Saturday, January 7, 2017

HBE Spring Break #3



Chapter 36 – part 5 of 5 (Florida Spring Break ’08)

Belly Dancing at the Bed and Breakfast outside Sioux City, Iowa The truth is stranger than fiction. In the van, coming back from dinner one night, Koester, George, Frank and I tried not to listen in on Brad as he was consoling his wife who was with a girlfriend, her sister and another girl on a trip that included belly dancing lessons. They found a place advertised as a bed and breakfast outside Sioux City, Iowa. We couldn’t help eavesdropping. “Linda, it’s probably just squirrels. They are probably as frightened of you as you are of them. They won’t come in the house….Well why don’t you call the guy you rented the place from?….How much did you pay for this place anyway?...Well, if you are really worried….Is there a motel nearby? …” The four women were mortified to be in a rented cabin, at night, in the middle of Iowa and hearing scraping below the floorboards of the house. Brad was doing his best to calm his wife. But finally caved to the pressure of the moment. “Dr. Morgan wants to know if you all have had your rabies shots.” “You asshole, CLICK” The helplessness of the situation, the Dr. Morgan joke and the efforts to keep the snickers under control exploded at that point. By the time Linda called back, the girls were laughing too. “We are gonna set a trap with bon bons…it’s all we have…We scared them away with our finger cymbals…they’re heading for the hills ….” Needless to say the girls survived the night and we were back on the golf course by morning.

HBE Spring Break #2


Chapter 36 – part 3 of 5 Back at the frat house.(Florida Spring Break ’08)
Bob Koester and his wife Laura were good enough to purchase a vacation home in Florida’s Friendliest Hometown. The pad is newly furnished and ready for the expatriates to crash between rounds. Such a deal. Frank and Jack started this golf getaway tradition with a trip to Lou Cipolla’s place in West Palm Beach, Florida ten years ago (Trains Planes and Automobiles). Now the posse includes me. (Back for year two.) “A beautiful picture.” says Frank. “I think I will take a picture of that wet towel hangin’ on the lampshade and send it to Laura” (Bob’s wife). “And maybe she’d like to see this sink full of dishes too (mostly glasses)” he adds. Frank is teasing of course. What can you expect with a house full of unsupervised guys – even if they are all adults ranging from 50 to post retirement age? Linda might enjoy the tin foil ash tray overflowing with cigar ashes and butts too. Not to mention the sight of sleeping accommodations of the nightly snore fest from Thursday through Sunday. Frank and Wayne share a room and both have breathing apparatus that make the room sound like an iron lung. Bob is sharing the master bedroom with George. Brad and I are in the guest room. Charlie has the couch and Mitch brought his own air mattress for the living room floor.

Chapter 36 – part 4 or 5 Ow Ow Ow (Florida Spring Break ’08)
It can happen to anyone. Bob slammed Mitch’s fingers in the door of the rented mini-van. “Ow Ow Ow.” Mitch can’t articulate what’s happened to him and it takes Bob a full three seconds to open the door so he can shake off the pain and shock of the mishap. It happened before he had a chance to hit a single golf ball off his new Taylormade knock-off clubs he purchased on e-Bay. Mitch was flexing his fingers and practicing his interlocking grip on an imaginary golf club all night hoping he’d be in playing shape by morning.

“Ow Ow Ow” brought fits of laughter everytime. It was a good device to bridge the gaps between laughs. Mitch is Frank’s favorite foil. “We went to the pool and Mitch was like Steve Wonder over here….with his head rocking back and fourth with the earphones…and playing air piano…He looked like a special child….and everyone at the pool moved away thinking he was retarded…” the routine turns into a fictional scenario set on the plane ride back home. “What’s a matter with Mitch? …somebody shoved an iPod up his ass…” This and other jabs. Frank hit Mitch a little below the belt too. Mitch would have totting Together Marketing Communications Based on Lifelong Learning (So Far) in West Palm Beach, Florida ten years ago (Trains Planes and Automobiles). Now the posse includes me. (Back for year two.) “A beautiful picture.” says Frank. “I think I will take a picture of that wet towel hangin’ on the lampshade and send it to Laura” (Bob’s wife). “And maybe she’d like to see this sink full of dishes too (mostly glasses)” he adds. Frank is teasing of course. What can you expect with a house full of unsupervised guys – even if they are all adults ranging from 50 to post retirement age? Linda might enjoy the tin foil ash tray overflowing with cigar ashes and butts too. Not to mention the sight of sleeping accommodations of the nightly snore fest from Thursday through Sunday. Frank and Wayne share a room and both have breathing apparatus that make the room sound like an iron lung. Bob is sharing the master bedroom with George. Brad and I are in the guest room. Charlie has the couch and Mitch brought his own air mattress for the living room floor. get another Coor’s Light to give him enough time to think of a comeback. But Frank would only make it more personal before the comedy was suspended for the evening. 

HBE Spring Break #1


Chapter 36 part 1 of 5 Florida Spring Break 2008

HBE expatriates gone wild. 
Jack Kennedy (host),  Wayne Zimmerman, Mary Ann Kennedy, George Ryll, Frank Cipolla, Mitch Miller, Wes Morgan, Charlie Lee, Brad Heinze, Bob Koester, 

Provisions A ten-year tradition has some cadence to it. Bob is graciously opening his house to the gang but his hospitality doesn’t end there. He’s the advance man. Arriving early, he does the grocery shopping for the crew. Just important stuff. A giant bottle of Crown Royal for Charlie. (Ed likes Crown too, but he’s out on doctor’s orders this year). Vodka for George. Captain Morgan Coconut Bay Rum for Frankie, Beer, oreo cookies, potato chips, and donuts for breakfast and coffee. Soap didn’t occur to anyone – so that became a separate mission.

