One of our favorite places in California aside from Carmel,is Santa Barbara,Ca....I don't know why exactly but it is...Jim and I always wished we could live there..When Jim and I were discussing opening a restaurant,somehow Santa Barbara came to mind...So,I drove up and stayed several days,looking at listings of existing restaurants with a Broker..One place we looked at was at Isla Vista,the college town..It was a big Spanish building,as is a lot of Santa Brabara..There was a large kitchen,perfect-sized dining room,and a very large patio fronting the main road..We ended up buying this business,and then shut it down for remodeling..
We acquired a liquor license by buying a existing license,a common practice..It was quite pricey at $97,000.00 for a piece of paper,but it was a part of our business plan..Remodeling completed and we re-opened right at the start of the new school year...Business started out with a bang! The menu I had created was a local hit..We had so many requests that we ended opening up for breakfast,as well..One reason of our popularity was that I placed as ad for local bands to play on our patio on weekend nights,that packed the place,and the entertainment didn't cost me more than feeding and watering the different bands..
To illustrate how busy we were,we ran out or refrigeration space with our walk-in and walk-in freezer were at capacity..We could not add on to the building as the required parking lot was behind our building..One morning,the solution just came to me as I was driving in to work..I saw a old Divco milk truck for sale on the street..After making sure it's refrigeration was in good shape,bought the truck,parked it behind our business,had a electrician install a 220V outlet on the outside wall, and plugged our huge new refrigerator in..That solved all of our problems..
Jim remained working at his job in L.A. with the idea being that once I got everything up and running well, he would join me full time..As it were,he drove up Fri. night after work,and drove home Sun. afternoons..It had been about a year,and it was time for restaurant number two...We started looking at places,and found one we liked in Goleta,Ca...It already had a liquor license included with the sale...We bought it,and closed it down for redecorating..You can imagine how busy I was with both places,but I had a employee that I promoted to assistant manager and he helped run Isla Vista for me..
I retrained the existing staff at the Goleta restaurant,fired and hired a few more,changed chef's and implemented a new menu...We did a soft (unadvertised) opening,and allowed the business to grow by word of mouth..Business grew and things settled down to be quite profitable..Then,we decided that we wanted a dinner house..You know, a Chop House,with piano player,dark,romantic...There was just such a restaurant up for sale on upper State Street in Santa Barbara,near San Roque..Same as the last two,business was better than projected..
I told Jim then, that I wanted to buy a cocktail lounge,something quiet,elegant,classy,live entertainment kind of place..That I wanted to open it as a Gay bar..Now,even though Santa Barbara is small, there were just two Gay bars in town..Plenty of room for a third,thinks I....So,we found a space in a three story building located at the foot of State Street,by the railroad station...It was an existing bar that had always been quasi-Gay,sorta..Our Broker actually found it..They Seller was asking $149,000 for it,and it was only a beer & wine dive...I made a offer of $65,000....Our Broker refused to present such a low-ball offer,and yes, I know that could have cost him his license..I discharged him on the spot,no discussion,and went to another Real Estate agency had had one of their Brokers offer it...It was accepted,and now I had my bar..One decision that turned out to be more trouble than it was worth,by far..
With the new bar,we knew that we needed more management...So, I ran ads and began interviewing..The guy I hired as general manager for Isla Vista had great references,but one day I entered the office and there he was,doing Coke,and I don't mean Coca-Cola..Of course,I had to fire him, I had no choice,and stopped everything to run Isla Vista while I looked for a new manager..My guy I had the was previously running Isla Vista,I had promoted to general manager of our Goleta restaurant,and he was doing great there..
One guy that answered my ad for a manager had lots of experience,solid references,and he professed to being a "Born-Again Christian"....Up until then, I took people at face value..If they said they were a "Christian" I assumed that lying,cheating,stealing behavior was not in play..I learned differently soon enough..So, I hired Mr, "Born-Again Christian",getting him working well with my business,and frankly since I was stretched so thin,myself,I made the mistake of trusting him and not checking on him closely..
I got a late night call from our accountant telling me that he did not get the time cards from Isla Vista and he was running payroll shortly..Isla Vista was closed at 10:00 P.M. that time of the year,so imagine my surprise that night at 11:15 P.M. to see the restaurant open,and some scattered guests on the patio,eating..
I wasn't angry, but I was really confused..I walked into the dining room and was greeted by a woman who I knew didn't work for me..She handed me a menu that wasn't mine,and attempted to seat me..Taking the menu with me,I was Irish-ANGRY as I stormed into the kitchen..there were people in there that I didn't know, as well..Taking my key,I opened the managers office and crashed the door open as I entered the room..There sat my manager,looked scared and shocked..I demanded what the HELL was going on..He explained that he shut down my business at its usual time, and then re-opened it with the help of his fellow church members,to make money for their church...Using MY utilities! Using MY food and beverage! I honestly think that is as angry as I have ever have been or ever will be..Like a great roaring beast,I threw every last thieving "Born-Again Christian" out of my place of business..They even had Jebus-music playing over my sound system..It took me almost two hours to shut all of the equipment,and clean and to completely close..Oh, and 10 or so days later I get a letter from the State saying that my "Born-Again Christian" manager was now trying to collect unemployment pay from me...Like bloody Hell!! I called my attorney and took him to lunch..When I told him everything,even he was stumped as to a plan of action...Until I told him what I was going to do..Then..he couldn't stop laughing..As will you..I made a appointment with the State employment woman that sent me the letter,and we met...I told her that Mr. "Born-Again Christian" wasn't eligible to receive unemployment benefits..Because I had a job opening for him managing my new bar..That I would not only train him for his new management job,but I would be paying him more...The woman was impressed that I would be so helpful,and since there was a ready job available for Mr."Born-Again Christian",he was unable to collect a thin dime of benefits..Of course,I was banking on the seemingly natural HATRED "Born-Again Christians" have for Gays who have done nothing to them..I knew that he would never work in a Gay bar....And,he didn't...BTW...Jim was shocked when I told him everything..Jim said:" But Ken,what if he had accepted?"..I told Jim I was prepared to be the most LOUDLY cussing,bottle smashing against the wall, bar stool throwing boss Mr. "Born-Again Christian" had ever met..Jim:" Knowing you, I believe it..HAHA! Santa Barbara grows dark in part two..
Sunday, January 9, 2011
From the frying pan into the fire..Post Talavera
After a very long search,I found our next house..It was a Palm Springs Modern-style house..Broad overhangs,flat roof,three bedroom and two bathrooms..It was on a quarter of a acre,and had a very large swimming pool..
I made an offer that was instantly accepted by the Seller..That should have been a clue,I took it as luck,silly me..
I contacted the contractor we had previously used in our last remodel,to work for us again, on this house..Little did I know that it would be a year and a half before this house would be completed..
