I have not posted in over a month. I am in the middle of a huge transition in my life. I turned fifty-seven at the end of May and my eighty-one year-old mother relocated from West Palm Beach after thirty-four years to move in with me for the summer until she decides on what her next move will be. I’m an only child without any kids. I have severe OCD, am a neat freak and a germaphobe and am very much set in my ways. Mother is cut from a similar mold so this is a very interesting social experiment. It will be two weeks on Wednesday that she has arrived and in fourteen days I have experienced memories that will last forever.
Mom doesn’t know ANYTHING about Willoughby, Ohio. She might as well have relocated to Yemen. I only ride Harleys so Mom has to drive her car while I navigate. Don’t assume that an eighty-one year old will slow down at a railroad crossing. I found out the hard way. Think back to the opening of “Dukes of Hazzard.” That was me in a car Mom was driving less than a half a mile from my house. My lower lip is still bleeding from the landing. If there was a video game where the goal was to drive into every chuckhole on the street then Mother would be a World Champion. I won’t even share with you the fear I experience when she is wandering through a parking lot looking for that “perfect” space.” When it takes five minutes to get to the store it should not take you TEN minutes to park the car. This is all new to me as I have been away from Mother for three years. Time changes. People change. We all must prepare to adapt.
Mom has always been there for me. I have been the focus of her life. I traveled the country doing morning radio while she relocated to West Palm Beach in 1987 in a company move. She left everything behind. I started having health issues in 2011. I had a heart block. I flat-lined in the ER for75 seconds. I was in a coma for six days. Mother was there when I woke up. I had a pacemaker installed. I’ve had a heart Catherization. I’ve been in AFib. I’ve had an ablation. I overcame addiction. I am NOT the victim. A lot of this could have been prevented but we can only control the present. We have the ability to change. We don’t have to repeat our mistakes. I am at a very interesting point in my life. My purpose is to be there for Mother like she has always been there for me. This is HER time. What can I do to make it easier for her? She HAS to feel out of her element. She abandoned everything she knew for thirty-four years. She has to develop a new routine. It can’t be easy.
Here is the lesson I have learned; Money, stature, your job, success and possessions mean NOTHING. They do NOT define who you are. When it is our time to go to the next level no one will be saying “I wish I worked more!!” There is NO loyalty in business. It’s best to be your own boss. I pray for patience and understanding. It’s a day by day process with Mother. I have learned so much in the past two weeks about her and about myself. It’s gonna be an interesting summer. Wish me luck. I know I am gonna need it.
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I booked my Chinese Virus vaccine today and I am NOT happy. I don’t trust or like our government and I think Dr. Fauci is circus clown looking for his floppy shoes. I have nothing against people that choose to get the vaccine but it goes against everything I believe in. A lot of people are so excited and relieved about getting this government injection that they post pictures of their “vaccination card” on social media. The only thing that pops in my mind when I see people doing this is “you must walk on four legs because that’s how sheep get around.” So why am I falling on the sword and getting the vaccine? Simple. My mother.
I’m an only child. I’ll be fifty-seven years old at the end of the month. I spent my career traveling the country doing morning radio until I walked away in 2011. I had two failed marriages. I don’t date and I don’t have kids. I live alone in Willoughby, Ohio where I have resided since relocating from West Palm Beach in the fall of 2018. Things are gonna change in Dannyland! in the middle of next month. Mother sold her home in Palm Beach Gardens and is coming back home to be with family. Mom is gonna live with me until she decides where she wants to live out the rest of her life. I am not ashamed to say that I owe everything in the world to my mother. She always has sacrificed herself for others. She prays every day and God is the focus of her life. Mother and I are very co-dependent. I know that’s not healthy. We talk on the phone at least six times a day. She is experiencing the beginnings of short term memory loss. We have both been on separate journeys in life and finally next month our paths will come together again for the final time. I am both happy and nervous.
