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April 8, 2015 · 9:42 pm

THIS YEAR’S “Good Adventure”

Followers of the blog know I had great plans for a good adventure on the road last summer. Only part of it worked out. The part that did was great. Visiting with family in North Carolina that included meeting grand nieces and nephews I’d never seen, and spending a week in New Jersey with friends. The soaring price of gasoline and the fact that I ended up putting THREE alternators into the old Mitsubishi were factors in scrubbing the complete voyage.

If you scroll down a few posts, here, you’ll find “Reconnections.” Since I wrote that the lady in the story and I have literally spent HOURS texting and talking on the phone. Last night I bought a ticket to Chicago and I’m going to spend my 80th Age Advancement Day with her. (You only have one BIRTHDAY, after all. The rest are just excuses for cake and candles.)

Eighty is one of what I call “Milestone Birthdays.” First comes 13. Now you’re a teenager. Sixteen is next. Now you can get a driver’s license. Then comes 18. You’re able to vote. On your 21st you rush out to buy your first legal alcoholic beverage. There’s really not another notable celebration until you turn 50. You’ve made it a HALF CENTURY! Another 25 years slip by, if you’re lucky, then you’ve packed 3/4 of a century under your belt. Eighty hits the mystic “Four Score.” Now you begin to wonder if you’ll be able to outlast the icon of old age, Keith Richards, even though he is younger than you.

I spent all, or part, of five years living in Chicago. The last time I was there was in 1977. So this is definitely going to be an adventure.

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Family Histories

If someone says they’re Sicilian it would be hard to tell where they come from…New York or New Jersey would be first guess. But if someone said they’re Sicilian and POLISH, they’d HAVE TO be from Chicago.

Me? I’m pretty much pure white bread. Mostly English stock with a dash of Scot and Irish and a bit of French Huguenot thrown in from my mother’s side.

Once when I was in high school I was searching for something in my parent’s antique desk in our living room. I came across a genealogy from my mother’s English lineage that traced back to Banquo. Banquo was the Thane of Lochaber, a character in William Shakespeare‘s 1606 play Macbeth. In the play, he is at first an ally of Macbeth (both are generals in the King’s army) and they meet the Three Witches together. After prophesying that Macbeth will become king, the witches tell Banquo that he will not be king himself, but that his descendants will be. Later, Macbeth in his lust for power sees Banquo as a threat and has him murdered by three hired assassins. I put it back in its place and that’s all I remember of it.

One day, bored at work, I “Googled” myself to see what I could come up with. I’d written a lot of freelance magazine articles and thought I might find those. In my search I found the “Philbrick/Philbrook Family Association.” I thought that was interesting so I sent them an email saying I was Richard Philbrick and my father was James and HIS father was James, etc. A couple of days later I got a 32 page genealogy tracing the family back to the 1100s in England! Far effin’ out!! 

I also discovered that the first Philbrick to hit these shores was Thomas Philbrick, a ship’s captain who arrived in Plymouth Colony in 1630 and settled in Watertown, just outside of Boston. He lived there for several years and then left and became one of the first settlers of coastal New Hampshire. Lots of Philbricks are to be found there today.

What’s really interesting, to me, is that the Eatons, my mom’s family, arrived in New England and settled in Watertown in 1635. Now, how large a population could Watertown have had in 1635 that the Philbricks and the Eatons wouldn’t have known each other? I bet they did, and 300 years later a descendant from each family would meet, fall in love and voilà, here I am.

A lot of people did a lot of work digging into the family history and for several years they published a quarterly newsletter. In that I learned that one of my ancestors was a captain in the Revolutionary Army and was with Ethan Allen at the capture of Fort Ticonderoga. Philbricks fought in the Civil War, and like in the Revolution, on the winning side. There were Philbricks who became Mormons and made the trek to the Great Salt Lake with Brigham Young. 

