I do remember was neither one was a clear winner.
Both tired, we gave up the fight and looking around, Jennifer was gone!
Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

Things calmed down between Stephen and me, we actually became friends.
What became of Jennifer?
Not sure... the one time I recognized her at a party was enough for me.


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I was a Bozo too...

In a former life, I used to talk on the CB radio. One of my CB friends worked for an electronics company and his other hobby was listening to people talk on scanners. Typically it's companies that are licensed to work on assigned frequencies (channels) with 2-way radios. It could be an air conditioning company dispatch in communication with their service trucks. Not much talking, it's there for business.
What a scanner does is quickly search up and down a selected list of channels and only stop when there is activity. There are limits as some frequencies are business and some sections/bands are only for police and emergency communication. This is where the action is. People working for TV or a newspaper listen to scanners with great intent.

The perfect example would be to hear about a shooting. Someone called the police and they dispatched an officer to the scene. A good 'scanner head' would pick up on that and make it there before the police arrive.
As they say (not really sure who 'they' is) the early bird gets the worm. Lots of things can happen seconds before the police make it to the scene.

Another thing scanners could do was pick up on signals from cordless phones. Remember those things? It didn't take long before they went to higher frequencies away from the reach of scanners. Anyway, my friend used to listen to a woman in a nearby apartment as she would talk for hours, sadly he got to know all about her personal life.

He was telling me the woman told her girlfriend about her boyfriend. He was the perfect gentleman, a really great guy, but it bored her, so she was having affairs with other men and he didn't realize it. She went on to tell her girlfriend "He's such a Bozo."

One relationship I had with a woman who came from a wealthy family often tugged me in different directions. I knew she was dating guys with money who could afford taking her on weekend trips to the islands, but she returned to me. I was the honest, reliable guy who didn't have an inflated ego, pour on cologne and have to prove to everyone around that I'm important.

Thinking of the woman who called her boyfriend a Bozo (behind his back) because he did everything right reminded me that I was a Bozo too!
Shortly after, I ended the relationship with the woman and joined an internet dating site...
My profile name was... Bozo.

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Songwriters...

I started playing music in the school symphony by day and cutting my teeth for 'Rock-n-Roll' in a garage band by night. For years and years it was playing music by other known artists. This is referred to as 'Cover Bands' musicians who don't play compositions of their own.

When I bought albums, I would read everything from cover to cover and all through the record liners. Usually on the back cover you can find the song listings and credits. For the most part, members of the band wrote their own songs.

Go back a generation and you will find many artists/singers/performers were promoted by management and record companies and all their music was produced. They became stars by the hard work of others. That's not to say they didn't work hard on their careers, it's to say their huge success was manipulated by others.

Let's say I wrote a great song, but I didn't have the voice, stage presence or finances to promote the song. If I knew the right people, I could offer/sell that song to a record company who could match the song with an entertainer to record it. If you check on YouTube for some 50's music, you can find many artists recording the same song.

When we get into the 60's songwriters often teamed up with singers. The magical match was singer Dionne Warwick and composer/songwriter Burt Bacharach (and Hal David). Burt is listed as a singer... I didn't think that was his strong point, Dion was the singer and sold millions and millions of records.

I just scratched the surface with this blog about songwriters and plan to write some more insight to the record business in future blogs.


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"Do you know the way to San Jose..."
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a REEL good blog...

My brother, me and his friends often went fishing on weekends.
We live about 6 miles from the Atlantic Ocean and could take the bus there.
Typically, their fishing gear were poles that came apart in 2 or three sections, had a reel attached and a metal tackle box used to carry hooks, lead weights (sinkers) and an assortment of tools and gadgets used in fishing.
The bus got us to the pier, where they could walk out a few hundred feet to fish in deeper water than fishing at the shoreline. There was a bait store and the entrance to the pier where you could buy supplies and live bait. If you are serious about catching fish there's a good chance you would want to attach a live shrimp on your hook.
With the sinker, your bait will drop to the ocean floor. Not all large fish look for food there, so you need a bobber that is a plastic ball about 2" wide that attaches to your line and holds the hook only as deep as you set it. As a bigger fish swims along, he sees the shrimp and takes a bite.