Tee Times Jack Kennedy retired to The Villages more than five years ago. He has the rules of engagement down to a science when it comes to tee-times. I’m afraid my brother’s “no show” for Saturday morning might have cost him 3 points. (The computer system at The Villages will mark you lousy if you abuse your privileges.) Still, well in advance we had a plan for Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday morning rounds. Afternoon rounds for the golf junkies (I count myself among them) would have to made closer to intended tee times. (Wayne’s cheat sheet with phone numbers came in handy for this drill. And Charlie has the right temperament to negotiate with the seniors who typically work the pro shops at The Villages.) Arnold Palmer Legends, Cane Garden Country Club, Hacienda Hills, Baseline (the short course), Glenview Country Club, Nancy Lopez Legacy Golf Course, and Tierra del Sol. Seven rounds in four days.

Chapter 36 – part 2 of 5 Mind if I stand back here? (Florida Spring Break ’08)

Brad is starting his swing routine. He’s been around the game since childhood. In fact, he grew up on a golf course in South County, before it was fashionable to buy property adjacent to a golf course. He learned how to play with balls he was able to shag from the rough, out of bounds and skimming the bottom of a shallow water hazard behind his house. Today he hits the balls a long way and every hole is a par or birdie opportunity. “Mind if I stand back here?” asks Wayne from directly behind Brad on the tee box. “No, you’re fine.” Mumbles Brad trying not to break his concentration. “Huh?” “No, You’re fine” “Okay, ‘cause it’s easier for me to see where the ball goes from back here and…” THWACK! Brad’s ball travels with an easy draw right to left, carries the traps and comes to rest about 290 yards on the left side of the fairway. “Wow, good shot.” says Wayne. “Good Shot.” says Wes. “Way to go, Brad.” Adds Charlie. But Charlie knows this is typical of Brad and he also knows that on a good day he can give Brad a run for his money. Since Brad works for Charlie (Drury Inns), they’re playing partners. Brad, Charlie, Wayne and Wes are a foursome at the Lopez Legacy Golf Course at The Villages – Florida’s Friendliest Hometown. 

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Peace Love Happiness


Peace Love and Happiness
In the face of so much danger
A little bit of sadness
You could never rearrange

(Chorus)
Peace and calmness
Love a bit of tenderness
Find the Joy and rest
A little bit of Happiness

The warmth in your space
Rhythm and Blues giving  
Cocoa by the fireplace
In a family home living

                                    (Chorus)

Hot Hot Hot food for thought
Laughing and Sledding in real time
Too many Toys - all that you bought
But what we got is yours and mine

                                    (Chorus)

Give a little of what you have most
Peace Love and Happiness
The more you give the more you receive
In this simple truth - you gotta believe

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Haunted House Party

The cauldron bubbles,
The guest list doubles,
The full moon rising,
The results are surprising.

Someone screams.
Myles smiles at a Vampire Bat.
Bones rattle in the dungeon downstairs.
A black crow lands on a mummy’s head.

Luke, Charlie, John-Paul, Eli
Are pondering the the living dead.
It’s All Hallow’s eve,
and a big pumpkin pie,

A witch’s brew,
and a vampire stew.
A candy corn dish at the door.
Frankenstein monster on the dance floor.

Ghosts, goblins,
skeletons evermore.
This is the time of freight,
Scary monsters in the night.

The haunted house rattling bones,
Consolation – they are not alone.
Pumpkin light on with a switch,
Spider lands - causes a twitch.

In flew a Vampire Bat,
Freightening Diamond’s skittish black cat.
John-Paul’s mummy was there too,
As were Lily, Kass, Luke and Lou.

A bash of the season,
Without any reason.
Gobbling Goblins Ghosts.
Trip’s party is always the most.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

To an angel’s baby boy


Remember this little man:
The world may revolve around you;
But there is just so much you need to know;
Appropriate as you learn and grow.

Welcome to the world, and…
Eat, sleep and do what you do.
But for now, you simply must understand;
Mommy law is the law of the land.

You will listen. You will learn;
Boy, you know it from the start;
She cares for you every step of the way;.
She’ll goes to bat for you every single day;

Baby, toddler, tween, teen, adult…
She learned from the best before you got your start.
Look out teachers, tutors, coaches, potential bullys!
Toes to your nose --- your mom loves you so so so fully.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

In the End He Must Begin


Special circumstance. A unique breed.
On the cusp of adulthood, a child at heart.
He is independent but he has a need.
On the edge looking for a place to start.
He is wondering if he will ever be freed.

Here he is, but for a greater good;
But for grace of God goes he.
Each day a bus comes to his Neighborhood;
Drops him at school as anyone can see.
Bricks, mortar, glass, touches of wood.

Safely with teachers, staff, others who care;
Educators in a job they were chosen to do;
Instruction with every intention of being more than fair.
Will he succeed?  Every challenge is new.
In a context of years of training, alert and aware.

Earnest , committed, tried and true,
Learning math, science, language and art;
It is a gamble---not easy to do.
The real test begins when he departs,
Commencement comes out of the blue.