At times situations in life seem to be locked in, meant to be, nothing can stop the inevitable - right? I was taught a lesson this night. That no matter how desperate or locked in a situation may appear, things can turnaround in a matter of seconds, just hold on to the wheel!.....tight
Friday, September 27, 2013
It was an ordinary ride home from work up to this point. I was listening to ESPN radio and hearing the talking heads discuss the NFL in week three. I was also thinking about dinner and what it would be tonight, a lazy night. A bowl of cheerios (honey nut) was my very lazy choice. The road I was driving was a long, straight one, it was a clear night and a little brisk for North Florida this time of year, 78 degrees J.
It was during a commercial break on ESPN and 25 minutes into my drive home I noticed up ahead about 75 yards there was some sort of creature on my side of the road looking like it was ready to run across. At first I thought it was a cat and that when it sees me or better yet, my 1976 ford F100 bombing down the road at 70MHP it would quickly retreat. It didn't and it wasn't a cat. As I got closer I could see it was a raccoon, a somewhat confused raccoon.
The damn thing walked right out from the side of the road and onto the road in a slow, very slow motion. I quickly calculated my speed and it’s current location and came to the quick decision that if something does not happen and happen quickly, I would be the grim reaper for this little feller tonight.
Time passes very slow in these sort of situations,
Your mind starts going in different directions. I was now just 20 yards away and could see that the Raccoon was still walking straight out into my path and that in just a few seconds I will experience the horrible feeling of my vehicle squashing this animal.
Did it have a family? It was fairly big so I thought two things, it was an older raccoon and that with this one I will feel it under my truck, unlike the squirrel I hit seven years ago that made a soft little bump when I ran over it – poor thing. I felt bad. No, this one is bigger, much bigger. I better get ready. There was another car coming down the other side of the road, so there was no room for me to maneuver.
It was fate, we were locked on. A higher power was now in control. 10 yards from impact, the animal looked up at me as if to say “Holy Shit!!!!”
I too said Holy Shit! and held my steering wheel with a death grip, I gritted my teeth and with two yards to go and for 2-3 seconds I closed my eyes. Hand strongly gripping the wheel and eyes closed I was waiting for hell.
God, what kind of death scream would this animal make?
I opened my eyes to see the raccoon go under my vehicle. Here it is!! Aaarrrrrggg !
Nothing happened. I looked in my rear view mirror to see the animal scurrying back to the side of the road; it must have gone straight under my truck avoiding everything. The stars where aligned.
Posted by Gordon at 7:58 PM
Sunday, March 31, 2013
If I was to compare my life to a speed limit 10 years ago, I would say It was like driving the German Autobahn - no speed limit. I have been running in 5th gear most of his life. It's how I rolled. Up north, for me..this was a must. run as fast as you can and hold on. Be there first, do it first...get that seat on the train unless a woman was standing and offer first . Impatient, buy classy Yankee
Life for me up north was like sitting at a red light and trying to time the green light just right to get a good start and get on down the road. I was in NASCAR mode, not only in the car but at the job, going shopping, and most everything else in life.
I now have taken it down a couple of gears. I would equate it to now going about 35 MPH...Living in the south lets you do that without too much stress. I see things in life more clearly now. Like.................
How long have they been selling this? and how does it taste? in my NASCAR mode, I would have never even noticed this
Really? exotic kangaroo ?
Going 35 MPH in life lets you do things like reflect and enjoy..below is images from just one day recently this month..
|Old school lunch|
|A visit to a local WWII Memorial|
|Memories fro WWII heroes|
|My wife, enjoying her love - the beach|
|Meeting new and interesting people|
|You don't see many of these up east! As a matter of fact, you don't see many in Florida either!|
|Here's looking at cha . kid !|
|Ho-Hum and loving it!|
Wow! and all in one day doing 35 MPH...I can't wait until tomorrow ! Simple ? Yes, but it took me awhile to get it..
Posted by Gordon at 1:47 PM
Friday, January 4, 2013
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Southerners have the lowest stress rate because they do not take medical terminology seriously.
