Jimi Hendrix Checks into Hotel California

A major part of my life has always been music and writing. It blows my mind that it almost 40 years has lapsed since I became a teenager. There are many times I would give anything to go back agian. Great music never fades and appears frozen in time. How much we would learn if we could turn the DeLorean Time Machine back to the late 60's and  70's. The music and lifestyle were so different from today , but was it really? Looking back yet knowing what the future holds is a gift that would have changed the outcome of society . Oh ,what a gift that would have been....

Jimi Hendrix spoke words the world understood . He was a true artist...“. Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music” His theory holds true in the turbulent world we live in. Strange.... how all the music of the past is surfacing again.

The Rolling stones got some satisfaction over the years by selling millions of everything. Keith Richards was born December 18, 1943 and still going strong. Who would have thought that possible in 2013?

Steven Tyler’s noise in his head does not bother me all In fact,.nothing about him bothers me!  It is the title of his book about life made bestseller by American Idol. 

 Ozzy became a national family figure. Metallica has turned the page into the major bucks and a great remake! Led Zepplin  is smiling on  the stairway to heaven with us all. 

I had the honor of working with a guy who helped with the Eagles Hotel California recording. His  gig at that time was selling time shares in Orlando.He provided proof that Glen Frey did have some Dirty Laundry.  Bill Clinton might not have had "sex" with that woman but he did unite the Eagles again.It was one of his greatest accomplishments and the world owes him a lot for that!  Proof that Hell Freezes Over at least once in a lifetime. 

Some things never change…Life in the fast lane is speeding.The free bird is still flying; ACDC is  not selling Cheeseburgers in Paradise yet . Marilyn’s candle is blowing in the wind while Rocky Mountain high is still up there. Janis Joplin’s train 219 is running away with her man . Maybe these songs are just time in a bottle tossed into the sea of life.

Drinking and Driving in the State Police Car....True Story

I have been a plagued by a dark cloud for the last week or so. Not sure what is the cause, could just be general changes in life.  When the dark days come,I always reach out to a very close  friend in Brewton Alabama. He has always been there for me over the last 20+ years.  I went to visit him today. 

To say he is nontraditional would be an understatement.  He is known for being a strong political power in Alabama and a very smart man.  While serving in the Senate he ruffled many feathers, caused ulcers and a few other things. There are people you love or hate and sometimes both at the same time. He had the gift of lighting up a room and dined with Presidents.  A  rebel with a cause would be the best term. As a prosecuting attorney, he would visit the graves of his clients. Famous for leaving a "business card" by the headstone. He felt it gave him vision when it was needed. 

We met on a case he was representing. It was the murder of a young lady and the body needed to be found. A trip was required to the scene of an event. He offered to drive and before heading out into town,he looked over at me with a southern drawl and asked if I wanted a drink? My response was no, and his arm reached behind the seat. A portable bar popped out and he made a cocktail in the drivers seat. After being informed that "you  can't do that" he responded " I can and it is happy hour, only one wont hurt" . Two drinks into the sunset we went. In a state vehicle of course LOL .

Over the years he made the paper for nominating his mother for President, scandals swirled and he smiled through them all. He was awesome father who loved his son more than anything in life.  Always the first to raise money, help with anonymous donations and just being himself. To me, he was always a southern gentleman.

Did not have a business card  today but I felt he would forgive me this time..... But next time, Ms. Robyne should bring one, and maybe a bottle of vodka to place on his grave.

“Memories are the treasures that we lock deep within the storehouse of our souls.” Becky Aligada

Emotional Mosquitos

Is being self centered a bad thing? Wait, before you respond, read this first. Review your life cycle to date; you have a family and some friends. You can count on some of them when needed.  Do they care about you nearly as much as you care about yourself?  No, in reality you are not at the top of anyone’s mind like yours.  Self preservation, when properly understood, is incredibly freeing and valuable.

 Life has a way of keeping you busy as hell and accomplishing nothing. We all have failed, repeatedly in some cases and got back up again.  At times we buy into my own BS that anything can be done; the alternative of honesty is too painful.

 People have more freedom than they think. You are free: free to try hard, fail, learn, fall down, get up and repeat.  You can be reincarnated with each new endeavor. You don’t have to settle for just one life in a lifetime.

That being said, forget the past. We all have made poor decisions about how we lived, who we have trusted and where emotional energy was expended. Maybe we spent more time worrying about other people rather than ourselves. It is done, over, now move on with life.....

