One year ago today: July 6, 2016, Cuito Cuanavale.
Five years ago today: July 6, 2012, pun intended.
Nine years ago today: July 6, 2008, the New Generation Club.
Random years ago today: July 6, 2013, redneck bingo.
There is rarely such a thing as a trip to Miami without catching some kind of rainstorm. That’s why I skirted Lake Okeechobee well to the west. I got into showers at Immokalee. That is one nothing town, but it is the nearest to half-way on the Miami trip. These places always have an under-utilized library, so I thought duck in there for the storm. Problem, I could not find anybody who knew where the library was until I found some kids. Even then, I drove past three times before catching on.
This photo is the search result for Collier Country libraries, including Immokalee. Trust me, this is not what the Immokalee library looks like. Try to ask for the post office. They all say it is on Main Street next to the Family Dollar. In Immokalee, Main Street goes east west around a quarter mile, then makes a 90° turn north and becomes 15th Street. Apparently people who live there their whole lives don’t know this. You have to go around that curve and another half mile. But other than that, it is on Main Street.
Trivia. This is the greatest generation? Here’s proof you cannot become “unbiased” about everything without becoming self-centered. You become preoccupied with how you look to the world and start posturing as a way of life. Exhibit A: 70% of millennials believe their student loans are more of a threat than North Korea?
In a sense, you know, they are right, but only because they are self-centered. North Korea is a joke. Back after Pearl Harbor, the US media went berserk trying to make out like Japan was a superpower. Ha, Japan's military was a joke, capable only of cheap and easily won victories. Now they are playing up North Korea as the same. Trump should say to hell with North Korea unless they actually launch a missile at us. Until then quit trying to play global president and focus on the real problems we've got here at home. Where is that wall? Where are the deportations? Keep your promises first, then we'll talk about North Korea.
North Korea is as much of a threat to the USA as Jason Derek Brown is a threat to law enforcement. The main thing that makes them threats is that they won't do what they are told. Not everybody who works for the system can tolerate that kind of insolence.
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The rain let up by late afternoon and I could see clear sky to the east. At this point, a grey car keep passing me. Then it would stop at a campground, pass me, and stop again. I began waving because I figured it must be a rental car and they are smokers. Sure enough, when the rain hit, we all wound up at a campground on Tamiami Trail. It was two Germans with heavy Bavarian accents. They were factory workers going to visit Miami Beach—a city that heavily over-advertises in Europe as a prime holiday destination. It isn’t. It is much too full of the type of people that politically correct people claim to like, at least claim that in public.
These guys arms were covered in welts. No such thing a stopping for a smoke in peace in the Everglades. I took pity on them not as tourists, but because myself I used to smoke. I got into town at 8:00 PM, just in time to see classes letting out from FIU. It breaks my old heart to see these student having the time of their lives and not knowing it. To have parents who actually want them to go to schocol and make something of themselves. Parents who send them money, because teenage girls can’t pay tuition and dress like that, too.
And crossing the road to stay in 1801 Place, the sin bin across from campus. You could imagine the weed fumes billowing out the windows. The apartments are $2,000 per month. Folks, even if you kid never amounts to a thing, pay for him to spend a year in college. For his own good. Then let him decide for himself.
“A picture is worth a thousand words,
but only if you know that many.”
~ Unknown.
Some time ago, I made up a calendar where I could view which days of each year that blogs were missing. The older years have gaps because there were several records kept in differing formats. I had a file made up once, but for the life of me, I can’t find it. Missing such a file is rare, because I consider each day of life to be very important, and that was a log of the days. So I created a new file, specifically to track the files and which have been posted. I arbitrarily chose 2004, the year after my first heart attack.
Some of the daily logs are page after page long, sometimes representing four hours of typing. This got me wondering if I even had a life. But then, I remembered I almost didn’t have one. I tend to forget how long that recovery took and how weak I was. Chances are all I could manage on many days was to sit down and write. Maybe when I review them for publication, it will come back to me. There were very few pictures back then. I remember I switched to decaf as I was still drinking 6 – 8 cups per day.
The blogs also mention people by name and I can’t catch them all. Some I don’t remember, as the topics back then reveal the daily journal ancestry of today’s blog. They are also written in a variety of styles not directly compatible with daily publications. It would be some years after 2004 that I moved into the trailer court. Money-wise, that was a smart move, since shortly thereafter, south Florida rents nearly doubled in a few short years.
Don’t expect as much variety, but since those blogs were never intended to be published on-line, you may get some spicier language. I hung out a lot at the Hialeah library, a shortcut to my apartment and reading until past six every day let me beat the traffic. I recall it is a beautiful library for such a dumpy city. I don’t otherwise recollect a lot about that year except that was when I moved from Miami to Hollywood. And the year the company fired the accounting department. Actually, it saved me from quitting since I knew I was no longer the best and I knew there was talk. My performance was still adequate, but toward the end every afternoon I would nod off at my desk for up to an hour and they’d leave me alone. How embarrassing.
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