Then I found the web site Phamous Philbricks…Discovering who some of my distant cousins are blew my mind. You’ll have to go there and find out for yourself…

http://sites.rootsweb.com/~nvjack/fylbrigg/phamous.htm

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Need To Know Info

Living on a small boat in The Swamp off the Saint Johns River in Central Florida, I am in close contact with gators on a daily basis…This six footer was about a foot away from the side of my boat. No matter how hot it is in the middle of the summer you DON’T go swimming here.

I saw this, this morning, when I went on line…https://www.cnn.com/travel/article/how-to-survive-alligator-attack/index.html

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Never Forget…

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May 7, 2022 · 8:41 am

(Re)Connecting

Basically my posts are little more than first drafts of what’s going on in my life. They are quickly jotted down and just as quickly scanned for spelling errors which often elude me until I spot them on later readings. People have often said they like my writing style. I think these stories are decent enough because I once worked at a small daily newspaper. Most newspaper stories are essentially first drafts written under deadline pressures and hastily edited. (Quick sidebar: One day while working on that paper, the (then) Cape Cod Standard-Times, as the presses started rolling and the very first copies were distributed around the newsroom a glaring misspelling on a headline was apparent. Both the editor of the paper and I spotted the error at the same instant and made a mad dash for the door to the pressroom. I happened to get to it first and burst through to scream, “STOP THE PRESSES!!!” Doesn’t everyone working on a newspaper dream of such a moment?)

This piece has been percolating for the past couple of days as I tried to figure out the sequence in which to present it…

A few days ago someone I was talking with used the phrase, “It’s a small world.” We’ve all had moments in our lives that makes the phrase relatable. I have a couple of YouTube vids describing a couple of my more memorable “Small World” moments. I went back and watched them again. This one struck me the most…(Note: The name of the girl is NOT accurate, and THAT’S A FACT, JACK!)

I made this video in 2013, over 30 years after the incident. I’m looking at it now nearly 10 years further on. But I first met “Mary Ann” perhaps 48 years ago!

Naturally I wondered whatever happened to her in those intervening 40 plus years? But trying to find women is extremely difficult. They marry and their name changes. If you filter back through this blog to the story, “The $16.25 Divorce and a Tale of Seduction” you’ll see I was once involved with a woman who totally captivated me. Changed me in many ways. But she moved to California, became a “Moonie,” and got married in one of those Unification Church’s mass weddings. Of course I wondered what happened to her. I searched for YEARS. NOT with the idea we might rekindle an old flame but simply to find out what had gone on in her life. Believe it or not I finally FOUND HER. Her last name, of course, was different. But if I walked past her on the street I would instantly recognized her even though she’s now in her 70s. But after going through her Facebook feeds it hit me that if we met for the first time, NOW, I wouldn’t like her very much.

Just for giggles I entered “Mary Ann’s” name in the search feature of Facebook. Several possibilities came up. But one of the first mentioned Chicago. The picture was of a young girl probably in grammar school. I sent that person an IM and shortly received an answer back. It WAS her. She’d never married thus her name was the same as when I’d first met her. We’ve been writing back and forth a lot. She’s an interesting person. When you’re getting your hair done you have conversations with the snipper. They’re momentary slices of life with an occasional glimpse into the other person. The last few days we’ve explored each other’s personalities in greater depth. We have many similar interests and it has been a real find making this (Re)Connection. Who knows, one of these days we might see each other in the flesh again.

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Text Messaging Ambiguity

When I decided to take my epic road adventure last summer I changed my pharmacy from CVS to Wally World. I used CVS when I was anchored off of Anna Maria Island. It was on the free trolley route directly across the street from my dcoctor and next to the Publix supermarket. One stop does it all. There are lots of CVS pharmacies around, but Wally is EVERYWHERE.

The Wally World pharmacy near where I’m moored in The Swamp off the Saint Johns River in Central Florida has been an excellent place to get my prescriptions taken care of. I have gotten nothing but excellent service from the people there and checking pricing on line they beat CVS and Walgreens on almost everything. Sometimes it’s only pennies. Other times there are significant savings.