I am writing this with 50+ years in my rearview mirror.  In the end, making yourself a little happy is not a bad thing…. Is it?

When Faith Steps In......

This post is not about dying, it is about living. It is for all the powerful people who learned how to live due to challenges in life. Faith is what steps in when everything else walks out. There are many things you learn not only about yourself but others during this time.

Certain words rip through souls. Doctors can roll the letters off of their tongue with ease. Aids, HIV, and Cancer are said often. The first thought is denial and emotions move on from there. Overtime the pain slowly eases and acceptance starts to settle in. A new life with a diagnosis.

 You learn things during your illness and recovery.  Many are revelations that come from knowing the truth. It can be learning that all you once perceived might be wrong.  This blows like a breath of fresh air in a twisted tornado of emotions. Thoughts always bring about a change in life and perception of the world. Three things will reveal themselves over time.

1. Fear of failure will be diminished from your life.  In the past you might have lived with the belief that attempting something and it not working is failure. You soon learn the only way to fail is to NOT try something.  Suddenly your bucket list falls into place. The clock is ticking…..  A list titled “I would love to_____” is quickly written. It could be skydiving or facing the conversation you have avoided for years.
2.  You must accept help from others. No person is an island and God did not design us to be all alone. Don’t suffer from the “I can do it all alone “syndrome. People who are true friends become very visible. All of your close friends and family will show their true shades. Some will be black, white and others in vivid color. The promises of visits, dinners and help either produce results or fall into the great abyss of broken promises. Never forget…A mouth can say anything but actions speak louder than words.
3. Let Go and Let God. It is ok to cry, go ahead and bawl  like a baby. This is nothing to be ashamed of  tears of joy and sadness will fall . Don’t hold them back. Allow rivers to flow and write the word hope in them. Scream and cry out to God the question .....Why me? Tears roll most when you’re alone, in the middle of the night. Night has a way of being darker than black and silence is a very loud noise. When the sunshines in the window. A new day starts once more.

 There are many of my friends going through issues in this era of life. Some are facing challenges of both mental and physical illnesses. In 1988  I danced with the the devil. It is something that I don’t dwell on but would be lying if I said it left my mind.The experience allowed me to write this long overdue post...Strange...

Felt the need to write this today, not sure why... Maybe it will make someone think a different way or make a bucket list….. Time will tell….

Is Colorado A Phoenix Rising?

 I have a friend who lives in Colorado and called him during the flood. Panic set in when there was no   answer, I quickly sent both a text and facebook message. His area was spared the devastation of the flood. 

Memories of Katrina quickly surfaced ......

 I lived in New Orleans for a while and always loved the vibe of the city.This was one area of the country I try to  visit every year.This story took place on my first trip  following hurricane Katrina. I was speaking and managing mall promotions in Kenner  La at  Esplanade Mall. It was right across the street from my old residence.

One of the young ladies working for me shared her survival story of Katrina. She was in an area that flooded quickly.  The family climbed on the roof but could not get her grandmother up high enough. They watched her get washed away and there was nothing they could do to help. A military rescue team removed them from the roof. Grandma was never recovered to her knowledge. The family was able to get to a friends home . Her mother and 3 small siblings wanted out of the city fast.  Friends provided a car and gas money to escape the chaos. 

She was 16 , but did not have a drivers license yet. Money was tight for the family and they planned on getting one later . The very limited driving experience qualified her as captain and they were off to California . She settled into sunshine with her Mother and 3 siblings. The desire to come home surfaced and they returned to a changed city. " Miss Robyne, Katrina was a bad thing but some good came out of it. I never knew that at 16 I had the strength to watch my grandmother die and drive cross country with my family. It made me a stronger person and gave many people chances they never had". A young girl with wisdom far beyond her years. 

My next stop was  Baton Rouge . My favorite restaurant close to the hotel is Ruth Chris Steakhouse. On this visit, I  had the privilege of spending time with a very prominent southern gentleman. He was known for        his Sopranos type " holding court"  in New Orleans  many years ago. His eyes were full of knowledge and I am sure some regrets.

We spoke of Katrina and I shared the young girls story. His response was an unexpected observation.  He felt In the old days, when the "real people" were in charge, the outcome would have been so different. There was respect back then and "all this " would not happened. He felt that the young guys are to into drugs and not into "taking care of the people" like they should be. My time with him was very insightful on life. He felt strongly that the Government is spending to much time "sticking our nose into business that was not ours and neglecting people here at home". 