The first thing I did was have our landscaper remove the entire front yard..It was a jungle of half-dead plants,the irrigation didn't work,it was a serious mess..There was a flowerbed to the right of our driveway,that was watered by our irrigation system..I told the landscaper to take out those diseased plantings,as well..A hour or so later,my landscaper comes to me and say that I have a problem and to come and see..And here is where it started..
There was a woman in her 30's screaming at my landscapers helpers to stop removing the plants next to my driveway..I tell her to stop ordering my employees around and to calm down..I told her that they were my plants,that they were on my property,that the irrigation watering those plantings were mine,and I could do what ever I wanted with my property..This creature told me that her grandfather had built her house and that he had planted those plants..I told her I had no idea why gramps would plant things on my property,and told my landscaper to finish ripping out the remaining plants..SCREAMING,the woman flew into her house..10 minutes of so,here arrive the police..The police talk to her,then to me...The police agree that the plants in question are on my property,but to be a good neighbor,that I should let the plants remain..Upon hearing that,I take up a shovel myself and dig at the plants,saying:" Good day,gentlemen" to the police..
And that started the war..
Soon after we moved in,the neighbor across the street gave us the low-down on that lovely and charming creature next door to us..It seem's that yes,her grandfather did build that house..That at some point,his granddaughter,the same woman who was a screaming banshee,had some hard luck and so moved in grandfather with her three boys,and her boyfriend...
After several months, I was told,the granddaughter called the police and reported that gramps had molested one of her sons..Gramps was arrested and was not allowed back in his own house..In fact,he died before anything could go to trial,and that gramps son was suing to get his daughter and her brood out of that house..Nice,huh?
So,the swimming pool plasterers arrive and redo our pool..It wasn't until a month or so after it was re-plastered that I noticed rust scattered all over the bottom of the pool..Each mark of rust was U shaped...It took me a little while to figured what they were..It seems while our plaster was wet,someone threw handfuls and handfuls of metal staples,the kind used by builders.into our freshly plastered pool, ruining it..
Now where could those staples have come from? Since the pool was close to the woman in question's house,it
was clear that they were tossed into our pool...I guessed that showed us, huh? Well, I just left things as they were,and stayed focused at the job at hand,remodeling our house..
Now, lets talk about the house,itself..It was built in 1958,it was the first house built in that South Palm Desert tract..It had a rather simple floorplan..There was also a den off of the living room..I asked our contractor to remove this wall,to enlarge the living room..Which he did...
As I had mentioned,the remodel ended up taking many,many months to complete..The police were over at the banshee womans house every day,or so it seemed..You could hear the constant screaming from there day and night..Why,if Heterosexuals hate each other so much, why don't they separate?...I never get a straight,get it? straight answer about this..It is as strange to me as the habit I have observed of Heterosexuals hanging out in the garage with their friends,drinking beer,all of the time..
Well, that was the situation on the right side of our house..The house on the left side was no prize either..
It turned out to be a rental house,rented to a woman and her 30-something daughter..They had a hobby..That had cats,lots of cats..We counted 14 cats and that was just the ones wondering around..Me? I could care less that they keep an abundance of cats..Except when the cats invaded our property,using my landscaping as their toilet..Then we have the cats screeching day and night while in heat.,.That was real nice!..I finally had enough and called animal control...Animal control gave me a cat trap to use,and to call them when I caught a cat..That turned into a joke,as they cats that were caught,were released back to this same woman by animal control the day after they were caught..
So,one day,the doorbell rings and it is this cat-woman at my doorstep..I close the door and step outside..She informs me that she isn't anti-Gay...I could care less if she was or had a Gay bar in her house..I simply want to be left alone,I inform her..She then inquires if I am wearing a butt-plug...That she understood all Gays wear such things..What is it with Heterosexuals making everything about sex? Is it because they get so little of it? I have no idea..I tell her to leave my property and that she is trespassing..With that she flies into a foaming,screaming rage..Having seen female foaming,screaming rages many times before,I remain unimpressed,or distressed..I walked toward my house and left her in the street,screaming...
The next day,my doorbell rings..It is a policeman..He informs me that my neighbor made a complaint that I was video taping her 30-something daughter over the fence,changing her clothes..I told the officer that we had no video camera (I have one now),and secondly,we were two GAY males,and hardly predisposed to watching women dress or undress..I would rather watch paint dry..He acted like he didn't believe me,and warned me that I better not video record a female..Gawd! How stupid can Heterosexuals be?? Wait! Don't answer that or they will introduce the subject of sex into THAT topic,as well..It is so damned weird...
Now,back to the screaming banshee house..I go out to put out our trash cans for pick-up,and the motion-sensing floodlights for the driveway don't come on..I looked at the fixture and found that someone had unscrewed and removed both floods..Well, of course I knew it had to be the bastards next door..As soon as it was light enough to see,I took my tools and moved the wires in the metal light fixture to touch the metal housing..Thus,when the floods came on, the fixture was *HOT*...Anyone touching it will get a real surprise...Funny thing,it was left untouched from then on...
As soon as the remodel was finished,we listed the house for sale,and ended up buying a new house in a new development,in Indio..
I made an offer that was instantly accepted by the Seller..That should have been a clue,I took it as luck,silly me..
I contacted the contractor we had previously used in our last remodel,to work for us again, on this house..Little did I know that it would be a year and a half before this house would be completed..
The first thing I did was have our landscaper remove the entire front yard..It was a jungle of half-dead plants,the irrigation didn't work,it was a serious mess..There was a flowerbed to the right of our driveway,that was watered by our irrigation system..I told the landscaper to take out those diseased plantings,as well..A hour or so later,my landscaper comes to me and say that I have a problem and to come and see..And here is where it started..
There was a woman in her 30's screaming at my landscapers helpers to stop removing the plants next to my driveway..I tell her to stop ordering my employees around and to calm down..I told her that they were my plants,that they were on my property,that the irrigation watering those plantings were mine,and I could do what ever I wanted with my property..This creature told me that her grandfather had built her house and that he had planted those plants..I told her I had no idea why gramps would plant things on my property,and told my landscaper to finish ripping out the remaining plants..SCREAMING,the woman flew into her house..10 minutes of so,here arrive the police..The police talk to her,then to me...The police agree that the plants in question are on my property,but to be a good neighbor,that I should let the plants remain..Upon hearing that,I take up a shovel myself and dig at the plants,saying:" Good day,gentlemen" to the police..
And that started the war..
Soon after we moved in,the neighbor across the street gave us the low-down on that lovely and charming creature next door to us..It seem's that yes,her grandfather did build that house..That at some point,his granddaughter,the same woman who was a screaming banshee,had some hard luck and so moved in grandfather with her three boys,and her boyfriend...
After several months, I was told,the granddaughter called the police and reported that gramps had molested one of her sons..Gramps was arrested and was not allowed back in his own house..In fact,he died before anything could go to trial,and that gramps son was suing to get his daughter and her brood out of that house..Nice,huh?
