“GOD BLESS AMERICA”

God Bless America

God Bless America (Photo credit: ClaraDon)

“GOD BLESS AMERICA”…… A phrase spoken probably more times than any other since our country was put on the map (except maybe for “Awesome”).  The awesome thing about it is that today only a few mean it or believe this phrase.

“PRESIDENT’S DAY”……A day on which we celebrate our past presidents and their accomplishments ( or follies).  For the last five years it has been follies. and will be for three more.

“MEMORIAL DAY”……The day we honor our dead service men from all wars.  Un-fortunately all of our wars since 1950 have not been called wars even though thousands of our military were killed, maimed and wounded.  Our military personnel in the two Iraq wars and the war in Pakistan were nothing less than murdered by our last three presidents and are still dying because president Obama refuses to withdraw our troops from trying to protect a bunch of heathens/muslims who do not want or deserve that protection.  All they really want is our foreign aid money.  They don’t deserve that either.

INDEPENDENCE DAY“…… Independence from British tyranny into the hands of the political tyranny of the Obama presidency of today.

In less than five months it will again be, July 4th, the birthday of our country, Independence Day.  Americans all over the world will be shouting “God Bless America” and singing its praises to the song with the same title.  Flags will be flying and beautiful displays of fireworks will light up the skies to the music of John Phillips Souza.  Canons will open their steel or cast iron mouths and spit out smoke and fire during the finally and the cheers will set off such a roar that it will be heard around the world.  But the fireworks are not the only explosions to be heard.  In Afghanistan, Pakistan, Hell-iss-tan, etc. the Taleban, al Qaeda and other muslim ragheads will be setting off car bombs, human bombs and shooting at U.S. and U.N. troops; but we cannot shoot back for fear of hitting “civilians” or children.   The ugly truth is that the children grow into future Taleban or  al Qaeda still trying to overthrow theirs or some one elses government.  So don’t feel to sorry for them………….The truth hurts.

JULY 5th:  All is quiet except for a few lingering firecrackers.  The flags are still flying.  The back yards are strewn with beer bottles, food scraps, paper napkins, etc. yet to be cleaned up from the backyard cook-outs.  Many are still in bed or lying around sleeping off their celebrations.  We all know the situation.  Most of us have been there more than once.  By the end of the weekend all is back to the “status quo”.  The parties and celebrations have been forgotten except for the kids who are still talking about the fireworks they saw.  With less on their minds, they don’t forget as soon as the adults.  Fireworks are for kids anyway.

What has happened to Americans??  Why all the apathy??  Why all the lack of self-esteem;  the lack of loyalty;  the lack of self caring??  People today are mostly slobs.  Some to skinny, many to fat, a few who really care about their appearance……Men with “10″ o’clock shadow who go to work in blue jeans, t-shirts and sports jackets; colors that don’t match.  They don’t look any better than some of the “Homeless People”…….Women who let their hair grow every which way; straight and curly and kinky; so that it looks like the last time it was combed or brushed was when they were little and their mothers took care of it.  Wearing ragged blue jeans with holes in the knees and elsewhere;  wearing tops with such low-cut necklines and short skirts that anyone can see their bellybutton and other sexually explicit places when they bend over.  The work place looks like it has become “Prostitute City”.  All our work force cares about today is their hourly wage and how to get more.  Company loyalty is a thing of the past and probably will never be seen again.