Over the years there have been many natural disasters. Hurricane Camille photographers sent  photos of the dead bodies hanging in trees across the world . Time has proven, you can wash away material things but not the spirit of the people.

Very Quick thought.....

To many people are out there in the world trying to be something they are not. Why do some people have a hard time accepting reality? Are we trained from childhood to question life? Is this really all there is to it? Should we always strive for the popular route? Thinking at midlife....

Hair Bleach New Volvo Sponge Docks-A Day In South Florida

My day in Tampa was full of adventure and seeing old friends. This is the life!

When my daughter was little, her BFF cut her hair off. Yep, she had beautiful hair and April Eller whacked it with 8 year old good intentions.   I screamed at the lopsided short cut, a sincere look combined with  "I can fix that"  made things better .

April was destined  to be a stylist and  attended Paul Mitchell School . She now owns a salon in Tampa.  It was time for April to "fix my roots". Very few people have ever been able to get the color right. Very dark hair to blond can be a challenge. It can end up a yellow brassy hot mess.


 I arrive at her loft and she works magic on my hair. It looked perfect! Go see April in Tampa. You must schedule early, she fills up fast. She fit in Auntie Robyne for this week. Thank you for making me Beautiful aka YOUNGER!  She has a gorgeous daughter and Hercules her long time fur friend. (Pic stolen from  facebook )  Contact her via Facebook.

Everyone  should have a special friend to travel life with . Heidi and I have been friends for 15 years. A lot has happened, some good and bad.  She met her husband when we were together in Tampa.

 Her wedding is still the most beautiful one of my lifetime.  A yacht cruise at sunset out of  South Florida . Being somewhat of a non conformist, a bright orange dress and tropical flowers made this a unique experience. It was the wedding of a lifetime. This was the photo that started her new life and two beautiful young boys.



Oh, so much for the sentimental stuff. She needs a new car!

Volvo of Clearwater was next on the list. We have close friends who work at the dealership. Buying a car is a big investment and would like to deal with people we know. Mission, find Heidi a safe car for the family. She has a complete list of "needs" for this vehicle. The test driving started and she found the perfect car!

A storm rolled in ,we munched on popcorn and watched the lightning show while they completed the paperwork. Due to their location, snowbird central, they ship cars all over the country by order. It is a busy dealership and they are very selective in their used inventory. Please contact Terri or Dennis for all your car needs. (Pic stolen from  facebook )  I Love old cars!

 Tarpon Springs is a little north of Clearwater. Home to the Sponge docks and a lot of great stuff. It is considered to be a" little Greece" in Florida. The Community full of intrigue and great food. Take a cruise or spend the day shopping for lots of goodies. If you can't make it down, order from the Spongeorama ,the sea sponge store online. Take a virtual tour of this magical place!

My Visit to Dozier Reform School today.. There are more bodies of boys and my thoughts....

The truth can be very freeing , lifting an emotional load through the pain of honesty. I went to the Dozier Reform School for boys in Marianna Florida today. They are still searching for buried bodies of  missing boys. Why  the visit?  Last night memories my childhood and Dad telling me stories. He said “ there are two places you don’t want to end up in Florida. One was a place for boys around Marianna . The other in Chattahoochee State Mental Hospital. This was the day I found out about a relative who resided in Chattahoochee until death.

My father was a great man with a rebel streak, so I must have come by mine honestly. The subject of the Boys facility came up during a story about stealing ( unknown long term loan)  relatives car and taking it to NYC for a joy ride.  NYC is a long way from Chiefland Florida. He did return with the car and his buddies in good shape.  Daddy spent a few nights in the “slammer” .The judge gave him a choice between  Reform School or the Navy . Off to the high seas he went with a smile and retired years later.

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 Have been trying to think about why I wanted to stop by there and see the place. It was like a strange closure of some type. In my mind I always wondered when Daddy would talk about things, how things like that could happen.  He knew firsthand and  I never questioned it. Will be honest and say.... In my mind ,as a child, there was some skepticism .

 The story of abuse varies with each person. The truth is quickly surfacing about the conditions these children lived under.  The good news , the world is watching in this age of technology.One photo struck me the most. The walls of the white house covered with blood. These walls never had to talk.They were there screaming the truth and people looked away. The children endured brutal punishment and many vanished into the night.