You are going to die anyway, so live life!
|The study of paintings|
|Back door to cafeteria|
|What doctors do when patients die|
|What you be, after you be eight|
|A neighborhood in Rome|
|Searching for Kitty|
|Made eye contact with her|
|A sheep dog|
|A punctuation mark|
|To live long|
|Not a friend|
|Quicker than someone else|
|A small lie|
|Distinguished, well known|
|Getting hurt at work|
|A Doctor's cane|
|A higher offer|
|Rates of Pay for Working at Night,|
Normally more money than Days
|I knew it|
|A person who has fainted|
|Second cousin to Elvis|
|A letter carrier|
|Place to do upholstery|
|Nearly killed him|
|A small table|
|Getting sick at the airport|
|One plus one more|
|Opposite of you're out|
Posted by Gordon at 12:11 PM
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Wakulla County officials warned holiday travelers that they should get to the airport at least one hour early in order to be sure not to miss their flight. The airport officials have spent the last few weeks preparing for the crush of travelers. As evident by the freshly mowed tarmac. The bulb on the landing/takeoff light pictured above has been replaced.
There was a delay in departure of flight 234b2 due to some mechanical updates and....
....to give the locals time to get it down from the tree.
We did not mind the wait, but we were getting hungry and kinda looking forward to the acclaimed in flight meal.....
Our flight seemed to be just a little late but it was hard to read the flight times board at first..
We were very glad to be here on time as we understood trying to find a parking space may delay us a bit...we did notice on the way in that the parking area was close to being full...
....we were glad to to get one of the last parking spaces, if not, we would have had to go across the street to Hanks cow farm to find a space, that in itself could have been an issue...
Now I can prepare for the cramped seats...
Alright folks, I am through with my little tongue and cheek micro blog on the Wakulla airport. all of the above is not true,none of it. Just having a little fun here on Thanksgiving.
I hope all of you have a great holiday with family and friends. In the mean time, check back often for more serous blog posts....until then I really do have to catch a flight...I will see y'all later!!!
Posted by Gordon at 4:28 PM
Sunday, September 2, 2012
"Gordon, no matter how long you live here, you will always be known as that Yankee from Boston" ~ Local good ol' boy
Good ol' boy is an American slang term that can have both positive and negative meanings, depending on context and usage.
The term can be used for well socialized men who live in rural and generally Southern areas. If a man is humble and well thought of, he can be referred to as a "good old boy," regardless of his age. It is commonly applied to men with a family or generational wealth or prestige.
It can be used as a pejorative term, referring someone who engages in cronyism among men who have known each other for a long period of time. Collectively these people are referred to using the slang term, Good ol' boy network.
- In the movie My Cousin Vinny, Vinny states, "Hey Stan, you're in Ala-Fuckin-Bama. You come from New York. You killed a good old boy. There is no way this is not going to trial."
Now, when I first came to Wakulla county, I heard many stories of the good ol' boys and the good ol' boy network and immediately had visions of men hanging around the local gas station chewing tobacco and talking about the old days, telling hunting stories or just plain politicking. So I went on a quest to find them. Where do I look for these good ol' boys? Well duh, lets try the local gas stations…..
I was disappointed to learn that today’s mega gas stations are really not the gathering ground for anyone these days, let alone the elusive good ol' boys. Well, heck what about the old gas stations??
Needless to say my first impression of good ol' boy hangouts were all wrong. Where are they? I have heard about them in this county from many, many folks.
Okay, so lets get serious about my search! GOOGLE must have the answer. So I Google "Wakulla County Good ol' boys"…….and I get this photo……….
I have zero clue who the gentleman above is. But I can relate to you that the very first item on the search list was entitled “ Wakulla County Solid Waste Ordinance: PROPOSED”
Holy Crap! (pun intended). Was this a sign from above?
Well I guess the good ol' boys are not Internet savvy, they are not on Facebook, although Facebook has a good old boys account here I don’t think that is them.
Not on twitter either: But I must say, that if i did get a tweet from a good ol' boy account, I think it would be a must follow.
A local once told me that “there ain't such a thing as good ol' boys round here” and I was beginning to believe him. I could not find any.
Until one day………………..
It hit me like a ton of bricks!
Recently, I was talking to a well known political figure in the county, he has held office for over thirty years, I was mentioning to him that one day, I may run for local office. He looked really perplexed at that statement and said to me immediately “Now, why would you want to do a thing like that? You won’t get elected, you didn’t grow up with anybody "round" here”
There it was, as plain as day. I think I got the “you ain't from round here” sentiment as well as the feeling that there was a network of people who will vote for someone just because they grew up "round" here. Good ole boys? Could be. Makes sense that in this day and age they are not like the old good old boys (See what I did there?)