GREED, PROGRESS AND POLITICS are the underling culprits.  These items have slowly turned Americans into the people we have today.  Greed has been around since the first “man” started walking up-right on two legs, but through the years,  greed has grown into a way of life.   Progress has done a lot for this country, but it has also destroyed a lot of this country.   Politics is another story……………..  Politics/Government is the worst of the three……….Our Supreme Court has turned into a political, cowardly mish-mash.  This court no longer makes its decisions based on constitutionality, but makes its decisions to appease the political factions in our country………..For years and years our Congress has been made up of a majority of selfish, greedy, power-hungry men and women;  some to the point of becoming criminals.  Their votes are not cast on various bills to help the people or our country they are cast to appease lobbyists for individuals, banks, oil companies, the medical and pharmaceutical fields, etc. or to put money into their own pockets.   As with anything else, there is that small percentage who are honest and dedicated……………..Then there is our illustrious president.  A man who has no respect for our country or our flag or our heritage.  A man who is of Islam and is a muslim.  A man who has hired devout muslims to head our new security system which is a waste of time and money much-needed in other government programs.  A man who was elected by wealthy Greeks, wealthy muslims, not so upstanding Chicago politicians, the “Mob”, fools, minorities, illegal immigrants and dead people.  A man who has made a bad economy into an almost unbearable economy along with his many other un-acomplishments……..The first white person Obama met was, no doubt, Jane Goodall.  He grew up in Africa,  Asia and who knows where else. He came out of the jungle and entered the United States without any living things knowledge, went to college  (although I have never heard or read what kind of degree he received), Worked his way up in politics into Congress and lo and behold was elected to the office of President of the United States with a wife who thinks she is “Queen of the Jungle”  (Jane must be very proud.)  and both are more racist than I ever will be.  Now, if that isn’t a horror story, I have never heard one.

YES,  I am one of those apathetic, fat, unbelievers and I have not voted since George and his little brother Jeb were involved in Florida’s fraudulent voting scandal and the Supreme Court refused to investigate.  I voted for George that year.  Hell, I haven’t got it right since I was 21 years old……………Some will say that if I don’t vote, then I don’t have the right to complain and maybe they are right.  I’m not going to lose any sleep over it.  All I know is that I will be 84 years old in 5 months and I think that makes me one up on all you younger people because I probably won’t be alive to see this president fulfill his second term or see the next president elected….As I said in the beginning: GOD BLESS AMERICA

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“THE HOME”

THIS INFORMATION IS NOT “TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN” BECAUSE EVERY ONE SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT THIS SUBJECT.  THEY ARE YOUR PARENTS AND LOVED ONES.

Brownsburg Meadows is one of several “not-for-profit” nursing homes owned by American Senior Communities scattered throughout Indiana.  How it can be not-for-profit is beyond me.

September 6, 2013 I was released from BROWNSBURG  MEADOWS nursing home and rehab center after spending approximately three weeks in  I.U. WEST HOSPITAL and nine weeks in rehab.  An experience topped only by the 18 days I spent in a Florida rehab facility in August of 2012. (See my blog:  “Once Upon A Time In Florida”).  I was at the Meadows receiving rehab on my legs, arms and shoulders hoping to develop strength enough to at least be able to walk with a walker again.  Strength I had lost while bed-ridden in the hospital.  I did gain strength enough to walk with my walker, but I am still unsteady on my feet. I hope to rectify that with home nursing and rehab.  I also suffer from swollen legs caused from fluid retention and we, the doctors and I, cannot seem to get rid of it.  I am taking 120 mg of Lasix per day and, well let’s just say the stream is flowing
continuously………UPDATE 9/26/13:  The Dr. stopped all of my emlodipine(sp) and changed Lasix to Torsemide(sp).  My legs and feet are almost back to normal now.

GETTING IN AND GETTING OUT:  Getting IN to one of these “HOMES” is relatively easy.  If you have been in the hospital, the Social Worker will arrange everything for you.  If one is to be admitted by relatives, this too is relatively easy.  In both cases, all it takes is the “almighty dollar” rather it is Medicare, or private funds.  Getting OUT is another story.  It almost takes an act of congress.  Actually only the in-house doctor who is treating the patient can release that patient.  My own opinion is that a rehab patient should be able to go home at his/her own discretion and it violates a patient’s civil rights to keep him/her if the patient wants to leave or be released by relatives.

THE STAFF:  The administration staff were all very cordial and aimed to please.  But of course, “THE HOME” owners wanted our and medicare’s money.  My opinion is, from observation, that the owners wanted the patients kept as close to the maximum time to get Medicare’s maximum amount of money.  Anything to defraud Medicare……….When entering the facility, both patient and a relative are supposed to have meetings with the staff about goals and other specific subjects.  I did not get any of these meetings until more than half way through my stay and my daughter and I had to complain several times before we finally received them.