Last month I saw my primary care physician for my annual check up. Whenever I see any of my doctors I prepare for the visit like preparing for my radio show. I arrive with a list of questions and concerns. I told my doctor of having no desire for the vaccine. I also told him about my mother coming to live with me and the fact she will be fully vaccinated when she gets here. He then told me something that changed my mind. “Your mother, albeit fully vaccinated, could still get the virus.” That was the game changer for me. I couldn’t care less if I got the virus. I am a very spiritual person with strong faith that looks forward to experiencing the next level. I am not a big fan of what society is today, however, this is not about me. I was quite the narcissist in the past. This is not the time to think of me and what I want. This is the time for me to insure the safety of the person that gave me the opportunity of life. This is the time for my mother. The vaccine goes against everything I believe in with my heart and soul. I don’t want a freaking sticker or a vaccine card or a free donut from Crispy Cream. I just want people to do what they want to do and not what the government is encouraging them to do……unless your Mother is coming to live with you in less than a month. Then just get the damn vaccine and keep that secret to yourself. Five years from now when a freaking foot starts growing out our heads we’ll know who the sheep are.
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I have always said that life starts to get shitty right after ya find out the truth about Santa Claus. From that point on your trust has been shattered. There is no way you will be prepared for the upcoming trials and tribulations of the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. Just to make sure you will be on the defensive for the rest of your life you will soon discover birds and bees and a freaking stork have nothing to do with the reason you have become a global footprint on this planet. Let’s get back to that fatal morning of December 1973 when I was in the third grade and Mother summoned me to the kitchen ten minutes before the school bus was to arrive.
Mom seemed to be serious. I went to the kitchen and she told me to sit down. Immediately I began to wonder what I had done wrong. There was no way I was ever going to be properly prepared for what she said next. “I wanted to tell you something before you heard it from Brian Kuhn or someone on the bus,” she said. “You know how ever year at Christmas Santa brings ya gifts? Well that’s actually Mom and Dad. Any questions??” Really??? Any questions??? I have a few. The first one would be “Who are you and what the hell did you just say??” My world was destroyed. Suddenly I questioned everything. All of a sudden the making a wish and blowing out the candles on your birthday cake thing seemed like a bunch of shit to me as well. I was speechless. I was stunned. I could not move and all Mom would say is “Hurry up…..don’t miss the bus.”
I was just eight years old and I felt like a sparring partner of Mike Tyson. I remember being in a daze as I found my way to the bus stop that cold December morning. The bus stopped, I heard the air brakes, the door opened and I climbed aboard. I looked to find my usual seat in the middle of the bus and I locked eyes with Brian Kuhn. For a moment we were one. We said so much without saying anything at all. Finally I exhaled and sat down. After what seemed like an eternity Brian Kuhn finally said “I see your Mother beat me to it.” I paused….smiled…turned towards him and said, “Yes. Yes she did.” It’s never been the same since that cold November morning in 1973. 😪😪😪
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I’m not a doctor. I actually failed tenth grade Chemistry. Our teacher was named Fen Lewis and I couldn’t understand a damn thing she was saying. Because of our lack of connection through the English language I almost blew up Strongsville High School trying to learn about fractional crystallization. That’s a story for a different time as some people want you to believe that we all need to wear a mask, stay in our house and never go to church again. I’m not saying that there isn’t a Chinese Plague but we all need to use something that can’t be taught in a classroom or from a book; it’s called common sense.
I live in Willoughby, Ohio which is twenty miles east of downtown Cleveland. On Thursday our Governor will decide if he will close bars, restaurants and gyms. Bars are currently open but they must have last call by 10PM and be empty by 11PM. The Plague continues to rise in our state and Governor Harry Potter thinks the lockdown of bars, restaurants and gyms will stop it. Here’s where common sense should come in but it doesn’t since the Governor doesn’t have any. The bars, restaurant workers and owners I know have been abiding by the rules. They have invested thousands of dollars on cleaning supplies and team members that do NOTHING except focus on keeping their location sanitized and spotless. I’m in a high risk group and I feel safer there more than I do at the grocery store or at Walgreens getting my prescription filled. I actually think closing the bars early is the WORST thing you can do.