 Most of the boys were age 5-16.  Not all were at risk youth, the state kept foster children housed there as well. As the unearthing takes place, families and loved ones might get answers to questions launched many years ago.

The  White House Boys  is both a website and book detailing the horrors of Dozier.  Blogs are up of the survivors stories and God Bless them all. 

 I recall a boy in high school saying he was going there in the 1970's. Today the gates were locked and an eerie feeling set over the fence. I stood watching the wind blow over the grass  and through the lifeless white buildings.  Was murder was always there and we never took the time to notice it ? Did we feel differently then? How could this have happened ?

 I made a plan to visit  Daddy's grave later today and leave a fall bouquet of flowers. I felt the need to tell him he made a good choice. To let him know the truth has started coming out and he was right . I told him the survivors are now free to talk and tell the story without questions. He would be so proud of them. He never said how he knew of this place.... Just "it was bad".

 In closing....I stood looking through the locked gate today thinking...My thoughts were  interrupted by a man saying to me  "you really don't want to be in there". I thought the children did not either and not one person listened ......in 111 years.

                                                 THE WHITE HOUSE PLAQUE

My Florida Fur Family and Life in Florida ... You gonna love these photos!

Everyone keeps asking what is life like in Florida? Well here are all the homestead details. Before my move Florida, I posted a “Who wants a roommate” plea on Facebook. Judy Gafford Fehl quickly came to my rescue. Our friendship started in middle school. She always accepted mywackadoodle ways. We studied Broadcasting together in college and she developed a noted career in video production.

On arrival, the front door opened and I was greeted by my new little fur friends. Seven of them to be exact, with Kahlua expecting a few puppies very soon. She introduced me to all of them and one more, Weezer the cat. He was a rescue kitty and thinks he is a dog. Don’t dare tell him he is a cat! Judy started with one Dachshund a few years ago and progressed into professional breeding. The dogs and Weezer are all spoiled, happy and lovable. The house is spotless and the dogs pick up their own toys. I could not get my kids to do that!

She constantly loves on and plays with both the puppies  dogs. This assures they are healthy and happy. Each time a puppy is sold,she investigates their new home. The pet detective is on the case.  Don’t even think about not having a perfect home for the puppy or you don’t get one. This is after you are on the waiting list for a littler down the line.

This is a major operation here. Judy aka The Doxie Whisperer does all of her own shots, vet stuff and deliveries. People write her from all over the world for Dog advice … She knows her stuff! The dogs even go potty at the same time. They are not big fans of the animal channel. The nightly TV choices are more like cooking,football and Under the Dome. What will they watch when that ends?

Thanks to the Internet, her hobby turned into a business Cream of the Crop Doxies. Judy ships all over the US or  travels to deliver them. Showing the dogs are next on the list. Wake Up Little Suzi will be making her arrival on the dog show scene soon.


 Before you ask,yes, I have a favorite, Bailey and  his rubber chicken. This lifelike toy has been with him since birth. It is meltdown time if the chicken gets lost!

After spending time here, I am convinced that we need a dog reality show. There is more humour, drama, and adventure here than anything the animal planet has to offer. As I write this Bentley is kissing me and Bella is cuddled up on the couch with Judy….Yep this is the life…Beach by day and dog by night.Have animal questions or looking for an AKC registered Doxie? Contact Judy,

Visit the Devil's Millhopper in Gainesville

The Devils Millhopper is one of the most unique places to visit in Florida. It is located  near Gainesville  and considered to be the “Bad Boy” of all Florida sink holes. Yes, this is the one others aspire to be. Sinkholes are very common and the news features an occasional house being devoured.

The Millhopper has many legends surrounding its creation and activity throughout centuries. Native Indians surrounded this area for years. They believed there was an Indian Princess that the Devil chose to Marry. She of course declined the offer and the earth opened to swallow her up. Many years’ later stories were told of wagon settlers hearing the ground rumble and never being seen again. The many animal bones located in the bottom are believed remains from food for the devil . Oh and don't forget the  missing college students who drank to much and were never seen again (or  maybe someone forgot to bring them home).  

This  hole is 120 foot deep and 500 feet wide and there are 236 steps to the bottom. . The base  is covered with various types of flowers and plants. Beautiful little waterfalls are flowing out the walls. The boardwalks and observation deck make for a nice view.