THE IN-HOUSE DOCTORS:  Each doctor had various patients assigned to them.  The number of doctors and the number of patients assigned to them and how often they visited “The Home” is unknown to me.  I saw my doctor on the day I was admitted and twice more during my entire stay at “The Home”, but I bet he charged me for every contact he made about me with the nursing staff.  This is an obsurde and ridiculous situation.  Admittedly, the nurses did inform the doctor and my cardiologist when some-thing went awry.

REHAB PERSONAL:  All of the rehab personal were wonderful.  They seemed to be well trained and they treated everyone with respect and tried to put them at ease while at the same time being strict in seeing that everyone did their exercises properly.  Each rehab person was given from one to two hours of rehab five days a week (none on weekends usually) depending on age and/or condition.  Three of the women there were 100 yrs. old or more.  Sad to say, but all three were in better shape than I.

CLEANLINESS AND FOOD:  Bathrooms are cleaned daily, but sink and toilet are not cleaned by aides after each use by a patient…Many times the toilet seat has excrement on it and the floor is sticky with dried urine or wet with fresh urine.  The sink is used to put dirty wash clothes, etc. in after a patient has to be wiped clean after each bowel movement.  THIS IS UNHEALTHY AND UNACCEPTABLE.  Dirty towels, clothes and bedding are left on the room floor or bathroom floor until some one’s spirit moves and they are good and ready to put them in the dirty clothes bags and hampers.  Beds are sloppily made and sometimes go longer than a week before clean bedding is used.  A good thing about clothes is that they are washed daily and brought back to each patient’s room daily or if desired, a relative can take dirty clothes home and wash and dry them for a patient.

The facility definitely did not have enough nurses aids to care for the number of patients.  As a result, some patients were late to the dining room and had to eat a cold breakfast.  Some patients went without being cleaned up, dressed, beds made and missed getting their medications on time.  The above conditions are NOT ACCEPTABLE IN ANY HOSPITAL, NURSING HOME OR OTHER HEALTH CARE FACILITY.  The legislature, the governor and the State Dept. of Health need to get on the ball and correct the above problems…….PRONTO!!!!!

The food was furnished by GFS foods, but prepared by the facility cooks.  It was edible, but that’s about all I can say good about it.  Portions were way too small, but even then many patients left a considerable amount of food on their plates when thru eating because they did not like it.  How is a patient supposed to get their proper nourishment when food, and money, is wasted in this way???   The food was almost always served luke warm to cold.  Why it had to be this way was mostly because the cook serving was slow and the and the table servers were slower.  Sometimes we had to wait at least half an hour before our food was set on the table in front of us.  I think someone could figure out a better way.  Also, the menu was too repetitious.  It had the same choices over and over and over.  Breakfast always had the same choices every day with the exception of adding one slice of french toast occasionally.  Of course the food had to be monitored in some way because of the various diets of the patients.

PATIENTS AND ACCOMMODATIONS:  The “Home” had three sections for patients.  Sec. 200 was for rehab people only.  Sec. 300 was for assisted living people.  Sec. 400 was for long-term care people…..Alzheimer’s, dementia, the “crazy ones”, etc.  Each section’s patients is supposed to be separate from the others and this is stated in their brochure.  I do not know if this is a state law or not, but it should be.  This was not so.  Patients were all mixed in together.  I was put in Sec. 300 with a man who slept continually except when he had visitors.  He snored continuously and often yelled out in his sleep so loud that one could hear him at the nurses station down the hall.  He finally moved out to an assisted living apt. at another facility.  New patients were put where ever there was an empty bed no matter who their roommate was.  Each room had two beds unless a patient was in the assisted living group.  They could request a room by themselves and thus have some privacy, but they were scattered throughout Sec. 300 and 400.  This combined rehab, assisted living long-term care facility should not be allowed to exist in its present form.  People of sound minds who just need therapy for hip replacement, knee replacement, and other arm, leg, neck, back problems, etc. are sharing rooms with Alzheimer’s/dementia patients, mentally disturbed patients, etc.  Has anyone stopped to think what this mixing could do to another person’s mental condition?  It could cause mild to deep depression and suicide attempts.  It could cause a fear of living to an older age.  It could cause frustration and/or violence toward a room-mate.   Each of the three above mentioned categories should live in separate housing or on separate floors if the building is more than one story.  At some facilities, assisted living people have their own apartments.