People love to socialize. People do not like to be told what to do. If you are standing in a bar in Ohio you must wear a mask. When you sit down you can remove it. Evidently scientists have determined the virus will not attack anyone in a chair. Perhaps we should make it mandatory to carry around a bar stool? Just because you give last call at 10PM it doesn’t mean the party is over. House parties are booming and no one is wearing a face mask while they slam dance to hair bands in someone’s basement at an after hours party that starts at 10:30 PM. You can’t control what happens in the privacy of someone’s home so why not keep them outside in a controlled environment? The conditions at any bar or restaurant right now are much better than the bacteria that can found growing in the kitchen sink of neighbor Nick’s after party that looks like a petri dish. We can make sure people are social distancing and still keep the local economy going. Isn’t it time to stop punishing those that are NOT breaking the laws? Like I said at the beginning of this blog….I’m not a scientist…..but I DO have common sense.
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As I write this we are slightly more than forty-eight hours away from the close of the polls for 2020, This will be an election like no other in my lifetime. You can feel the tension in the air. You can just sense that something is different this time around.
Years ago politics seemed like something that old people that smelled like urine and Vicks talked about on a Saturday morning coffee at Bob Evans. I never could relate to anyone that ran for office. No one talked about the things I cared or worried about and everyone seemed to just care about promoting and bettering themselves. Then Donald Trump came along. He wasn’t like those people. He didn’t fit in but he spoke about things I cared about and he spoke in a way I could relate to. He wasn’t politically correct but he believes in God, will protect my right to have firearms and will continue to drain the swamp of corruption that is Washington politics.
I’m not alone. Thousands have responded the same way. People that have been ignored for years have reacted and joined the movement. They come from every walk of life and every color. We are very different in background yet so similar in what unites us: Our love for God and this country of America. We are under attack from within. Our Constitution and freedom are at risk so the stakes are high and the time is turbulent. I am afraid that when the sun goes down on Tuesday November, 3, 2020 things will get very violent across the country.
This is the Super Bowl for Black Lives Matter, Antifa and other social terrorist organizations. They really don’t care about the outcome they are looking for a reason to cause violence, hate and destruction. Force MUST be met with GREATER force to be effective. You get one chance to make a first response. Let’s hope those that protect us will be prepared this time for what will indefinitely happen. Use your right to vote and GO HOME. Be part of the solution and not the problem. A true Patriot does not go looking for trouble. If trouble comes marching up your driveway…then you know what to do. 🦾🦾🦾🦾
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Everybody I know likes to bitch and moan about their cable company. That was never me….life is a series of ups and downs and I pretty much expect certain businesses that have a monopoly with their services to not care about their brand or customer service….they just want their check. What happened to me was just a new level of low and inconsideration.
I spend two hundred dollars a month with a company that rhymes with Spectrum. I have my internet and five TV’s connected with this company. I moved into my condo in September of 2018. I had four of the five boxes hooked up to television sets. The fifth box was active and left in the living room for when I decided to hook up the television. I am charged eight dollars every month for each active box.
About a month ago I finally got around to hooking up my television in the living room. I connected the box expectig all the services I have been paying for but the only thing I got was the logo of the company that rhymes with Spectrum. I called technical support. We all can relate how this experience is for anyone let alone someone, like me, that has hypertension. The man was very kind and helpful. He explained to me that my signal gets turned off after a certain amount of time if it’s not in use. I was confused. They were still charging me and never notified me they would continue to embezzle eight dollars a month from my account.
I physically visited my business that rhymes with Spectrum and exchanged my box. I explained the problem to the man behind the counter. He told me to go home, hook up the box and call the toll free number and talk to billing. After being on hold for a most pleasant forty-five minutes (and listening to their sales pitch to switch to their mobile plan over and over and over…) I young lady answered and did exactly what I expected……nothing. I then asked for the Supervisor….his name was Maurice….he was a perfect selection to be the Supervisor of Nothing. 😜😜😜. Maurice and I did not agree. He was just doing his job and protecting the brand of the company that rhymes with Spectrum. Sorry….ya just can’t deep fry a turd. 💩💩💩
I told Maurice HIS Supervisor should cal me…we agreed this would be best and hung up. Two days later Julio calls me from North Carolina. I can tell right away he is not my friend. No bueno Senor. 🤣🤣🤣 I explained to Julio that I didn’t care they shut off my signal but just credit my account and I’ll pour a Corona Light and Run With The Bulls. Julio stood his ground and protected the company line. So what’s the message here? Protect the brand at all costs. The company that rhymes with Spectrum is the only game in town where I live. When I have a different option I will “run to the border.”