It was a fun trip and plan to visit on my way to Tampa again. The Devil did not show but I  did comment several times ” Hell this is a long way back up to the top”. Does that count? This is a must see and bring tennis shoes. 

The Dark Children Are Waiting For You.......

Flowers should be sent to the living not the dead. People would enjoy them more that way. The blame game is an easy one to play. People spend time looking back at a past life suffering from “What-if-itis”.  Sometimes we laugh more at the funeral home sharing stories than we did during life. Why all this gloom and doom? Prior to my sister’s surgery we went over her Last Will …. Yikes…

 I gave up my life in Indianapolis to come and help in Florida.  I had a semi-cushy gig up there in Colts country.  Worked writing for different stuff, and as a makeup artist for Nordstrom. Given my background, it was relaxing and far different from my normal pressure cooker jobs. Peace had been mine for the last 4 years.  This was all after my airport breakdown where I cried like a baby (on blog) . There will be no return to Indy for me at this point. Game changed and the universe has left me in Florida for a while.Enjoying the sunshine and writing.

 My book is almost complete and only needs a little more work. Could it be I want perfection ?  Find it  Strange how this book started years ago and is based on an event in Pensacola . I am giving to much info here LOL. Writing a book on the subject of mental illness opens you up to all forms of criticism.. Yep, if people were not pointing fingers before, they will be now! The clock is ticking to the launch and am I prepared for the backlash? One must keep in mind the old country saying.” It does not matter what they say about you, make sure they spell your name right. If people stop talking, be concerned.” Amen on this one…..Still waiting for the gloom and doom part?

It will be on Kindle, Nook, Amazon, and many more sites. The words are waiting for the world to critique on so many levels.  Some people will compare it to a Steven King type story. The Dark Children have a mind of their own.  

This book made me think about my own mortality. We are all forced to do this at some point in time. I want to have a party for friends with stories and laughter. Pass the Crown Robyne Drink (yes you read this right) and enjoy Reggae music.  Don’t forget Funeral for a friend by Elton John and a little Steven Tyler. 

Want to be buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Terry Town New York, Cremate me first and come to the  home of the Headless Horseman. It is a one hour train ride along the river from NYC and a beautiful place . If I should have to come back haunting, this is a happening place.  Spend the midnight hour hanging out with Elizabeth Arden, ( Elizabeth Graham as she prefers.) The one and only  Mr. Rockefeller  and the queen of mean Leona Hemsley.

   I need 3 volunteers to review my book.  FIRST 3 ONLY on Facebook to comment and ask to review will get a chance!   I want to see who would read this far down on the blog. It is not Snow White so be prepared!...Next month it will be open to review. 

Pensacola Lighthouse Ghost Tour Results.... Haunted?

The Pensacola Lighthouse on the Naval Air station is considered to be one of the most haunted in the United States. This started out as a fun thing to do for the blog and maybe find a ghost or two. I decided to take my dear friend and skeptic Judy along for this adventure.

This site has been investigated by the  TAPS Ghost Hunters, travel channel and many others. They have all came to the conclusion of a haunting. Who? There could be a few spirits leaking on the grounds.The main one is Michaela Penalber.  She sliced her alleged cheating abusive husband to death and died tending to the light house alone. Michaela claimed to be innocent but the locals believed otherwise. Children are also seen on the property from time to time and are said to haunt several of the rooms.  

The hunt is hosted by the Pensacola Paranormal Research Group and you meet at the Lighthouse via the back gate of NAS. The night was waiting on a storm to arrive but the sky was clear with a moon peaking out from behind the clouds. Yes. this was perfect ghost hunting weather. 

You check in on arrival at the gift shop and wait for thegroup tour to begin. Greeted by one of the paranormal investigators, we talked about one of the haunted areas of the country. He had never investigated Waverly Hills in Louisville KY. This is my favorite ghost hunt location and assure you it is one of the scariest places on earth. Be ready for experiences you can’t explain.

 Back to the hunt.....Judy and I admired the beautiful moon  and hoped not to have to use the porta-potty outside after a trip through the Starbucks drive through... TMI... Gotcha, but wanted to give all the details. The tour started with a get together and a lecture on the do's and don'ts of Ghost hunting, For example, don't blind others with your camera flash,.make noises and the list goes on.....

 We started with a tour of the keeper’s quarters and listened to stories of the past. At this point was a wonderful tour filled with a “ways the ghosts might touch you tonight warnings”.It appears there have been many occurrences of them trying to make contact with visitors in the past. 