Alzheimer’s/Dementia patients, the mentally ill and those patients who were “unruly” and made trouble for everyone who tried to help them, were set in their wheelchairs and made to sit in the area of the nursing station all day so the nurses and aides could keep an eye on them.  Some of the worst patients were also made to spend the night at the nursing station because they would get out of bed and wander the halls or pester their room mates.  Why they could not be strapped to their beds or wheelchairs I don’t know.  Could be a state law against such restrictions.  The shortage of help also must have played a role in these actions.

THE STATE OF INDIANA:  It is obvious that the Health Care Quality and Regulatory Commission of the Indiana State Dept. of Health is neither inspecting nor monitoring nursing homes near often enough.  It’s was obvious to me that the “Home” was not living up to the assumed state laws that govern nursing homes.  Some of which might be violations that could cause the facility to be closed or fined heavily.

MY COMMENTS:  “Aug. 19 and 20………Ending my seventh week here in the “Home” and feeling very depressed.  I’ve got to go home soon before I become one of the “crazies”.  I can’t take much more of this environment.  Nothing to do on weekends.  No internet to use my computer and the house computer is like a turtle.  Only works half the time.  Nothing on TV to watch worth seeing.  Thank whoever for football starting up again on Sundays.”

Cleaning, sanitary conditions and food quality and quantity definitely need improvement.  Indiana state inspections and monitoring need to be performed much more often.  Money being wasted on “gay rights”, abortion, etc. issues should be spent on these problems which are much more worth while and pressing.  Separation and cleanliness of patients with various types of sickness mentioned above should be the number one priority of the state nursing home Regulatory Commission.

One last comment……While I was in the “Home” I met some very nice people of all ages.  It appeared to me that some of them needed a lot more love from family members than they needed treatment.  Some of them had very few visitors so I assume their families just dumped them off at the “Home” and forgot they existed.  Fortunately I am not one of those people.  Thank you family; I love you all…….

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THERE’S A BATTERY FOR EVERY THING

"A hunter attacking a brown bear."

“A hunter attacking a brown bear.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As long as man has been on this earth the natural process of aging has caused some to partially or completely lose their hearing as well as other bodily functions.  To compensate for this loss, one very bright caveman discovered that by listening through the small end of a cone-shaped object sound was magnified somewhat louder thereby enabling him to hear a little better.  So…….he gathered all the horns he could find, polished them up and sold them to the other old cave people for inflated prices and became one of the first  shop owners ( J. O. B.’s HORNY EARS ) and millionaires.  

Hundreds of years later descendents of this caveman discovered electronics.    Next came the geniuses of the Twentieth and Twenty First Centuries.  The “chip and digital” of the computer world.   (Forgive me “Chip and Dale“)     They designed and manufactured apples, blueberries, lap-tops and flip-flops, droids and androids, i phones and i pads, (soon the rest of the alphabet will receive their due recognition) kimdles and tablets, Razrs and Razus, Smart phones for dummies and Dumb phones for smarties and who knows what else; all sold at inflated prices of course……..and miles away high on a sunny hill overlooking the world is a ramshackle little shack with a sign over the door with faded letters that reads…..”J.O.B’s HORNY EARS”.  On the porch sitting in an original “Crackerbarrell” rocking chair, is an old caveman.  Cobwebs stretch from shed to shirt, his trusty club lays across his lap, (“Louisville Slugger“), his hair grown down to his waist and his beard grown down between his legs to the floor where it curls around his ankles several times.  Fastened to his dinosaur shirt is a name tag covered in so much dust it can hardly be read.  It says…………….. AL GORE, INVENTOR.

