ONLY a MAN

Where were you in 1981? I know a couple of my readers were still somewhere inside their future mom’s body. I think, I don’t know. I ain’t no scientist. I do know JB was a rambunctious ten year old building forts, shooting BB guns and playing smear the queer. I know I know queer is not “politically correct” but it’s ok because after fifty four years I am still not quite sure about my sexuality. Much like my sexual curiosity, everything changed in August 1st of 1981 when MTV took to the airwaves. My friends and I became glued to the TV to watch “Video Killed The Radio Star by the Buggles”. The rest was history. Sure we went outside occasionally. But we spent the lion share of our time sitting on my friends couch drinking sweet tea fixated on MTV because we didn’t want to miss if and when a new video was debuted. Which back in the early days was rare. Pat Benatar, The Who, Rod Stewart and Phil Collins seemed to be repeated for days and weeks on end. And my half wit friends and I were trap...

  I think the title says it all folks. May has finally come to an end. By now Floridians should be prepped for hurricane season and the start of feeling that we are living on the surface of the sun. Avid fishing folks should have their boats and gear all tuned up for the American Red Snapper season. Hell, it even appears our friend the daily downpours from nowhere may be back.   And in Bennett’s world it’s the start of the yearly migration of the female folks to the great white north for the summer. That’s right after a two year hiatus, Sandstram is getting to FINALLY get back to her living her best life on the lake in Vermont. Meanwhile, Bryce will be running shit at Camp “Hakuna Matata” a third of mile up the lake. More than likely this we be the last summer Bryce will be shaping young women’s lives at camp since internships and life will more than likely get in the way. Don’t worry tough, in a few years she’ll    come back to camp ultra rich with her hubby Chuck b...

Back in time once again dear readers. Today we are visiting 2017 for another fishing excursion. Our son a few years prior started making fishing lures for offshore and a new hobby was created for the male side of the Bennett Fam. Although, we were fairly new to the sport Jake and I were learning a lot and enjoyed our time on the water. We were putting in the time and starting to find our own personal fishing holes and understood the in and outs of our boat known as "The Angry Beaver" by friends for reasons we may never understand. Regardless, the "Angry Beav" and crew were prepared for whatever the challenges the Gulf had to offer. And this day the crew would be tested with a very unexpected challenge that not one of us would soon forget. I know their green captain will remember it for the the rest of his life!!! The crew that Beautiful August day was my son Jake, Coochie and his son Noah and Jake L and his son LJ. We pushed off at 6AM and headed West. The weather p...

Back in time once again... This time we are almost to the close of 1999 and the fear of the soon to come Y2K Bug. To remind my readers, basically the worry was that when the year changed to 2000 computers were going to crash and all hell was going to break loose. Did it happen??? Fuck if I know!!! As you will soon see, I overserved myself at a New Years Eve party and was able to forget all about our computer crisis and our civilizations impending doom. But I do recall the party and what lead up to me making the decision to have a couple of drinks. A month or so before the end of 1999 Sandstram and I were in the middle of renovating a house we purchased in our neighborhood. Our good friends were also building their dream home a few blocks away. For the sake of the story lets' call the couple Brenda and Dave. One night Dave came over for a visit while I was installing subflooring in in our house. As we shot the shit, out of nowhere a man appeared in the doorway. Strangely on this war...

How quickly we are reminded that not all decisions are in our hands. No matter how much time we prepare and attempt not to worry. Uncontrollable outcomes will rapidly arise and change all of our plans. Unfortunately there is no easy way to change the words or the story. Without notice a panicked call is received. The information given is one of my fears. The worst outlook for our work family member is sadly perceived. Attempt to stay strong and  brave for the family hold back the tears.  At the ER we all impatiently prey and wait. Friends, coworkers, daughters, sons, and an unconsolable wife. What will be our loved ones ultimate fate? Great news is given, my friend  will slowly heal and keeping his life!!! Not exactly what I wanted to type. But it felt right. Hug your loved ones fuckers. Tomorrow is not a promise so do that shit today!!! Peace and Love!!!!

The title could not be more accurate. Probably not for my ultra intelligent readers, but my pea brain.... Bullseye!!! My mind has spent a lot of time trying to figure what caused me to spin out of control in late March of 2023. I have been told by wiser people that my writing is amateur at best, whoops wrong post, we will leave that for another day. What i have been told is there may not be an answer to my sudden attack of panic and just maybe searching for the reason is a complete waste of time. No having an answer to everything is sometimes a fucking answer gosh dammit!!! My words, not the wise peoples!!! Well, my analytical brain does not buy that. Even if it should. So, let us travel back to late 2022 and pose some possible causes of my soon to come near death experience. In a total creatively made up by me and not stolen from a movie title of.... The Perfect Storm: In October of 2022 I went for my annual physical and was told that my cholesterol was too high and my doctor recommen...