So,the swimming pool plasterers arrive and redo our pool..It wasn't until a month or so after it was re-plastered that I noticed rust scattered all over the bottom of the pool..Each mark of rust was U shaped...It took me a little while to figured what they were..It seems while our plaster was wet,someone threw handfuls and handfuls of metal staples,the kind used by builders.into our freshly plastered pool, ruining it..
Now where could those staples have come from? Since the pool was close to the woman in question's house,it
was clear that they were tossed into our pool...I guessed that showed us, huh? Well, I just left things as they were,and stayed focused at the job at hand,remodeling our house..
Now, lets talk about the house,itself..It was built in 1958,it was the first house built in that South Palm Desert tract..It had a rather simple floorplan..There was also a den off of the living room..I asked our contractor to remove this wall,to enlarge the living room..Which he did...
As I had mentioned,the remodel ended up taking many,many months to complete..The police were over at the banshee womans house every day,or so it seemed..You could hear the constant screaming from there day and night..Why,if Heterosexuals hate each other so much, why don't they separate?...I never get a straight,get it? straight answer about this..It is as strange to me as the habit I have observed of Heterosexuals hanging out in the garage with their friends,drinking beer,all of the time..
Well, that was the situation on the right side of our house..The house on the left side was no prize either..
It turned out to be a rental house,rented to a woman and her 30-something daughter..They had a hobby..That had cats,lots of cats..We counted 14 cats and that was just the ones wondering around..Me? I could care less that they keep an abundance of cats..Except when the cats invaded our property,using my landscaping as their toilet..Then we have the cats screeching day and night while in heat.,.That was real nice!..I finally had enough and called animal control...Animal control gave me a cat trap to use,and to call them when I caught a cat..That turned into a joke,as they cats that were caught,were released back to this same woman by animal control the day after they were caught..
So,one day,the doorbell rings and it is this cat-woman at my doorstep..I close the door and step outside..She informs me that she isn't anti-Gay...I could care less if she was or had a Gay bar in her house..I simply want to be left alone,I inform her..She then inquires if I am wearing a butt-plug...That she understood all Gays wear such things..What is it with Heterosexuals making everything about sex? Is it because they get so little of it? I have no idea..I tell her to leave my property and that she is trespassing..With that she flies into a foaming,screaming rage..Having seen female foaming,screaming rages many times before,I remain unimpressed,or distressed..I walked toward my house and left her in the street,screaming...
The next day,my doorbell rings..It is a policeman..He informs me that my neighbor made a complaint that I was video taping her 30-something daughter over the fence,changing her clothes..I told the officer that we had no video camera (I have one now),and secondly,we were two GAY males,and hardly predisposed to watching women dress or undress..I would rather watch paint dry..He acted like he didn't believe me,and warned me that I better not video record a female..Gawd! How stupid can Heterosexuals be?? Wait! Don't answer that or they will introduce the subject of sex into THAT topic,as well..It is so damned weird...
Now,back to the screaming banshee house..I go out to put out our trash cans for pick-up,and the motion-sensing floodlights for the driveway don't come on..I looked at the fixture and found that someone had unscrewed and removed both floods..Well, of course I knew it had to be the bastards next door..As soon as it was light enough to see,I took my tools and moved the wires in the metal light fixture to touch the metal housing..Thus,when the floods came on, the fixture was *HOT*...Anyone touching it will get a real surprise...Funny thing,it was left untouched from then on...
As soon as the remodel was finished,we listed the house for sale,and ended up buying a new house in a new development,in Indio..
Beautiful bride and lost innocence
Like all of my posts,I simply post the facts',and ask only that the reader draw their own conclusions'..This post is no different.
Jim and I had been friends with two Heterosexual couples,one couple for over ten years,and the other five years,when these events occurred.It is,and will always be a classic example of paying attention to one's inner heart..
Our friends of lesser length had decided to get married..Her husband-to-be was from a savagely devout "Christian" family,her,not so much.It was no secret that his family was rabidly "Christian",and with that knowledge,I wanted to not be around their hateful ways..I made every excuse not to attend the wedding,but both women hounded and badgered me relentlessly,until I caved,and agreed to go..
I got a taste of things to come when I attended the brides' wedding shower..Why my friends insisted I go to any of it,remains a real mystery..Of course,at the party was the "Christian" Mother-in-law to be,and her equally scowling,hard-eyed "Christian" daughter..I made every effort to avoid them,but their flaming hatred emanated in waves toward me,never the less..
After that party,I again attempted to decline a second contact with these "Christian" Haters....To no avail.In fact,my friend of ten years got her husband to call me and pressure me to attend the wedding..Of course,I ended up going,or there would be no post on here about that experience..
The wedding was to be held up in Yosemite National Park,about 250 miles from Los Angeles...My older friend demanded that we take her car,instead of my driving alone..A decision that I would deeply regret..Her reason for just the two of us going in her car was that she had something to tell me,she said..So,off we go...
About an hour into our long drive north,my long-time friend tell's me her very special secret..She shares that she has been cheating on her husband,and had been for some time..It was so unexpected,it was like the ground opened up under my feet..While I am trying to process this situation,she tells me that this boyfriend is a TV actor,on a well known drama..I had seen the show before,and knew who he was..Then she tell's me that her boyfriend was also going to attend the wedding,and would be arriving a later than we would be..
My friend told me that she couldn't wait to introduce me to her new love..I will stop here for a moment and ask you gentle reader to consider how I might have felt at this point..I was forced to spend 24 hours with
strangers that openly hate me for being who I am,but now I am forced to make nice with the guy that is cheating with the wife of my best friend..I felt like throwing up..If I had a way to go home from the middle of nowhere,I would have..Now,onto the real horrors that lie ahead.
We arrive at Yosemite National Park,it was as beautiful as always..It seems' there are houses within the park that lease the land they sit on..The house we arrived at was gigantic..A eight bedroom 6 bathroom log house,several stories high..We parked and entered..Who was there to greet us? Why it is Mr. and Mrs. "Christian" Gay-Hater..I said hello to the wife and she looked over to her husband that was ignoring me as best her could..The wife said:" Joseph,he said hello"..Old Joe:" Yeah,I heard IT"..They soon flew off to a similar house they had rented for themselves,down the road..
Slowly,other people arrived..It seems that the house we were in was for the brides party,and the other house was for the Grooms party..I helped make dinner,and most of the dinner conversation revolved around the mystery of why the Grooms party didn't come over for dinner,the way it had been planned..Of course I knew why,and I think you do,as well..
After dinner,everyone went their separate ways..I went into the cavernous living room,and sat by the fire,looking into the flames,feeling more miserable than I could ever recall..Thinking it might help,I went outside on the enormous deck,and sat in the frigid night air,staring at the blanket of stars above my head..I wish that I had not gone outside that night..