STAY WITH ME READERS WE’RE GETTING TO THE “POINT” OF ALL THIS RAMBLING.    An off-shoot of all these electronic geniuses had hairy ears and decided to try his luck with inventing hearing aids.  Edward Stevens, Oct. 17, 1905 to Jan. 29, 1995, a Welch inventor designed the first “wearable” electronic hearing aids.  As time went by digital hearing aids that inserted into the ear canal were made and sold at very inflated prices.  NOW;  all of these gadgets had to have a source of power from which they could operate………You guessed it Readers,  THE BATTERY and the “POINT”.  Depending on the make, size and design of the hearing aids, the batteries are various sizes,  but all are quite small.    Mine are “size 10″, round (7/32″dia)  and  flat (1/8″thick approx.).  My aids are an insertable, digital pair.  Needless to say with my “not so nimble fingers”, it is a difficult job to get the batteries into place.  I finally bought a pair of tweezers to help my efforts and find it somewhat easier.  I have never had a battery last me more than 4-5 days and I do disconnect the battery at night.  I have read testimonials that some people have had them last 5-7 days, but never longer and they can be quite expensive.  One other minus for insertable aids.  The wearer can NOT adjust the sound or anything else on the aids.  They can only be adjusted at the retailers on a computer.

Talk about your hairy dog stories.  This is becoming one………….                On Dec. 7, 2012 (to remember Pearl Harbour Day) I had a pacemaker installed.  Wonderful invention.  It could save your life.  It helps keep your heart going, and going, and going like the pink rabbit.  The size of a pacemaker is not much larger than an insertable hearing aid (just flatter) and yet the pacemaker battery and unit will last for 5 to 10 YEARS.   Hearing aids can cost from approx. $500.00 to $5000.00 “each” and a person could need two of them.  A pacemaker costs from $4000.00 to $5000.00 each.  For the readers information, I know absolutely nothing about how a battery is made or what materials are used to make one.  Electricity and chemistry are as foreign to me as can be.  So,  will someone please explain to me the difference in cost of batteries for each unit and why a hearing aid battery can not last for 5 to 10 years other than the fact that the public is being ripped off royally.

William L. Verrill   1/6/13

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ONCE UPON A TIME IN FLORIDA

Recently I had the chance to visit the Springbrook Psychiatric Hospital in Brooksville, Florida.  Unfortunately my visit turned into a two-and-one-half week internment in a place that I didn’t even know existed the day before and since have come to call the “Springbrook Hilton” (borrowed from the “Hanoi Hilton“) or for short “The Jail“.

A synopsis of how I got there follows:   I got up to use the bathroom in the night and fell on the hardwood floor.  The pain in my back was really bad and a week later I went to Timber Ridge Emergency Room.  They took a cat scan and ex-rays.  No broken bones or internal bleeding.  They gave me two subscriptions of Morphine pain-killer and sent me home.  The pain-killer was for seven days.  Pain started coming back and I started having withdrawal from the morphine.  Called my sister-in-law and asked if there was a Drug or Suicide Rehabilitation Center I could go to get pain meds.  She called the sheriff and said I was thinking of suicide.  Wrong thing to say.  The sheriff came, picked me up and took me to county hospital where they kept me over night, gave me pain meds and in the afternoon put me on a van and headed for Brookfield Hospital……… They would not tell me where I was going except to say a hospital about two hours away.       When we got there I was taken inside in a wheel chair. (my legs had given out by now and I could not walk on my own).  The admissions office and waiting area were a mess.  Hardly any light, floor looked like it had not been cleaned in a month, and beat up old furniture.  I waited about two hours to be admitted.

Once a person gets in, they don’t get out and in my case no one knew where I was.  None of my children or any other friend or relative.   My cell phone was confiscated upon my arrival, as was everything else I had, which really didn’t matter because the battery was dead.  The only clothes I had were what I was wearing……a t-shirt, underwear, a pair of shorts and loafers.  I also had my wallet, no money and my insurance cards.

Security there is very tight.  Almost like a jail, but not quite.  All doors are kept locked except the “cell blocks” (rooms) and there is no way to leave your section of the building into another. This is actually for the “patients” protection because there are all ages and kinds there.  From what I could see there were three sections for three different age groups.  Being 82 years young, I was put in with the older group.  I did see on my trip to my room that most of the bldg. was new and the new admissions office was not finished yet.  My bunk was an old steel spring and frame bed from the “World War One” era I think, with a very thin mattress.  Needless to say this didn’t help my painful back.

