Ode to Deans
Dena fa fina fee fi fo fafina da Dena! This is how I enjoy greeting you Dena. For what now, a decade? I’ve said hi and distorted your name. Do you let anyone else call you Deans? Do you know I even call another friend Sabeans in a take on your nickname? Yeah, Deans you’re one of my longest-lasting friends, from why back – the housing office of UCF, right?
Read MoreSkatetown USA
We’re gonna do the limbo, the real limbo rock, and do it the only way it should be done – on roller skates! That’s right, no Rollerblades, no “in line skakes”, not even in sock feet. No, it’s an old-skol skating rink and we’re doing this right, in 1970’s roller skates.
Or I’m trying to do it right, and not break my neck in the process. Back when the idea was put to me, a night of roller skating, I was all excited that I’d get a chance to roller derby again. Backward skate, reverse directions, even limbo, all the fun/cool things I did as a kid in the hallowed Skatetown USA down the street.
Read MoreThere goes the neighbourhood
Crack! Boom! That sound, its stately old pine trees snapping like twigs in the jaws of a land-clearing (bucket loader) bulldozer. Crunch, rumble, rumble. That’s the sound of the bulldozer pushing years of palmetto and pine growth into one big pile, soon to be taken away to places unknown. The trees, maybe to a lumber yard, the palmettos, the dump I bet.
Read MoreI am a WiFi Addict
Has it come to this? Am I at my nadir now? Could this be the sign I need to change, to break my addiction? Me, driving around Vero Beach at 1:30 am on Christmas night, looking for my fix? Driving into darkened parking lots, down lonely streets, checking and checking for a signal? Looking here, there, everywhere, teased by indications, fooled by phantoms, still hopeful for another hit.
Yes, I have a problem, I have an addiction. I am a WiFi addict.
Read MoreThe Annual Riverside Cafe Reunion
What is there to do at Christmas time in Vero Beach? After you’ve recovered from your 26-hour home-flight oddssey, talked with Mom and Dad, caught up with your brothers and sisters, listened to your Grandparent’s same stories and dodged all those “We’re ready for grandkids” comments, where do you go?
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