After a while, I heard feet crunching on the gravel driveway and I could hear multiple voices in the clear night air..I heard:"Why again,didn't we all eat dinner together tonight?" "Didn't you know? There is a DIRTY QUEER over here"..."Who invited a FILTHY QUEER to the wedding? Oh, IT ,is a friend of the brides"..*Laughter* Can you imagine talking to a FAG,much less being IT-S friend? *Gales of laughter,and gagging noises*..This sweet and merry group entered the house,and I sat there,now freezing,yet unwilling to go back inside..
Finally,having stood the cold as long as I could, I went inside,thinking I could hide in my loft bedroom..That was not to be..The bride-to-be collared me,and insisted on introducing me to the Grooms friends..Oh how nice,now I could attach faces to the voices that I had heard outside..Somehow,that made it even worse..Breaking away as fast as I could,I went up to my room and locked the door..
Of course,I couldn't sleep at all..I went back down to the living room around three A.M.,stoked up the fire,and spent the rest of that night,in a state of shock...About 4 A.M.,the actor/boyfriend of my older friend,arrived..We chatted briefly,then off to bed he went...
Next morning, I help make breakfast,and assist with the clean-up..One of the guests had brought their child,a girl about 8/9 or so...The little girl asked me if I would "play Barbies" with her..Considering that we were in a living room packed with adults,and recalling playing Barbies with both Jim's daughter and my niece,I agreed..We set up Barbies things,when all of a sudden,the childs mother swooped in,yanked her daughter off of the floor,and giving me such HATFUL looks,dragged her crying daughter out of the room..
That was the final straw..I knew that if I attended the actual wedding,this it would be me that was the focus,and not on the bride and her special day..I couldn't..I wouldn't attend..I couldn't take anymore..Yet there was more horrors awaiting me..
I pulled my older friend aside and told her how I felt,and why I wasn't going to be in attendance..Her reaction was to sic her boyfriend on me..The boyfriend asked me to take a drive with him..I jumped at the chance if only to get the living Hell out of there..We drove down to the village,then,after some coffee,we drove until we came to a large grove of trees..We exited the car,and while talking,he started walking deeper and deeper into the woods..I never realized until later that he had any motive..I simply thought we were on a walk..Dumb me..
Well,I remained firm in my resolve not to attend,and when I told this to my older friend,she flew off like a hissing cat at me,and left the house..As she stomped out of the house,she shouted:"You sure as Hell are not riding back to L.A. with me,you can ride back with (her boyfriend)"..
The hours dragged by,and I mean they DRAGGED by..Finally,my older friends boyfriend arrived..I grabbed my luggage and RACED out to his car..Off we went..About thirty minutes into the drive home,my older friends boyfriend steered the subject to bisexuality..He shared his belief and conviction that a guy does not have to be Gay to receive oral sex from another guy..Suddenly,the truth exploded in my head..The walk in the woods,the prior conversations..NOW I understood! What were my next thoughts? All I could think of was that I prayed this guy would not abandon me in the middle of nowhere,because I had NO intention of confirming his beliefs on such activities..
I stalled and I stalled....Finally,we arrived at my house..As he closed his car's trunk lid,he turned to me, and offered to give me a studio tour where they shot his TV show sometime..I thanked him for the ride home, and fled inside my house and Jim's loving arms..
Jim and I had been friends with two Heterosexual couples,one couple for over ten years,and the other five years,when these events occurred.It is,and will always be a classic example of paying attention to one's inner heart..
Our friends of lesser length had decided to get married..Her husband-to-be was from a savagely devout "Christian" family,her,not so much.It was no secret that his family was rabidly "Christian",and with that knowledge,I wanted to not be around their hateful ways..I made every excuse not to attend the wedding,but both women hounded and badgered me relentlessly,until I caved,and agreed to go..
I got a taste of things to come when I attended the brides' wedding shower..Why my friends insisted I go to any of it,remains a real mystery..Of course,at the party was the "Christian" Mother-in-law to be,and her equally scowling,hard-eyed "Christian" daughter..I made every effort to avoid them,but their flaming hatred emanated in waves toward me,never the less..
After that party,I again attempted to decline a second contact with these "Christian" Haters....To no avail.In fact,my friend of ten years got her husband to call me and pressure me to attend the wedding..Of course,I ended up going,or there would be no post on here about that experience..
The wedding was to be held up in Yosemite National Park,about 250 miles from Los Angeles...My older friend demanded that we take her car,instead of my driving alone..A decision that I would deeply regret..Her reason for just the two of us going in her car was that she had something to tell me,she said..So,off we go...
About an hour into our long drive north,my long-time friend tell's me her very special secret..She shares that she has been cheating on her husband,and had been for some time..It was so unexpected,it was like the ground opened up under my feet..While I am trying to process this situation,she tells me that this boyfriend is a TV actor,on a well known drama..I had seen the show before,and knew who he was..Then she tell's me that her boyfriend was also going to attend the wedding,and would be arriving a later than we would be..
My friend told me that she couldn't wait to introduce me to her new love..I will stop here for a moment and ask you gentle reader to consider how I might have felt at this point..I was forced to spend 24 hours with
strangers that openly hate me for being who I am,but now I am forced to make nice with the guy that is cheating with the wife of my best friend..I felt like throwing up..If I had a way to go home from the middle of nowhere,I would have..Now,onto the real horrors that lie ahead.
We arrive at Yosemite National Park,it was as beautiful as always..It seems' there are houses within the park that lease the land they sit on..The house we arrived at was gigantic..A eight bedroom 6 bathroom log house,several stories high..We parked and entered..Who was there to greet us? Why it is Mr. and Mrs. "Christian" Gay-Hater..I said hello to the wife and she looked over to her husband that was ignoring me as best her could..The wife said:" Joseph,he said hello"..Old Joe:" Yeah,I heard IT"..They soon flew off to a similar house they had rented for themselves,down the road..
Slowly,other people arrived..It seems that the house we were in was for the brides party,and the other house was for the Grooms party..I helped make dinner,and most of the dinner conversation revolved around the mystery of why the Grooms party didn't come over for dinner,the way it had been planned..Of course I knew why,and I think you do,as well..
After dinner,everyone went their separate ways..I went into the cavernous living room,and sat by the fire,looking into the flames,feeling more miserable than I could ever recall..Thinking it might help,I went outside on the enormous deck,and sat in the frigid night air,staring at the blanket of stars above my head..I wish that I had not gone outside that night..
After a while, I heard feet crunching on the gravel driveway and I could hear multiple voices in the clear night air..I heard:"Why again,didn't we all eat dinner together tonight?" "Didn't you know? There is a DIRTY QUEER over here"..."Who invited a FILTHY QUEER to the wedding? Oh, IT ,is a friend of the brides"..*Laughter* Can you imagine talking to a FAG,much less being IT-S friend? *Gales of laughter,and gagging noises*..This sweet and merry group entered the house,and I sat there,now freezing,yet unwilling to go back inside..