We all had the same strict schedule to live by.  Up at six a.m., breakfast at seven-thirty a.m.,  free time ’til nine a.m., classes ’til eleven a.m, lunch at eleven thirty a.m., free time ’til one p.m., classes ’til four p.m., supper at four thirty p.m., and free time ’til ten p.m. (lights out) seven days a week.  Patients who smoked were allowed to go out side with a “Bull” and smoke during free time.  Patients were allowed to use a group phone during free time, but all my numbers were on my phone and I had not memorized any of them so I could ny call out.  Besides that, I woke up the first morning with laryngitis and could not speak above a whisper.  My laryngitis lasted for eight weeks before it cleared up.

And what kind of people does one find in a Rehabilitation Psychiatric Hospital???  I found a room-mate of about middle age.  He was tall, bearded, long hair, polite, very helpful to me and had recently lost his wife.  He was there because he couldn’t cope with his grief.  I found and older man who could not function by himself and didn’t know who or where he was.  I found two ladies that were 93 and 94 years young who were as nice as could be and their children had just brought them there and “Dumped” them off.  From my observation, I would say they were suffering from dementia.  I found a woman in her sixties who was loud, obnoxious, raving all the time because she couldn’t go out and smoke, but didn’t have any cigarettes anyway.  Sometimes she was so bad the attendants had to give her a shot and put her to bed to calm her down.  I also found a women I would guess was in her 40′s, both legs paralyzed, constantly catherized, not wanted by her father, her husband dead and she had to stay at the “JAIL” until she could find her self a place to live.  There were a few others in our “cell block”, but these mentioned stand out in my mind.  The personal who worked there were very helpful and treated everyone with respect as long as you didn’t get rowdy or out of hand.  Then they could be very forceful.  The head nurse came in with her cart and saw that everyone got their medicines before meals and bed time.  The one big farce there was with the Doctors.  I never had a formal interview with the Psychiatrist as I was supposed to have.  The Doctors came in every day to have a conference with the patients assigned to them, but it was held in the presence of who ever other patients were in the room and lasted all of five minuets or less.  From these visits they determined what medications they would prescribe.

I was in this lovely place from Aug. 7 to Aug.25……..18 days……..All because the sheriff was told I was going to commit suicide when all I wanted was some medical help to relieve my back pain.  To top it all off, I am going to have to pay part of my bill for being there out of my own  pocket and that is not right.  I was basically arrested by the sheriff and taken to this hospital against my will.  I could not contact anyone and could not get out.  It is fine for Florida to have a law that allows this kind of action, but I do believe at least a short investigation should take place before a person is whisked away from his home with no idea of what is happening.

Ahhhhh Florida!!!!!!!!  Americas Vacation Land.  Home of a corrupt BMV,  a corrupt government and a Sheriff’s Dept. that is high on Viagra and can’t keep it in their pants.  Thanks to everyone involved for making my visit so memorable…………….

William L. Verrill

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THE HIGH COST OF DRIVING AND THE THREE POINT TURN

FLORIDA LICENSE FEES

                                     page 214 Nervous System

     Three Point Turn                 THE NERVE OF SOME PEOPLE

If you want to find GOD, just go to the Florida license branches.  There are several working there who think,they are Him.  Our Majority/Minority have found a home for their employment and believe me they use their position to take advantage of every customer.  Especially if the customer is white.  “Reverse Racism” is alive and well………..