The lighthouse  is full of mystery and records that has been kept since the first lighting in 1859. The records contain a day to day life diary of all events in the house. The original  burnt down after a few years and was relocated to this spot on the water soon after.

There are 177 twirling steps to get to the top . This was just to much of a hike and most of the ghosts could be found  in the keepers quarters.  In other words.... we did not want to drag our butts to the top and have to climb back down.  The ghost hunters announced that EMT have had to remove people from the top and were scared by the ghosts. You don't have to tell two country girls twice.

Judy decided to sit outside and enjoy the moon.  I hunted for the ghosts starting in  Room 1.I was the only person in the keepers bedroom and the mini flashlights were laid out on the floor.These are loose so that alleged spirits can turn them on and off. The known haunting in this room includes children and their mother known for having a potty mouth on EVP recordings.Feeling we had something in common, I sat in a chair and asked one of them to turn on the flashlight. It came on. I asked it to turn on the light and this happened 3 times on cue. There were no wires, remotes or any way for this to happen. This was strange and there appears to be no rational explanation for it. Haunted?

Next stop the bedroom upstairs where people have been pushed and items moved on a regular basis. Upon touching the gate, a flashlight across the room came on. I requested it to turn off the light and no response.  Touched the gate again and yep, it came back on. The semi-pro ghost hunter in me said ....no ghost here.

The basement made me feel very ill and dizzy. It contained a lot of electrical wires and an air conditioner. Some rooms have electric currents  that can make a room feel "haunted". It produces the same “feeling” as an alleged ghost. I believe the current in the room sent the body into a strange state.  The feeling stopped on leaving the room. Haunted? 

I left the lighthouse with my interest peaked.  Judy with yet another ghostless trip... Oh well....The tour was well worth the $20 and a two hour time investment. Is it haunted?  Book your tour and check it out  for yourself…… Don’t be scared of the dark and pee before you arrive !

Exploring Indian Burial Mound and One Feather Indian Art

My obsession with Indian Art started with my father telling stories of the Oklahoma tribes. It was evident in by his strong facial features; this was a part of my heritage. He grew up in Chiefland Florida and continued with his strong belief in Native American culture.When presented the opportunity to visit a place of this significance, it was a must on my "Midlife Adventure" list. 

Tomb stones display the names and in some cases the history of a person . The Indian Burial mound in Fort Walton Beach only speaks through artifacts and remains left behind. The prehistoric temple mound served as a ceremonial and political center between 800-1400 AD . In the 1600s, it was abandoned but later inhabited by settlers during the 19th century. Believed to be the largest along the Gulf Coast, it was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1964.

The Indian Temple Mound Museum opened in 1962. It contains over 1,000 artifacts including a large collection of prehistoric ceramics. It is believed that the Mound contained a Charnel house. A Charnel House is a building where skeletal remains are kept and protected.

Located outside of the mound is One Feather Art. Being an art lover, I decided to take a look inside.

One Feather is an authentic and unique store owned by Anna and David Baxter. David is part of the Cherokee Indian tribe of South Carolina. A love for his heritage and respect for the culture is visible throughout the store. One Feather features American Indian art from various tribes around the country. Each piece is displayed with pride throughout the store. If you love authentic Indian turquoise, this is the place to find a conversational piece of jewelry.

You will not find any mass manufactured products here. Each piece is a one of a kind item. One Feather posts the products on facebook. It is a true experience for any American Indian Art collector.

This store is a must visit in Fort Walton Beach Florida. Please contact them with any questions or requests for American Indian Art (850) 243-8907.

Sweet Home Alabama .... Run Forrest Run

 I love Alabama and always will. This southern city holds its own share of magic. It is a special place that displays true southern charm. I lived there back in the early 80’s and have watched it grow to a business hub over the last few decades.

It was raining today and the beach was once again not an option. This was the ideal time to make a road trip to Mobile and enjoy some of the unique experiences it has to offer. Decided to select a few places to see given the abundance of things to select from. 

First stop....Bayou La Batre  Alabama. Made famous in the film Forrest Gump. This small fishing village is home to the fishing boat building business of the south. The Blessing of the Fleet  occurs in May each year and is conducted by Archbishop Thomas Rodi of Mobile.