Finally,having stood the cold as long as I could, I went inside,thinking I could hide in my loft bedroom..That was not to be..The bride-to-be collared me,and insisted on introducing me to the Grooms friends..Oh how nice,now I could attach faces to the voices that I had heard outside..Somehow,that made it even worse..Breaking away as fast as I could,I went up to my room and locked the door..
Of course,I couldn't sleep at all..I went back down to the living room around three A.M.,stoked up the fire,and spent the rest of that night,in a state of shock...About 4 A.M.,the actor/boyfriend of my older friend,arrived..We chatted briefly,then off to bed he went...
Next morning, I help make breakfast,and assist with the clean-up..One of the guests had brought their child,a girl about 8/9 or so...The little girl asked me if I would "play Barbies" with her..Considering that we were in a living room packed with adults,and recalling playing Barbies with both Jim's daughter and my niece,I agreed..We set up Barbies things,when all of a sudden,the childs mother swooped in,yanked her daughter off of the floor,and giving me such HATFUL looks,dragged her crying daughter out of the room..
That was the final straw..I knew that if I attended the actual wedding,this it would be me that was the focus,and not on the bride and her special day..I couldn't..I wouldn't attend..I couldn't take anymore..Yet there was more horrors awaiting me..
I pulled my older friend aside and told her how I felt,and why I wasn't going to be in attendance..Her reaction was to sic her boyfriend on me..The boyfriend asked me to take a drive with him..I jumped at the chance if only to get the living Hell out of there..We drove down to the village,then,after some coffee,we drove until we came to a large grove of trees..We exited the car,and while talking,he started walking deeper and deeper into the woods..I never realized until later that he had any motive..I simply thought we were on a walk..Dumb me..
Well,I remained firm in my resolve not to attend,and when I told this to my older friend,she flew off like a hissing cat at me,and left the house..As she stomped out of the house,she shouted:"You sure as Hell are not riding back to L.A. with me,you can ride back with (her boyfriend)"..
The hours dragged by,and I mean they DRAGGED by..Finally,my older friends boyfriend arrived..I grabbed my luggage and RACED out to his car..Off we went..About thirty minutes into the drive home,my older friends boyfriend steered the subject to bisexuality..He shared his belief and conviction that a guy does not have to be Gay to receive oral sex from another guy..Suddenly,the truth exploded in my head..The walk in the woods,the prior conversations..NOW I understood! What were my next thoughts? All I could think of was that I prayed this guy would not abandon me in the middle of nowhere,because I had NO intention of confirming his beliefs on such activities..
I stalled and I stalled....Finally,we arrived at my house..As he closed his car's trunk lid,he turned to me, and offered to give me a studio tour where they shot his TV show sometime..I thanked him for the ride home, and fled inside my house and Jim's loving arms..
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Cars I have owned
1951 Plymouth Cranbrook (Tought myself to drive and to drive a stick with this) Maroon 218 C.I.Flathead w/Fluid Drive
1955 Buick Roadmaster White & Red Convertible 364 C.I.
1957 Ford Fairlane 500....Goldenrod & black 312 Thunderbird V-8 Auto trans
1957 Dodge Custom Royal Lancer D-500 325 C.I.
1958 Ford Fairlane 500 Biscayne Blue & Snowshow White 332 Interceptor V-8, 3-speed stick W/Overdrive
1958 Nash Metropolitan convertible Red,Austin 4 Banger ,3 speed stick
1958 Buick Super Midnight blue 332 C.I Nailhead V-8 Dynaflow trans.
1958 Chevrolet Impala 348 C.I auto
1960 Dodge Polara Red D-500auto trans
1962 Plymouth Valiant Light Blue 225 C.I Slant-6 auto trans
1962 Chevrolet 1/2 ton pick-up truck Blue 283 C.I stick
1963 Pontiac Bonneville Safari wagon Maroon 389 C.I. V-8 auto trans
1965 Pontiac 2+2 421 Black C.I. 4-speed stick
1965 Bonneville 389 C.I. Black auto trans
1966 Ford LTD White 428 C.I. V-8 auto trans
1965 Oldsmobile Starfire White 425 C.I. V-8 auto trans
1966 Chevelle S.S. 396 C.I auto Black
1966 Pontiac Grand Prix Dark Blue 428 V-8 auto trans
1967 Chevrolet Impala S.S. 427 C.I. auto trans
1968 Pontiac Executive Safari wagon Royal Blue 400 C.I.,auto
1968 Cadillac Fleetwood Med. Green 427 V-8 auto
1969 Ford Torino Brougham Dk. Green 390 C.I auto
1970 Oldsmobile Brougham 98 455 C.I V-8 auto
1972 Cadillac Eldorado 500 Golden Brown C.I auto
1974 Cadillac Coupe' De Ville Chocolate Brown 472 C.I. V-8
!974 Plymouth Trail Duster Dark Green 360 V-8 auto 4 wheel drive
1979 Ford Grenada White 250 C.I. Straight 6 auto
1979 Cadillac Seville black 350 C.I auto
1980 Chevrolet Half ton pick-up truck White 6.2 L.diesel auto
1982 Audi 5000 2.3 L 6 cylinder auto
1983 Chrysler LeBaron GTS 2.2 L Turbo Red auto
1987 Dodge GLHS Shelby 2.2 L Turbo Black Stick
1991 Ford Taurus Wagon Beige 3.8 L V-6 auto
1995 Ford Explorer Dk. Green 4.0 L 6-cylinder auto
1998 Ford Thunderbird Dk. Blue330 C.I auto
1999 Dodge Neon Black 2.0L auto
2000 Kia Sephia LS 1.8 L Red auto
2002 Kia Optima ES 2.7 L V-6 Grey auto
2002 Chevrolet Camaro Gray V-6 auto
2003 Kia Sedona EX 3.5 L Black auto
2004 Kia Spectra 1.8 L 4-cylinder Red auto
2005 Kia Sportage EX V-6 Green auto
2011 Kia Soul !Titanium inline-4 auto
Hmmmm...I have owned 45 cars so far..That is a average of a year a car,since I have been driving..That is a lot of cars..LOL! Have you owned any of these?