We all started out using lightweight fishing gear that was ideal for anything under 10" long... ideal if you were standing along the edge of a canal or small lake. If you wanted something more serious, everything had to be upgraded. I remember my brother buying a used reel from someone at the pier.
It was called Quick Finessa and had features that allowed the user to reel in larger fish. That thing was so different from the 'toys' we had earlier it allowed casting a line 2 or 3 times farther than the smaller reels. Larger bait, thicker line... we were catching larger fish.

Since I was the younger brother, I only got to use the Quick Finessa when my brother took a break as I normally had the job of catching the tiny fish 2-3" long. I could put 4 little hooks on a line, bait them with pieces of shrimp and in a few seconds catch a few 'shiners' used to cut into strips to bait the larger hooks.

I don't recall what happened to the fishing gear as we each went different ways me playing music for a living and my brother went away to college. I'm sure if I mention Quick Finessa, he will have some stories of his many fishing trips where we always had a 'reel' good time!

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The longest Lunar Eclipse of the 21st century...

NASA reports the longest lunar eclipse of the century will happen FRIDAY 7-27-2018 transforming the moon into a reddish-orange ball for more than 100 minutes.
Unfortunately, it won't be visible in North America.
The path of this eclipse will be visible in parts of the Middle East, Africa and some parts of Asia and India.

To get an idea of this eclipse, it's supposed to be similar than the one that appeared in January 31st 2018.

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The End Is Near...

As a kid, I remember people holding signs on the street corners that read Repent - The end Is Near. It's 60 years later and I see less of those signs. Well, except for internet. You see those signs often. It's easier to make an internet post than standing on a street corner holding a sign for hours.

I grew up ignoring different signs and sometimes, partly because of my upbringing.
When my mother told my dad to fill-up on gas, his reply was "It's on E and E means enough!"

There is one 'near the end' thing I cannot ignore and we all have to poop. The worst part is the paperwork at the end... something you cannot avoid. I don't know about you... but it's mandatory for me. So, when I see the end is near, I reach around to the linen cabinet and pull out another roll. Right now, there are 2 left... just in time for weekend shopping as you never want to get caught short after 'the end is near' goes into the danger zone!

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Uilleann Pipes...

Points if you know anything about them.
Double points if you know how to pronounce them.
Triple points if you can name people associated with them.

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No points if you have to Google this.
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Schmokin Hot...

Years ago, I came across a dating site that had video chat rooms.
I think the way the interface worked was someone would open a room and they would be the operator of the room. We could see the operator but not the other people in the room. I'm guessing only the operator had windows for all the people in the room. However, everyone in the room shared the same text board, so we could see what everyone was saying (with exception to the private chats) to the operator and other members.

Typically, it was pretty young women running the chat rooms and (naturally) their audience was guys. The operator had the ability to boot people if they said something annoying.

One woman in her 40's often ran a video chat. No one believed her age or her looks. She had a rock solid body and cleavage that could raise the dead! I recall her wearing spaghetti strap tank tops and loving every minute of it and not shy either. She did ask the audience if they thought she was hot and one reply came back "Darlin' you're schmokin"


laugh

I often use that phrase and slur the word smoking the same way it's spelled. Schmokin!


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Doing crazy things as a child...

I'm saying I had a normal childhood. Well, except for the time I caught my mothers rocking chair on fire! We were living in New York at the time so I must have been 4 or 5 years old.
Both of my parents were smokers and I'm guessing the ash tray, matches and cigarettes were on the lamp table (yes, lamp table - one piece of furniture) next to the rocking chair.
I'm not sure if my grandfather used a garden hose to put the fire out or a bucket of water from the kitchen. Furniture back then was often stuffed with straw.
After a few hundred house fires, someone decided it was a bad idea to stuff chairs with straw.

Hey... what do I know about these things.
It could have been worse !!


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