Recently I was visiting a friend in Bradenton, FL.  On his 86th birthday, he went to renew his driver’s license.  Yes 86 is pretty old, but if you are in decent health it shouldn’t matter.  In the back of my friend’s mind he was thinking about not getting his renewal because of his age.  Yes, he was nervous and afraid of failing.  How many people do YOU know who want to give up their driving privilege?????  NONE     Right off the bat the clerk jumped on him with a very unwelcome greeting.  I don’t know if she had personal problems, was having a bad day, sat on her Obama pin or just had the rag on, but from there, things went down hill.  The clerk became a veritable  “BITCH”  and my friend just kept getting more nervous and upset………In the end the clerk failed him because he was nervous and SHE didn’t think he was physically fit.  WHO IN HELL WAS SHE to decide his state of health.  She sent him to a State Branch in SARASOTA, FL on the next day with an appointment to take a driving test;  giving my friend NO chance to recover nor regain his composure from his experience……….. The next day when we arrived at the branch for him to take the driving test, my friend was not only nervous, but depressed and tired from not much sleep the night before.  The check in clerk was quite pleasant (she was white) and throughout our stay she seemed to treat everyone the same way.  I took the above picture of the various driving fees while waiting.  Our seats in the waiting room were situated so that we could see all the clerks except one.  They were all black and so was the driving test instructor and they were all women.  We (his wife and I) could not hear what was being said, but we could see all the customer’s faces.  It was very obvious that the black and hispanic customers were treated much better than the whites.   AGAIN; in the end the tester failed my friend.  NOT because of his physical condition, but because he failed to correctly execute a “THREE POINT TURN“.  I have driven for about 65 years and NO ONE ever mentioned a three point turn.  If you are a driver, about to become a driver, you live in Florida and you are white, I suggest you go to a Florida License Branch and get a drivers manual and study it well.  They were “kind” enough to give my friend a temporary license, BUT he cannot drive unless he has an adult licensed driver riding with him.  There is a word for this little episode, but I will not use it here.

TWELVE DAYS LATER……….and my friend made his third attempt to renew his driver’s license.  As in the beginning, so it was in the end.  The “Goddesses” rose up from their throwns and struck him down.  He was even more nervous and upset than at the previous test and when he saw that he was getting the same driving instructor as before, every chance he had for passing went up in smoke.  He made a number of mistakes and the instructor deducted 31 points from his total score.He is now permanently bared from driving.

One more thing I would like to say about “this” branch.  It was a DUMP………..An old ramshackle bldg. behind some trees, very hard to find, waiting room much to small, bathrooms dirty and I use that word loosely.  Why the State Health Board hasn’t closed it down as unclean and unsafe is beyond me.  The head of the Florida Bureau of Motor Vehicles must be very PROUD.

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MY NEW LANDLORD

My New Landlord

Since October, 2010, I have lived in an apartment complex called “Nora Commons on the Monon” for adults 55 years old or older in a large midwest city.  The whole bldg. was only a few years old so every thing looked new and unused and was in good looking shape…….looks are deceiving.   The dishwasher, even though I washed all food particles off, would not get the dishes clean and left a soap residue on them.  The refrigerator made so much noise when it was running, I thought they were thrashing wheat outside my window.  Every time I had a bowel movement, it stopped up the toilet and sometimes took as many as 7 flushings (in between plunges) to open it up.  I’m sure that didn’t help the amount of my water bill.  So much for new apartments with very cheap appliances.

Let me complete my personnel picture.  I am an 81-year-old who had two strokes and several heart procedures (including four stents inserted) and was put on cumadin in the summer/fall of 2011.  In early 2012 I was told it would be best not to live alone. I had an invitation from my brother’s sister-in-law to go to Florida and spend the winter in the fall of 2011.  (I had stayed with her a couple of years earlier and it was a pleasant visit.)  I did not accept and spent the winter in my apt. because of scheduled blood tests and I wasn’t the pepyest, most mobile person in town.  Lucky for me the winter was very mild.  After I was told I shouldn’t be living alone, I decided to except the invitation and in early April I gave up the apt., stored most of my belongings and came to Florida.  I have not been sorry; or have I????

In this little memoir, I am going to call her Koko (Maybe Coocoo would be better but……..)  to save her the embarrassment of people knowing that she knows me.  We have known each other for several years.  Right off the bat I told her I wanted to pay half of the household bills and to figure out how much that would be.  I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a “dead-beat”.  She told me how much.  I said “that’s ridiculous.”  She said “O.K. get out.”  We were off on the right foot…….  I said “what about meals.”  She said “I’ll fix the noon meal.  As for the rest you’re on your own.”   I said “what the hell is this???”  She said “O.K. get out.”  I asked her about the laundry.  She said “I don’t mind doing the laundry I have a new washing machine.  I’ll do it, you put it away.”  We had several other discussions about “rules” and I lost most, but I did win the air conditioner battle.  She seldom turned it on even when it was 90 degrees in the house.  She said electricity cost to much and I told her I would pay for it.  If I wanted to die from suffocation, I would have moved to the desert.  Of course, I guess I could have sat in front of the refrigerator with the door open instead.