1955 Buick Roadmaster White & Red Convertible 364 C.I.
1957 Ford Fairlane 500....Goldenrod & black 312 Thunderbird V-8 Auto trans
1957 Dodge Custom Royal Lancer D-500 325 C.I.
1958 Ford Fairlane 500 Biscayne Blue & Snowshow White 332 Interceptor V-8, 3-speed stick W/Overdrive
1958 Nash Metropolitan convertible Red,Austin 4 Banger ,3 speed stick
1958 Buick Super Midnight blue 332 C.I Nailhead V-8 Dynaflow trans.
1958 Chevrolet Impala 348 C.I auto
1960 Dodge Polara Red D-500auto trans
1962 Plymouth Valiant Light Blue 225 C.I Slant-6 auto trans
1962 Chevrolet 1/2 ton pick-up truck Blue 283 C.I stick
1963 Pontiac Bonneville Safari wagon Maroon 389 C.I. V-8 auto trans
1965 Pontiac 2+2 421 Black C.I. 4-speed stick
1965 Bonneville 389 C.I. Black auto trans
1966 Ford LTD White 428 C.I. V-8 auto trans
1965 Oldsmobile Starfire White 425 C.I. V-8 auto trans
1966 Chevelle S.S. 396 C.I auto Black
1966 Pontiac Grand Prix Dark Blue 428 V-8 auto trans
1967 Chevrolet Impala S.S. 427 C.I. auto trans
1968 Pontiac Executive Safari wagon Royal Blue 400 C.I.,auto
1968 Cadillac Fleetwood Med. Green 427 V-8 auto
1969 Ford Torino Brougham Dk. Green 390 C.I auto
1970 Oldsmobile Brougham 98 455 C.I V-8 auto
1972 Cadillac Eldorado 500 Golden Brown C.I auto
1974 Cadillac Coupe' De Ville Chocolate Brown 472 C.I. V-8
!974 Plymouth Trail Duster Dark Green 360 V-8 auto 4 wheel drive
1979 Ford Grenada White 250 C.I. Straight 6 auto
1979 Cadillac Seville black 350 C.I auto
1980 Chevrolet Half ton pick-up truck White 6.2 L.diesel auto
1982 Audi 5000 2.3 L 6 cylinder auto
1983 Chrysler LeBaron GTS 2.2 L Turbo Red auto
1987 Dodge GLHS Shelby 2.2 L Turbo Black Stick
1991 Ford Taurus Wagon Beige 3.8 L V-6 auto
1995 Ford Explorer Dk. Green 4.0 L 6-cylinder auto
1998 Ford Thunderbird Dk. Blue330 C.I auto
1999 Dodge Neon Black 2.0L auto
2000 Kia Sephia LS 1.8 L Red auto
2002 Kia Optima ES 2.7 L V-6 Grey auto
2002 Chevrolet Camaro Gray V-6 auto
2003 Kia Sedona EX 3.5 L Black auto
2004 Kia Spectra 1.8 L 4-cylinder Red auto
2005 Kia Sportage EX V-6 Green auto
2011 Kia Soul !Titanium inline-4 auto
Hmmmm...I have owned 45 cars so far..That is a average of a year a car,since I have been driving..That is a lot of cars..LOL! Have you owned any of these?
Friday, January 7, 2011
Fine dining with the elite of Palm Springs
You haven't lived until you go out for fine dining in Palm Springs with the elite..They are the elite,just ask them and they will loudly proclaim to to be so..
Here are a a few examples of those very interesting and exclusive evenings...
A new,exclusive restaurant had just opened up and a couple we knew had secured a reservation for a table for six,and asked if we wanted to go...After insisting that Jim and I pay our own freight,we agreed to share in a magical evening..
We had not met the other couple, as they were friends of our hosts..Jim and I arrived late,as I couldn't find the damn restaurant..We entered,it was packed with people..We were told our party was waiting at the bar..I can only assume that our being ten minutes late caused the other two couples to drown their worries about our fate, in a sea of Grey Goose French vodka..I mean they were slurring words drunk..I ordered myself doubles in a vain attempt to try and catch up with them..(JK)..
We were finally seated in a very nice two level dining room at ground level,that ended up being ground zero..I placed my order,as did our dinner companions..I went outside for a smoke..Suddenly,I hear a voice behind me slur a request for a cigarette..It was one of the dinner companions we had just met..I offered him a cigarette and offered my lighter..Just as the cigarette ignited,another type of fire exploded..His partner FLEW out to the courtyard where we stood,screeching at the top of lugs at his partner for smoking..Then, this fine gentleman demanded to know why I gave him a cigarette to start with..Not knowing that he wasn't supposed to smoke,and also feeling no responsibility for the actions of strangers,I shared both of those facts, with balled fists..LOUDLY..Please don't think the party is over dear reader,it has just begun..
Staggering before me,my two dinner companions reentered the dining room and returned to our table..I noticed that our other two friends were now missing from the table..I asked Jim where they were..Jim pointed silently downward..No..Get serious..REALLY!!?? They were under the table??? Well, actually, one was under the table lying on the floor,and the other one was now slumped half under the table..Then dinner arrived..
The guy on the floor was now moaning that he had to pee,and remained prone on the floor,dragging himself toward what I assumed was the hallway to the bathroom..I watched as his friends ignored him and a busboy stepped over him..I look at my now cooling $35.00 entree and back at the crawling figure..I stood up, went over and picked him off, leading him down a very dark hall to the mens room..I actually received applause from other diners,which deepened my embarrassment..
I saw a sign on a door that had a sign starting with a large "M" letter..It was so damn dark and he was starting to slip from my grasp,I just yanked the "M" door open and pushed him into that room..within a few seconds the door crashes open..There stood the manager yelling about how the guy tried to pee in his office..Oppppps! Wrong "M"..
The manager pointed me in the direction of the real mens room,which, of course,included another trip through the packed dinning room..This time, we received shouts of laughter..
I found the real mens room, had walked him to the first urinal..He fumbled and fumbled as I held him up against the wall..He asked me for help..I told him that it was likely he would be pissing his own pants before that ever happens..
Luckily for him,he was finally successful and the mission was accomplished..I helped him back to our table, and sat down in front of my cold,congealed,lobster casserole.. By then, Jim had finished his dinner,and our two friends had left the restaurant,their part of the check unpaid,and sticking us with their two pals...I collected enough from our new friends to cover their dinners and the other two dinners,plus a good tip..I stuck the cash in my wallet and paid for the whole thing on my credit card...
Jim and I left those two sitting at the table,and whom might still be sitting there,for all we know..
Next we have another very special Palm Springs dining experience.. As we were the hosts,I must take a little blame for what happened..
A couple we knew were having their 25th anniversary..That same date,there was a going to be a dinner show at one of Palm Springs finest resorts,for charity..The tickets included dinner and a show..It turned out that we ended up being the show..I paid extra to be right in front of the stage..We invited another couple and two single friends as well..Lets say it wasn't cheap, but how many can say its been 25 years together..
I really wasn't paying attention to how much booze the couple of honor was pounding down, but Jim noticed at the time,and I noticed when I got the bar bill..
Food service was completed and the live show was about a third of the way into their program..I told Jim I was glad that we had front row seats..I regretted saying that a few minutes later as the lovebirds got into a drunken fight..Oh yes,screaming things like :" I HATE YOU AND ALWAYS HAVE"..or my personal favDIEEEEEEEEEE"....That was nice!
It was so disruptive that the entertainers stopped entertaining and stood and watched the spectacle right there before them..