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I’m fifty-six years old and enjoy being on social media. I have a twitter account, am on Facebook, do a weekly podcast and of course I have my blog that I thank you so much for reading. I mention my age for a reason. I’m not sure of what exactly happens on Facebook but all of a sudden some of my adult friends have been acting like a bad scene from “Beverly Hills 90210.” I understand that these times are tumultuous and people are on edge but why would anyone get angry over the opinion of someone else? If you are confident of YOUR belief then shouldn’t you feel sorry for the person of different opinion?
If you are familiar with Facebook then you are aware of how to drop “friends.” You highlight their profile, click on the mouse a few times and they are now eliminated. It’s quite similar to getting a ride home from Aaron Hernandez. Facebook teaches you a lot about who your “true” friends are. One weekend, as a kid, my father was in the basement saying “fuck” a lot. That meant he was working on the washing machine. Dad liked to give life advice while he was doing this so I made my way into the utility room. Within five minutes Dad told me; “You watch…later in life you will be able to count your true friends on one hand.” Then he lost his grip on the ratchet and slammed his hand against the agitator and yelled “Son of a Bitch!!!”
A few days ago I was looking at my friends list on Facebook and noticed more than a handful of people had “dropped me as a friend.” I was taken aback at first. I used to work in the radio business for close to thirty years. Some of these folks were colleagues and people that tried to HIRE me. I paused…took a breath…..and thought back to what my dad told me when I was a kid. Then I laughed and said “Son of a Bitch!!”
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I spend a lot of time on the internet. I read a lot and do a superfluous amount of research and it just doesn’t add up. Many polls have Joe Biden with a ten point lead as we approach the two week countdown to Election 2020. It doesn’t make any sense.
If you have listened to my podcast then you are well aware of the allegations against Hunter and Joe Biden. I told you about this in March of 2020. It now appears that Joe Biden used his drug addicted son to launder money from Ukraine. Is that a surprise to you? That’s just one of the reasons the swamp needs to be drained. How come the Biden camp has not refuted the existence of the laptop allegedly belonging to Hunter? I have been accused of things I did not do and I made enough noise to wake the dead.
Sleepy Joe tried to use the Chinese Plague as an excuse to hide in the basement and to stop the successful Trump rallies. Trump knows how to adapt and he started doing rallies outside at various airports. The sight of Air Force One behind the podium as he speaks to the massive amount of supporters gives me chills. Thanks for helping the Trump brand, Sleepy Joe.
Look….Trump is an acquired taste. He’s not for everyone but I go to sleep at night knowing my President will protect the United States of America and protect our Constitution. I don’t have to worry about him making backdoor deals with countries only for personal benefit. If Joe Biden does not care about his drug addicted son then why should he care about you?? He shouldn’t….he doesn’t….and he won’t!!!
Times are very strange right now. Go in the basement. Wear a mask. Bars not open. Bars open. Fifty-percent on restaurants…you know what I mean. I’m trying to move my mother from West Palm Beach to Cleveland to be with family. The Chinese Virus has caused delays. Mother has some health issues. My Mother is my rock….she’s my very best friend…I am lost without her and not ashamed to admit it. Mom is all alone….going through the Chinese Virus lockdown and health issues all by herself. As I write this mother is waiting for the results of a biopsy she had on Friday. This battle has been going on for awhile. The results of a bad x-ray were not expected.
My mother has never played the victim. She has never blinked an eye or shed a tear. Her only concern has been for the health of me..her only child. It’s the the ultimate sacrifice of unselfishness. Do not judge courage by appearance or stature. I’m 6’2 and 265 pounds and my mother is bent over at 4’11 but stands much taller than me in soul and character. If you believe in the next level, which I do, concentrate on the soul. You can go to the gym to work out your body yet the soul is eternal and needs the same attention. Make every day and moment count.