I have a new life down in Pensacola, FL. Shelby has become the primary tenant of a sweet two bedroom place, within walking distance to downtown and the ocean, and I'm renting one of the bedrooms.

I spent the day gathering my stuff from the old Tennessee garage and other places, while putting together my new bedroom/office.

Shelby's out working the social scene at the big Parade tonight. Three different restaurant owners of popular places on the Strip approached our table last night, and bought drinks. They loved her and were glad she was back.

Daniel said they cut the fucking robe off my naked body on the ground in front of the ambulance before we all drove to Columbia while Daniel stayed behind having a heart attack, his stint was put in and I've lost track. They dropped me off somewhere, my grand-daughter Shelby was called and I am still alive, thanks to her.

I flew from Tampa, FL to Lawrenceburg, TN, via Nashville yesterday and I'm sitting alone in my old place at 1135. Massey and Daniel got me here from the airport.

It's now Sunday and I've made huge progress today. I slid my truck back out of the carport then started putting items from my house out to the piles forming in my wide open carport.

The idea is to make a sign with "Free Stuff" on it and stick it out on the highway tomorrow. I should get a lot of business and maybe connect someone with a needed part.

The stuff that always follows my life remains in a nice stack in the corner. The way I see it is, folks take what they want, I move my important stuff to a small humble life at Shelby's new place in Pensacola, and hopefully I'll see you all before we die.

I've had a half dozen physical therapists tell me over the last two weeks, that I'm in ok shape. But for some reason I'm being pushed around all over the Airport, port to port, plane to plane, seat to seat, in a wheel chair tomorrow. My old body needs the VIP treatment, apparently.

Daniel and Massey will grab me mid-morning at Nashville and bring me down to the house. It should be an interesting process as we navigate through the reality of the bullshit that brought me down, and to celebrate my movement forward.

And my thanks to the nurses that brought my mind back, and reintrodeced me to what is real. And also reminded me how fast a great speedboat is!

There's a funny fast little car hanging out in Shelby's parking lot. I notice that fast cars roar away from stop lights at high speed around here all the time. It's something I never heard back in Tennessee, a sound that would make every cop car in the county show up.

Shelby had one of those big sales events to attend tonight, so in celebration of getting my images going again, here's my G/D off to sell stuff tonight, caught her on the way down the steps.

Sat, the 25th of May, I will leave Tampa, FL via Southwest Airlines and arrive in Nashville, TN, a bit after 1100 that morning.

They're going to give me the VIP treatment and transport me from arrival gate, to departure gate, hooking up with Daniel in a wheelchair, at the curb.

I will return to my place and divide the good from the gone. There will be a few things I will keep and carry on to my new life in Pensacola. The rest goes to the world, or the dump.

If I have any friends left, come on down and we'll play in the sugary soft sand of the intercoastal Gulf of Mexico.

I've had this neurological event occur to me over the decades I call the Jaggies. It surrounds my brain like a dark envelope, and electrical lightning like charges come shooting down from this cloud.

The first ones were really intense and I would have to take myself out of bus driving service, and later as a Supervisor I just parked on the highway for a half an hour.

As the years progressed, they would only happen a couple of times a year. Today marked the sixth day in a row. Not major, just enough to be glad I'm not living life at the moment.

People have been scanning my head with machines hard lately, and to each person I mention these Jaggies. I've not had a single response, it's like it doesn't fit into their training so they just say hmmm...

Sitting here at Shelby's in Tampa, and it's beginning to feel like home. I arranged the center into a bed for me with our workstations on the plush center piece by her lounge chair, overlooking the pool.

Listening to Shelby talking and laughing about travel deals she's just made over the phone with friends, is fun.

Today's a tough day. Since my mind is still not working well I tend to make poor decisions, like using my local Tennessee debit card on some purchases last night, and overdrew my account.

My SS goes into my account back in Idaho and it's the one I use the most. Anyway, I called my local bank this morning and left an apology message on a managers voice mail. Hopefully they will shut that account down, summarize the mistakes I've made, and allow me to settle with them when I get back to ...

Damn, it just took me fifteen seconds to remember I still live in Lawrenceburg, TN. It's a rainy day down here in Tampa, I'm hanging out watching the sweet small dog while my grand-daughter's out saving my ass.

I have determined that I performed some error to my image base software when I went down at my place with the shiner more than a month ago. Something's now very wrong with the code and my brain, and I'm incapable of fixing it.

I was in the pool at Shelby's playing Poker today on a floaty thing, when I got some photos sent to my phone, by a lady sitting pool side, but I don't know how to process them.