One of the two stormed off,civility returned,as did the performance..I bet you think that is all there was to that story..Nahhh..This is Palm Springs,that demands a BIG finale!
I guess about 10/15 minutes later the guy that stormed off returned to our table,shirt torn, and bloody..He said that he had backed into someone else's car in the parking lot and there was a fight when that driver tried to take our drunk friends car keys from him.. Of course,the cops were now on the way..Jim wordlessly bounds to his feet,grabs the poor drunk and says that he, Jim, is driving him home right now, and off they flew..Of course,being me, all I can think of Jim being arrested as a accessory..
Jim returned safe to the resort..Got me, and we bid yet another magical evening in Palm Springs a fond good night.
Don't worry gentle reader,there are many more coming...
Here are a a few examples of those very interesting and exclusive evenings...
A new,exclusive restaurant had just opened up and a couple we knew had secured a reservation for a table for six,and asked if we wanted to go...After insisting that Jim and I pay our own freight,we agreed to share in a magical evening..
We had not met the other couple, as they were friends of our hosts..Jim and I arrived late,as I couldn't find the damn restaurant..We entered,it was packed with people..We were told our party was waiting at the bar..I can only assume that our being ten minutes late caused the other two couples to drown their worries about our fate, in a sea of Grey Goose French vodka..I mean they were slurring words drunk..I ordered myself doubles in a vain attempt to try and catch up with them..(JK)..
We were finally seated in a very nice two level dining room at ground level,that ended up being ground zero..I placed my order,as did our dinner companions..I went outside for a smoke..Suddenly,I hear a voice behind me slur a request for a cigarette..It was one of the dinner companions we had just met..I offered him a cigarette and offered my lighter..Just as the cigarette ignited,another type of fire exploded..His partner FLEW out to the courtyard where we stood,screeching at the top of lugs at his partner for smoking..Then, this fine gentleman demanded to know why I gave him a cigarette to start with..Not knowing that he wasn't supposed to smoke,and also feeling no responsibility for the actions of strangers,I shared both of those facts, with balled fists..LOUDLY..Please don't think the party is over dear reader,it has just begun..
Staggering before me,my two dinner companions reentered the dining room and returned to our table..I noticed that our other two friends were now missing from the table..I asked Jim where they were..Jim pointed silently downward..No..Get serious..REALLY!!?? They were under the table??? Well, actually, one was under the table lying on the floor,and the other one was now slumped half under the table..Then dinner arrived..
The guy on the floor was now moaning that he had to pee,and remained prone on the floor,dragging himself toward what I assumed was the hallway to the bathroom..I watched as his friends ignored him and a busboy stepped over him..I look at my now cooling $35.00 entree and back at the crawling figure..I stood up, went over and picked him off, leading him down a very dark hall to the mens room..I actually received applause from other diners,which deepened my embarrassment..
I saw a sign on a door that had a sign starting with a large "M" letter..It was so damn dark and he was starting to slip from my grasp,I just yanked the "M" door open and pushed him into that room..within a few seconds the door crashes open..There stood the manager yelling about how the guy tried to pee in his office..Oppppps! Wrong "M"..
The manager pointed me in the direction of the real mens room,which, of course,included another trip through the packed dinning room..This time, we received shouts of laughter..
I found the real mens room, had walked him to the first urinal..He fumbled and fumbled as I held him up against the wall..He asked me for help..I told him that it was likely he would be pissing his own pants before that ever happens..
Luckily for him,he was finally successful and the mission was accomplished..I helped him back to our table, and sat down in front of my cold,congealed,lobster casserole.. By then, Jim had finished his dinner,and our two friends had left the restaurant,their part of the check unpaid,and sticking us with their two pals...I collected enough from our new friends to cover their dinners and the other two dinners,plus a good tip..I stuck the cash in my wallet and paid for the whole thing on my credit card...
Jim and I left those two sitting at the table,and whom might still be sitting there,for all we know..
Next we have another very special Palm Springs dining experience.. As we were the hosts,I must take a little blame for what happened..
A couple we knew were having their 25th anniversary..That same date,there was a going to be a dinner show at one of Palm Springs finest resorts,for charity..The tickets included dinner and a show..It turned out that we ended up being the show..I paid extra to be right in front of the stage..We invited another couple and two single friends as well..Lets say it wasn't cheap, but how many can say its been 25 years together..
I really wasn't paying attention to how much booze the couple of honor was pounding down, but Jim noticed at the time,and I noticed when I got the bar bill..
Food service was completed and the live show was about a third of the way into their program..I told Jim I was glad that we had front row seats..I regretted saying that a few minutes later as the lovebirds got into a drunken fight..Oh yes,screaming things like :" I HATE YOU AND ALWAYS HAVE"..or my personal favDIEEEEEEEEEE"....That was nice!
It was so disruptive that the entertainers stopped entertaining and stood and watched the spectacle right there before them..
One of the two stormed off,civility returned,as did the performance..I bet you think that is all there was to that story..Nahhh..This is Palm Springs,that demands a BIG finale!
I guess about 10/15 minutes later the guy that stormed off returned to our table,shirt torn, and bloody..He said that he had backed into someone else's car in the parking lot and there was a fight when that driver tried to take our drunk friends car keys from him.. Of course,the cops were now on the way..Jim wordlessly bounds to his feet,grabs the poor drunk and says that he, Jim, is driving him home right now, and off they flew..Of course,being me, all I can think of Jim being arrested as a accessory..
Jim returned safe to the resort..Got me, and we bid yet another magical evening in Palm Springs a fond good night.
Don't worry gentle reader,there are many more coming...
Meeting Jim
It was a real fluke the way I met Jim..I was invited to attend a motorcycle weekend run (campout),and even though I had a big,heavy touring motorcycle,I just didn't feel like attending..The day before the run officially started,a friend of mine called and insisted that I use his ticket to go,as he had to work..
I seldom decline anything free,so I packed my gear,jumped on my bike and took off for the mountains..When I arrived,I was greeted by a bunch of friends and people that I knew..They wanted me to camp by them, so,I did..After setting up my camp,I rode over to the area where the motorcycle events were taking place..I was just sitting there and wishing that I had a partner to do some of the events with..No sooner than I thought that,I saw Jim,standing alone,watching the events..I gunned my bike and went over to him..We exchanged introductions..He had lots of questions about my bike and asked for a ride..I gave him my helmet,and off we went,for about an hour..
Even though meals were included with the run,I asked Jim if I could take him out to dinner...He agreed! YAY! So I took us to town, to the local steakhouse..After dinner,we returned to camp, and sat by the bonfire with everyone else..
The next morning,we went over to the cookhouse for breakfast,,As we sat down at the table,there was some guy crying,sitting across from us..After he left,I told Jim that is one reason why I don't usually go on these runs'..Someone is always breaking up with someone else..It's depressing..