The Mobile Museum  of Art   was a welcome surprise. Being a little bit of an "Art Snob' did not expect to find the collection of  modern pieces in this southern museum. They offer free admission on Thursday and well worth the visit.

Fairhope is a mini cultural center on the Bay. The small shops  art galleries, and  cozy restaurants make for a relaxing day. Check the weather  webcam  prior to setting out. It views the bay from the edge of the pier.

The unofficial song for the state...... Where the sky's are blue......

Did I meet the real DB Cooper? Maybe... Read this

I have met a man who claims to be the real DB Cooper aka Walter Allen Grant. I will say this, he believes to be the real thing. Having written books on the subject with great detail, the truth is only known by him alone. He lives in Pensacola Florida,  a  fitting place given it is the" Cradle of Aviation" .

 Do you recall the story? It is one of the greatest unsolved US crimes in history. On November 24, 1971, a skyjacker “DB Cooper “ parachuted from a Northwest jetliner with $200,000 in twenties attached to his waist. Not only has he never been seen since, his identity is still unknown.Part of the money was found in 1980 and the hunt continues.

I met Mr. Grant  who has a unique aura about him. We chat for a few minutes and he hands me a card. Walter  is a writer who claims to be DB Cooper and spends time sharing his story. Many people over the years have claimed to be this famous escape artist. Is he the real deal? 

 The  Cooper story is nothing short of amazing. You can get a copy of his book on Amazon and at bookstores around the world.


Here is the original news story from the event.

 This case is considered to be one of unsolved mysteries of the century

The wanted poster from 1971 

Tate Class Reunion -Father Time and Mother Nature

Time can be cruel or it can be kind.  It is the ruler we have to measure life with on many levels. This "many years" have passed since an event. We worked at a company for x number of years, our children and grandchildren are x years old.  Why this subject ?

I was invited to a class reunion by a friend who grew up with members of  theTate High  class of 78. I have enjoyed living with her during my time in Pensacola. She breeds dogs, sings, cooks and is an all-round talented person.Much more than myself. Did I mention working on her advanced degree? Her high school days were full of activities as well.  

The event was held on the beach at the Caribbean bar Castaways. A perfect location with the full moon glowing on the water. A hand written sign complete with arrow pointed Tate High Class reunion upstairs. We walked into a large room ruled by Father Time and Mother Nature. Reality bitch slapped me in the face.The questions started in my mind.... Where did all these old people come from?  When did I get older?  How did this happen?  We look like our parents! My older wallflower self snuggled into a chair armed with a diet coke.

 After several conversations with people from years gone by, I gathered we all have a story. Some good, some bad but all relevant to the world.  Success is defined by only one factor, your idea of it. It is not about money, size of a house, or what car you drive. It is defined by who you are as a person. 

Social media played a big part of the conversations. Promises of catching up, becoming facebook friends and rekindled friendships filled the room. Who would have thought years ago technology would be a defining part of our world? We all  recall the 8 track era along with Urban Cowboy bull riding.

Some childhoods have skeletons, mine had a graveyard.There was one person growing up I could trust.We traded skeletons and buried many over time. Together we hold secrets that will never be exposed.  The care taker of my small soul for many years attended the reunion in a different form. His photo was on the memorial table with a white candle and name plate. He chose to leave this life early over 20 years ago. Did I feel his presence? No, he is gone. Off to a new adventure in a world we have not yet been allowed to see.

There was one teacher attending, only one. I admired her dress, grace, and “coolness” she exhibited years ago. She was the fashion diva in farmland, always treating students with respect and a smile. Thirty years later, she is still loved by all.  Yep, I still want to grow up to be Ms. Taylor who was rocking a beautiful turquoise necklace.

 I  enjoyed the event and hope to see everyone next time. My wish is for all ..May Father Time and Mother Nature be kind to all of us.

The New World of Guilty

 In a world of justice, there is very little. Humans have an inborn desire to make equality happen. From the early age of sharing toys, we want our fair share. The “stealers” sit in a corner, punished while learning a lesson of shame. Who decides the time spent with toys? We do, to the best extent of our ability. Control is a word learned early in life; just ask any two year old.

Everyone has a different idea of wrong. Have a pork sandwich in some countries and be sentenced to death. Did you enjoy that BBQ?  Wait, don’t forget the animal activists in the middle, they have a say in this as well. Freedom to voice opinions are part of the big picture here.