Shelby checked my Credit Score out online and it seems I have none. Zip, nada, zero.

I've never used Credit in my life, which means I've also never had any bad Credit in my life, which should be a good thing!

The only way to get a drink in this bar, is to beg, other than that, I love it here!

I've had an interesting morning as Shelby drove me to the brain doctor for a Cat Scan. They needed an approval from my doctors up at Maury Regional in Tennessee, (along with $50). They got both and I got scanned, big time.

They inserted colorful stuff into the big vein on my right arm and maybe I'm just imagining things but I could have sworn that good looking Hispanic doctor and I danced around that lab for a bit.

It was almost as good as flying across the Tampa Bay last Friday in a high speed boat with one arm on the rail while the other clutched my hat. Or the beautiful bodies I notice wrapped in colorful cloth as I get my exercise wondering around this Tampa based swimming pool.

It's a colorful life down here...


Happy Mothers Day to every woman I've ever known. You women are special, in your own unique way. Men think they know you, we don't. Watch out for us that claim they do, except me of course.

As I walked up and down a long carpet between great townhouse layouts today, next to a fancy pool, I thought about Steph. We did Washington, Idaho and Tennessee together for decades. Steph was one of the Special Ones.

Now I'm hanging out with my current Special One, my grand-daughter, Shelby. I got a nice invite to an afternoon brunch today with her friends, lately becoming mine, but I'm just not recovered yet. So I stayed behind and wrote this Post.

I'm really not much of a social animal lately. I was for a while there on Lee St, entertained a few hot people along the way, and made some great friends.

Now it sits empty in Lawrenceburg, TN for an unknown length of time while I try to figure myself out down here. Shelby even cleaned the place as she grabbed up my critical things. I actually hadn't asked them but Daniel knows my life well there and a bunch of my personal items are here in my lap as I crash at Shelby's place on the beach.

Hey, I could sublet it for my landlord Steve. I leave my TV's, a bed, and a well connected internet. Add on an extra c-note for me at the end of the month!

I have a cyber security genius to my East, a baddass guy to my West, well armed. A new person coming into the neighborhood would be fun for these guys, for a month or more.

Saturday here in Tampa, Florida has been a blast. Hung out lovingly wth family and friends, yet I missed the whole other friend set living back in Tennennesse.

I often take advice from my favorite grand-daughter, Shelby. Her text voice is tough but soft. Now she just says, I'll be right up. with a voice that's real and here.

I have to figure out the answer to that question. Shelby is creating a new world for me here in the Tampa area if I chose to accept it. I am touched, honored and feel loved.

My boy Riley and his family have given me the grace of their family's love. As much as I'd love to live there and watch everything grow, my gift, is to give back space and grow along with them.

But I still have a world, that I call my life. I have to get back to it, resolve it with everyone that needs it, then say goodbye.

Where we landed yesterday at was Jimmy B's (yea Buffet). A very cool place, Rob and I hit the main spot on the beach while Shelby hooked up with a U.S. pilot and his dog.

Rob and I had to deal with an overflow of beautiful women while Shelby and her buddy shared their dogs on the beach. We all hooked up later and made plans to go out on a boat this afternoon.

It's tough hanging out down here, and I greatly appreciate the energy expended by Shelby and her friends.

I had a visual cell phone connection with my next door neighbor Daniel a while ago. I called him and he said he couldn't talk because he was on a roof doing his weekend Ice House job.

I pointed my Cell Phone at the pool here and told him I was working on an Ice Melt job. Turns out I was right as we hung up and I left the phone at the pool, where an older woman staying with her son here named Bella found it going off and dropped it off in the Office.

I now have a charging phone and laptop, a new friend named Bella, and Shelby's watching Mom on her big screen. Quite frankly I could use a drink and a joint. Happy Saturday.

My potential neurosurgeon is a friend of my grand-daughter here in Tampa. They enjoy fellow neurofriends on the beach.

I'm trying to soak in a 108° hottub for a while, followed by a massage from a scantily clad neurofriend, but all they want to do is perform medical procedures inside air-conditioned state-of-the-art buildings.

I'll keep this Post going for a while, we'll see how things go, drop on in when you can...


I still have family and friends that love me, despite myself. I'm a very lucky man, one who has survived a life he really didn't deserve.

But I'm failing on it now, loosing touch with my own reality, as people around me reach out to support a new life for me, away from Tennessee.

I've failed that last place a few times. I've also had complete freedom to sometimes succeed, and often did.

Now I have a hard decision to make. I established the fact that I no longer have the capability of maintaining the role of drunken stoned bachelor blogger at the end of Lee, ST. in Lawrenceburg, TN.