Jim blinked and said: "That crying guy was the guy I came up here with"...I confess I was shocked as this was the first time I had heard of someone else..I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing..I went fishing down at the lake after breakfast,and Jim asked to join me..That was the first,but not the last time that Jim has shocked me..
The next day,we broke camp and packed up..Jim and I traded numbers..I rode back to L.A.,went home,cleaned up and went down to the bar my club hangs at,for the awards presentation from the run that was happening that night..I arrived and the place was packed...It looked like it was going to be so much fun,that I called Jim and invited him down..Jim showed up,and we were never separated again..
I seldom decline anything free,so I packed my gear,jumped on my bike and took off for the mountains..When I arrived,I was greeted by a bunch of friends and people that I knew..They wanted me to camp by them, so,I did..After setting up my camp,I rode over to the area where the motorcycle events were taking place..I was just sitting there and wishing that I had a partner to do some of the events with..No sooner than I thought that,I saw Jim,standing alone,watching the events..I gunned my bike and went over to him..We exchanged introductions..He had lots of questions about my bike and asked for a ride..I gave him my helmet,and off we went,for about an hour..
Even though meals were included with the run,I asked Jim if I could take him out to dinner...He agreed! YAY! So I took us to town, to the local steakhouse..After dinner,we returned to camp, and sat by the bonfire with everyone else..
The next morning,we went over to the cookhouse for breakfast,,As we sat down at the table,there was some guy crying,sitting across from us..After he left,I told Jim that is one reason why I don't usually go on these runs'..Someone is always breaking up with someone else..It's depressing..
Jim blinked and said: "That crying guy was the guy I came up here with"...I confess I was shocked as this was the first time I had heard of someone else..I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing..I went fishing down at the lake after breakfast,and Jim asked to join me..That was the first,but not the last time that Jim has shocked me..
The next day,we broke camp and packed up..Jim and I traded numbers..I rode back to L.A.,went home,cleaned up and went down to the bar my club hangs at,for the awards presentation from the run that was happening that night..I arrived and the place was packed...It looked like it was going to be so much fun,that I called Jim and invited him down..Jim showed up,and we were never separated again..
Beautiful women
Sorry,no photos of beautiful women here..The Net is packed with 'em,though...As if you didn't know..
The very recent death of the beautiful actress Anne Francis brought back many happy memories of her for me as a fan of her TV show "Honey West"..Her performance in "Forbidden Planet" must have steamed up many a windshield at the local drive-in,when it was first released..
I had the extreme pleasure of meeting Ms. Francis at a local Palm Springs outdoor restaurant,years ago....She graciously allowed me to join her briefly,and we had a lively chat..I found that her off-screen persona was as beautiful as she herself was outside..Ms. Francis gave me many happy memories to enjoy..I am so sorry that she is no longer with us..
That being said,thinking about Ms.Francis reminded me of several women I have found attractive over my life..Don't worry,your girlfriends and wives remain perfectly safe around me, never fear!
It is my opinion that one does not have to be Heterosexual to see the beauty in women..The beauty I refer to is not just confined to the outside..
I have lived long enough to see how womens lives have changed,all for the better..No longer in cars is it normal for the women to ride,segregated to the rear seat..Silly,wasn't that? I assume it was to keep them safe in case of a car crash,but maybe I am being way too generous..
I recall so many family gatherings where the women hid in the kitchen,only to be yelled at if the mixer messed up the reception of the Big Game..After dinner,the men sat around while the women cleaned up everything...I have no idea if this is still common in most households,I have not attended a family gathering for many years....
Things have gotten better for women, with more work to be done to insure that they are equal in every facet of society..
Rambling on,I must say that actress Anne Jeffreys was always a beautiful looking woman,as well as Connie Francis,the wonderful singer...
Which brings me to another few beautiful women I have known..We will start with my dad's sister,Connie..Connie was a calm,quiet,unassuming sweetheart..Her life had its issues,and she bore up under them with a class and grace worthy of a regal Queen..There never was a time that I did not welcome the opportunity to be around her sunny disposition..
Next up at bat was another aunt of mine..Her name Was Florence...She was as beautiful to look at as she was to be near..Her storybook marriage ended tragically when her first husband died,suddenly..Like a beautiful bird,trapped in a room full of starving cats,many men sought her..Sadly,she made the wrong choice and was soon divorced..Once again she remarried to a loudly self-professing "Christian" man..It was not until the last year of Florence's life,we all learned that he was a wife beater..I assume in between all of his Bible-waving..Yet through it all Florence maintained her sense of humor and her natural class worthy of any country club..
The very recent death of the beautiful actress Anne Francis brought back many happy memories of her for me as a fan of her TV show "Honey West"..Her performance in "Forbidden Planet" must have steamed up many a windshield at the local drive-in,when it was first released..
I had the extreme pleasure of meeting Ms. Francis at a local Palm Springs outdoor restaurant,years ago....She graciously allowed me to join her briefly,and we had a lively chat..I found that her off-screen persona was as beautiful as she herself was outside..Ms. Francis gave me many happy memories to enjoy..I am so sorry that she is no longer with us..
That being said,thinking about Ms.Francis reminded me of several women I have found attractive over my life..Don't worry,your girlfriends and wives remain perfectly safe around me, never fear!
It is my opinion that one does not have to be Heterosexual to see the beauty in women..The beauty I refer to is not just confined to the outside..
I have lived long enough to see how womens lives have changed,all for the better..No longer in cars is it normal for the women to ride,segregated to the rear seat..Silly,wasn't that? I assume it was to keep them safe in case of a car crash,but maybe I am being way too generous..
I recall so many family gatherings where the women hid in the kitchen,only to be yelled at if the mixer messed up the reception of the Big Game..After dinner,the men sat around while the women cleaned up everything...I have no idea if this is still common in most households,I have not attended a family gathering for many years....
Things have gotten better for women, with more work to be done to insure that they are equal in every facet of society..
Rambling on,I must say that actress Anne Jeffreys was always a beautiful looking woman,as well as Connie Francis,the wonderful singer...
Which brings me to another few beautiful women I have known..We will start with my dad's sister,Connie..Connie was a calm,quiet,unassuming sweetheart..Her life had its issues,and she bore up under them with a class and grace worthy of a regal Queen..There never was a time that I did not welcome the opportunity to be around her sunny disposition..
Next up at bat was another aunt of mine..Her name Was Florence...She was as beautiful to look at as she was to be near..Her storybook marriage ended tragically when her first husband died,suddenly..Like a beautiful bird,trapped in a room full of starving cats,many men sought her..Sadly,she made the wrong choice and was soon divorced..Once again she remarried to a loudly self-professing "Christian" man..It was not until the last year of Florence's life,we all learned that he was a wife beater..I assume in between all of his Bible-waving..Yet through it all Florence maintained her sense of humor and her natural class worthy of any country club..
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