One thing they’re excellent about is text messaging me when it’s time to get a refill. BUT the one I received today was a bit vague. It said that my prescription for “BRE” was about to be filled. Problem is I have TWO COPD prescriptions that have the letters “BRE”…Breo Ellipta and Breztri. While I used the Breo for several years the Breztri seems to do slightly better in treating my symptoms. But talk about EXPENSIVE. The list price is $783!!! With my insurance, though, I only have to shell out $43. It’s all a rip!

I called the pharmacy and they’re going to fill the Breztri.

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Sartorially Swave (sic) and Deboner (sic)

I think the last time I wore suspenders was in 1960 when I rented a tux for the senior prom. Since then it’s always been belts. But they’ve been a problem in the last few years.

Last week my most recent belt died. It was a nice, leather belt with dozens of holes along the center line so the size of my waist line wasn’t a problem. I could make it as tight as needed. After my bout in the hospital five years ago when I nearly expired because of complete renal shut down I lost a ton of weight. About 20 pounds. I’ve only regained about eight or nine of them in the past five years. As a result the waist bands of my pants don’t match the waist line of my svelte body. Yes, I STILL have a couple pair of jeans from back then. They were 34s. I’m now around a 32 on a fat day. The reason I still have those pants is because I absolutely detest clothes shopping and avoid it until I have nothing left to wear. So, when I cinch the belt all that extra material gets wadded under the belt. I wear my tees and guayaberas outside the trousers to hide that.

When I was at Wally World to get a new belt I saw a package of suspenders. Same price as the less expensive belts which is what I was going to buy and I thought, why not these, too, as well as the belt? I got the belt, but when back at the boat I attached the braces and…I like them. A LOT!

But they were just plain black and I wanted something a little nicer. I looked on line and ended up ordering something a little “showier” …

But I wish I’d seen these, first…

Since I rarely go out in the world these days even three pair of suspenders are probably two too many.

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Passover

Don’t want Jews to feel left out on this Holy Weekend…

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Good Friday’s Untold Story

It wasn’t such a “Good” Friday for Jesus, but for atheists like me EVERY Friday is a Good Friday.

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Things I Think Of Saying…But Don’t

A lot of times there are things I’d like to say to people but they’re so inappropriate that I don’t.

Like there’s a cute older woman who works at the local Walmart neighborhood market where I do most of my grocery shopping. To me she falls into the category of “Once a hottie, still a hottie…” Helen Mirren and Jamie Lee Curtis fall in that category as clarification of what I mean. Anyway, sometimes when I see this lady at the store I’d like to say, “Listen, if I should collapse in some aisle here, I’d like you to be the one to give me mouth-to-mouth until the paramedics get here.” But I keep my mouth shut.

Down in Panama where I lived for eight years breast feeding openly is simply normal. Nobody thinks a thing about it unlike here in the Puritanical Great White North. The women of the Ngäbe-Buglé, the largest of the indigenous tribes, and who flourish in Bocas del Toro and Chiriqui provinces, wear a traditional dress called an “enagua” (pronounced nah wa).

Breastfeeding is so common that these dresses often have slits in the bodice which the women use to expose the breast for the child to suckle. Non-indigenous women in western clothes would simply unbutton their blouses to give the baby access to the breasts.

The buses in Panama are generally nice, air-conditioned, 30-seat Toyota Coasters instead of discarded U.S. school buses, though there are still a few of those around.

I used to ride this bus into David (dah VEED) all the time.

There was a narrow aisle down the center of the bus and seats on either side. These seats, of necessity, weren’t very wide and could barely hold two normally-sized people. No such thing as “social distancing” when you were riding on these buses. In the years that I rode them there were many times when a pretty, young mommy would board with her infant and sit in the empty spot beside me. Probably a half-dozen times when the infant got restless the girl would unbutton herself, whip out a boob and stick it in the kid’s mouth to calm it down. Well, naturally, we’re sitting there literally rubbing shoulders and it’s totally impossible NOT to see what’s going on. That’s when I sometimes thought of saying, “Listen, if you’re not using the OTHER ONE right now…” But I kept my mouth shut.

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