Since those first couple days we have kind of settled down together.  She did ask me a few days ago if I wanted some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast and of course I said yes.  She said “good luck” and laughed.  I thought, “Mannnn, what have I gotten into……………….For lunch sometimes she asks if I would like to have so and so. Frozen meals are her “specialty”.  I say O.K. and she says “I’ve never had this before.  I don’t know if we will like it”.  Oh great, I get to be a guinea pig again.  Now I go to the grocery store with her and buy some of the things I like instead of her just buying what’s on sale.  Guinea pigs may have a good life where ever they come from, but not here.  I have eaten meals here that I would have made me walk right by in the service.  I mean S.O.S. would be a gourmet meal. I don’t have to worry about getting that.  She doesn’t do breakfasts.

June 7:  Today we made another trip to the grocery store. Two of them in fact.  Thursday is the start of the sales.  I wish to GOD they had never heard of “Buy one, Get One Free“.  My sister-in-law is the biggest sucker for this marketing gimmick there ever was and she talks Koko into them every time.  Today we went our separate ways in the store.  She picked up a few things and so did I.  We met at the meat counter.  She had two-quart jars of mayonnaise.  “Why did you get those” I asked.  Because they are “buy one get one free and they are dated 2013″.  She had a jar of the same stuff at home in the refrigerator that was over half full and I was the only one who had used it since I got here.  I said “we don’t need those”.  We won’t use them up before 2113″.  She said “I’m going to have to teach you how to shop”!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I thought to my self ” These two women are wacko”.

She also informed me that she is not a good housekeeper and hates to clean.  This afternoon a TV news reporter came on and announced that Obama was going to make a statement about our economy.  She asked if she should turn the sound up.  I said “No, I don’t want to listen to that idiot”.  She must have been of the same opinion because she turned it off.  “I’m going to do a little vacuuming” she says.  I thought, my GOD their’s something wrong with her and said “Are you sick”?  “No, I’m alright I’m just going to do the rugs”.  I said, “Are you sure you don’t have a fever”?  She laughed out loud, repeated what I said and chuckled to her self all the way down the hall.

I guess we will one day get our differences worked out as soon as we get used to each others little quirks.  I hope so.  At 81, I don’t know how many of these shocks  I can take.

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DEATH IN THE AFTERNOON

The sun was going down and it would be dark in a couple of hours.  It had been a very hot day in the desert.  A war worn truck came bumping and rattling down the dirt road paulcked with bomb and shell holes.  They could hardly travel more than twenty miles an hour.  The canvas covering that used to be over the back was all torn away but for a few shreds that were flapping in the wind.  The eight Army personnel on board; five men and two women who were much to young to be here; were as war worn as the truck.  They had been replaced by a new crew and were on their way back to base camp for a hot meal and three days of well deserved rest.

The explosion sent the truck up in the air about three feet and over onto the driver’s side.  The roadside bomb had exploded directly beside the front seat passenger.  He was dead before the sound of the explosion had quieted.  The driver was thrown up and ten feet to the side.  He was dead before he hit the ground.  His body a mangled mass.  The contents of the bomb; nails, screws, bolts, nuts and small, twisted pieces of metal; flew thru the air in all directions piercing and tearing the flesh of the other passengers.  Two were killed immediately and the rest severely if not mortally wounded.

The gasoline tanks on the truck exploded with a deafening roar.  Fire, burning parts and gasoline spewed in every direction covering the truck and bodies.  Their uniforms, hair and flesh all seemed to ignite at once.  The smell was horrific.  The fire burned for an hour and then subsided into smoldering bodies.  They were burned beyond recognition.  Some were just burned black to the point that they looked like marshmallows left to long in the campfire. Others had their flesh burned away until only black bones were visible.  They were with GOD now.

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