Nowadays good ol' boys are pretty much behind the scenes:
They are there, they have gatherings (I am just not invited)
They discuss things, like the future of the county or who they should vote for in the coming elections. Or small trivial things like what candidate can they run to take away votes from the guy they don’t want to win in a three way race, oh and pass me the fried gator.
Yankee goes deep inside the dark side If the good ole boy network is strong enough, they are like there own political party.Any candidate, Republican or Democrat MUST get the blessing and kiss the ring of the boss hogg and in this case, locally that was the sheriff. In a recent election here in the county. A conservative Republican was running for County Commissioner. He invited me to a "Unique" fund raising event at his home. He told me that it wasn't your "normal" republican fundraiser. I was............
I went, the house was jammed full of people that I did not know and have not seen before. Who are these people? Come to find out, they are all mostly local Democrats. How odd for a conservative Republican to be holding a fund raiser filled with all Democrats. Another odd thing is that I have heard most of their names before. Streets named after some of their family names, buildings with their names on them......ETC..
Then the light does dawn on my marble head. I was right in the middle of the Good ol' boys, (and good ol' girls) network - the old county families. In order for this candidate to get elected, he thought he needed to "kiss the ring" and he did, of the entire network. Although boss hogg did not show up, the legions of good ol' boys were enough. Republican or Democratic issues does not matter once you have the power of the good ol' boy campaign apparatus, money, connections, local media etc.....
It’s like the old county families are akin to mafia families...........
..... they once controlled everything. But time and people expansion in the county has withered away most of their power. It is most interesting to watch as this county is populated more and more by "outsiders: the old families struggle to remain relevant in all things and politics is there main concern and last gasp.. Makes sense, get your man elected and you can control his votes. Or how about good ol' boy Bubba wants his house appraised..do him right, if you know what we mean. What is most interesting here is that as time passes, each election gets closer and closer to a victory by the non good ol' boy network candidate. And when this finally happens, it will be a domino effect, more people will run for local office and not be afraid. True representation will rule the day.
I really think the good ol' boys are closely related to the group up north we call the Mayors machine.....
But with a huge difference, Just like mostly everything down South, good ol' boys are not loud or abrasive. They can tell you off without even realizing it, until a few days later. There is a more relaxed approach to even the age old sport of politics. Just don't go looking for them, you won't find them out and about. They are behind the scenes or on special occasions will show themselves en mas when their power is threatened. Just ask some of our local elected officials.
Posted by Gordon at 1:42 PM
Monday, July 23, 2012
It's that time to pick yourself up and move on.................................ramble on baby!.
It's a good feeling, It's when you realize that whatever the situation was that put you in the funk, has eased some and you have cleared enough room in your mind, spirit & being to carry on. But carry on a better person. It's like finding yourself again. Oh, how resilient the human spirit can be!
Now, you don't have to overdo the ramble on thing........
But, you can move forward with life either as it was or with a greater purpose. In these situation, I choose to move forward with a greater purpose.
For me, I will ramble like I once did, but with an extra charge in my step. There are too many great things in life yet to discover, so many places to ramble.
Live is a huge ramble fest, I don't know how many times I looked back on my life and ask myself things like "how did I ever get to this point?" So many things had happened, good and bad that were not in any way shape or form - planned! We all have our own way of rambling through life, I bet if you look back on your life, you would agree that there was a bit of rambling in your path.
The secret to all of this is how to get back to your "flow" your ramble, once you have been knocked off your axis.
Sometimes the road to recovery comes all of a sudden, without notice. Could be what someone says to you, could be a song, could be your own thinking or maybe even the situation that put you in a funk has changed in time.
So what words of wisdom do I have for someone who is currently going through one of life's funks?........
..... Hold on, go through it, feel it all, then come back big. Give more energy to your recovery than you did sitting on your pity pot! Put your favorite upbeat music on and get into ramble mode.
AND.....what a better way to continually move forward than to also write about your experiences. and share your victory with others.
You can visit the blog post I wrote previous to this one to get a better understanding of what had me down for a few weeks. I really appreciated all the comments I received on that post, it helped me very much. Nobody has a better path than anyone else does on these things, we all have our own way of getting back on track.
If you are in a rut, knocked off your axis for a time, remember that this too will pass, time will heal. Come out of it reborn and ready to resume your ramble.......................Ramble on baby!
"I guess I'll keep on ramblin', I'm gonna
Sing my song/Sh-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I've gotta find my baby
I'm gonna ramble on, sing my song
Gonna work my way all around the world
Baby, baby/Ramble on, yeah"
Posted by Gordon at 6:57 PM