There is resurgence in America of expressing personal thoughts. Modern day legal cases, Casey Anthony, Beltline Shooters, Zimmerman, Paula Dean and others are causing the silent majority to speak. Are we provided a fake shield by technology and hiding behind a keyboard?

In the old world, you would judge a case on facts during a trial, now it is semi-judged or decided by the media prior to entering a courtroom. Is it even possible to have a fair trial? Media stories are written by someone not involved with the case at all. They are credited to reporting truth. Are they really? What case did you read about last night?

Everything from Facebook photos to what you ate in Kindergarten can now be traced and used against you.

People need to think before making choices, considering truths, and making statements that can’t be taken back. A mouth can say anything and the fingers can type it. Your opinion is now a record in time though technology.  It has traveled into the great abyss of cyber land. Trust me, it will be recalled if  time and circumstance serve it well. 

Geronimo and Fort Pickens

Fort Pickens  holds a lot of history and one of the sites to see in the Pensacola area. It is located on a  National Park  at the end of the Island.  The  fort  was completed in 1834  to defend Pensacola Bay, Florida,.  It was one of only four forts in the South that was never occupied by Confederate forces during the Civil War. Walking through it you can imagine the wooden warships and cannons firing  balls. The Fort tells stories through the cracks of time.  Geronimo and other member of the tribe were held here  at the fort.Looking for a relaxing  place to stay? Reserve the campground. It features 200 campsites complete with electric and shower services. To book a date call 1-877-444-6777. 

Thank you to Mobile Infirmary Hospital

Sorry for not blogging the last few days. My sister had an ankle replacement and is working toward recovery. We appreciate all your prayers and support.

Thank you to the staff of Mobile Infirmary in Mobile Al. They are  wonderful and displayed both compassion and skill.

 Mobile has always been one of my favorite southern cities.They have great southern hospitality and a lot to experience in the city.

Promise to write more soon..... Hugs

Redneck Barbie-The True Story

I love Barbie, she came to life in 1959 and changed female society forever. She has it all: perfect hair, great figure, gorgeous clothes,a pink Corvette, beautiful dollhouse, and a close relationship with her soul mate, Ken. She parties with friends, hosts sleepovers, and above all receives admiration from young girls around the world. Most of us at some time wanted to be Barbie.

Is she a little girl's role model or just a toy? This question arose when searching for a Barbie book for my "learning to read "granddaughter. I selected Enchanted Barbie and the Princesses. A cute story of Barbie and all the princesses of the world. Of course Barbie is close friends with all of them and they live happily ever after.

My daughter and I were in the kitchen, cooking, I and surprised her with the book. She asked "Does Barbie make Salmon?" I explained that Barbie has been a TV Chef and the star of her own cooking show. In fact, Barbie has held myriad careers over the years. She has been a lifeguard, a Spanish teacher; and she even ran for president in 2008.

The next question is " How old is Barbie"? The only response I could give is "Old, but she looks young."

Well, here is the painful truth. Barbie is a plastic doll and won't age. She will never gain weight, get wrinkles or out grow her clothes.You will always see her hair in style and makeup flawless. She pays all her bills on time and makes great career choices. There are some things Barbie will never do, shop at Walmart , clean cat litter or take a bus. She lives in a bubble gum world like a Barbie girl.


Don't be jealous. Barbie has missed out on some great things in life. She will never learn what it is like to overcome challenges and find a strong person inside. What it is like to face a personal crisis and walk away with some lessons learned. Never being a mom, she will never understand holding her newborn for the first time or watch her little baby take their first steps. She will never hear the words"Mommy"from a loving little voice, or wave goodbye on the first day of Kindergarten or be Santa for as long as they believe. 

There will be no cheering during a dance recital or watching the first home run. Watch the years go by and shoot the prom night pictures in the living room.She won't know what it's like, helping select the perfect college and waving goodbye as they start their lives away. Oh,and don't forget all the advice and tongue holding along the way!

I want my granddaughter to grow up believing in herself. She will live in the real world of getting a first job, buying her own car, renting a first apartment and exploring life as a lady. Throughout her life, she will cringe at her wrinkles, cry and laugh at mistakes, and love the wrong man at least once. She will stay out in the sun too long, run out of gas, cry at the loss of a loved one and at the loss of a loved one's love. She will be a real woman with issues we all share.

Did I tell her all of this? No way;  I smiled and handed her a cookie. Life has a way of going full circle.One day her granddaughter will ask about Barbie, and I wonder what she will say...