I really fucked it up bad this time and I'm trying to figure out my best smartest move.

Shelby has brought me into her life now, with love, compassion, and an opportunity to rebuild myself. My son Riley, Jess, and their babies are reaching out with visitation and support.

I have an appointment with my new Physical Therapist coming up within the next 20 or 30 minutes. She sounds young and hot, so I better get this Post off.

Update: I just finished my PT and it went well. She said my body was in good enough shape to transistion up to some beefy male therapist who can give me a real good workout! What an interesting business!

I hooked up with an acquaintance yesterday afternoon, his name is Rob and I met him my last time I was down here in Tampa. He and I have technology adventures that we've both known over the decades.

We hung out last evening at a bar/ health club he's a member of, that has a great Steam Room. He and his family are coming over for dinner tonight.

This morning Shelby got me over to Advantage for a big blood draw out of my left arm. I slept great on a new memory foam last night, over the new bed Shelby recently bought. At noon, an in-home health care nurse dropped by to check me out.

Staying at Shelby's place here in Tampa is truly amazing and I'm very grateful. She has me back on my meds with a new organized monthly pill dispenser, along with seeing the proper medical people.

It was my inability to take my meds that caused my brain to fail. Maybe my life will come back, please wish me well.

It's been an interesting day. I sat down by the pool under a shaded canopy and worked on brain recovery, when finally we walked to the dog park with Zinny. I noticed that my head and leg issues were improving from the new drugs, but now my lower back hurts. I just can't win lately.

I now understand what happened about a month ago. I was giving up on life, looking for a way out, and I was succeeding.

My motivation to continue has improved now, a bit. I know that people care about and want me to survive. I can't give up now, I have to find a way to win this job called life.

Shelby is whipping up some Italian meatballs and Pasta with her special red sauce, then we're watching a NetFlix movie together.

It's Monday morning, May 6, 2024. I'm 77 years old, still alive, typing from a lounge chair down by a fancy pool in a very nice apartment place in Tampa, FL. I'm staying here with my grand-daughter Shelby Hamilton, and we just got back from an appointment with a medical facility here.

It's a very state of the art place called Advantge and has become my Primary facility. I have been truly rescued from the disaster that happened to me up in Lawrenceburg, TN.

About a month ago I lost my mind and my memories. I was living in my small duplex along Shoal Creek, Parkinsons was kicking my ass, my mind was going blank and my legs and body were in full vibration mode. I was drinking a liter of vodka a day, barely eating, and taking no medication.

One morning my neighbor Daniel came to my house, concerned that he hadn't seen me for a couple of days. Fortunately he knows my door number, and he found me down and out, with a big black eye. He called an ambulance and got me to the hospital. I also was in a couple of clinics I barely remember. I had a couple of seizures and was waiting to die.

Daniel called my grand-daughter Shelby here in Tampa and she rescued me from Tennessee. I owe Daniel and Shelby my life.

Shelby sacrificed her life and work to rescue me. I don't remember most of it, but she got me back on meds, in and out of a couple places, and drove me down here to Tampa. Last night I hung out with her friends, had dinner and a hot tub, then slept on a new fold down bed with a memory foam topper coming today or tomorrow.

We went to the new clinic called Advantage this morning and I'm back on meds and making appointments. The meds that Shelby got me back on have saved my life. The vibrations in my legs and head that I considered my death verdict, have subsided.

My long term memory is coming back, short term is still shot. I can't remember how to put photos on this blog, but I remember how to post, and I'm doing that now. If you notice an error or a misquote, please text me with a correction.

Thank you for being a friend.

Hung out with Shelby and friends yesterday at her place and in and around Tampa, FL. We wandered into town for supplies, played around, and enjoyed the sun.

In the evening we had a wonderful dinner out, followed by a hot hottub back at her other close friends house. It reminded me of great hottub adventures of the sixties and seventies.

My brain is still in trouble but it's getting a bit better every day. Wish me recovery help as the day moves forward, thank you.

I have photos from last nights hottub, of Shelby, Josie and Dan, that I have completely lost the ability of posting here. I don't know what to do anymore, so I am stopping now.

It's been a real tough morming and I just remember half of of it. My roommate Jerry has busted out of here, I have theraphy scheduled for later, and my wondeful grand-daughter is sitting next to me in this hospital room and working remotely.

My brain is confussed badly, and I don't remember what's real and what ain't. At one point I thought I was talking to my brother and my mom last night, but I'm afraid i'm the oldest and that didn't happen.

Shelby was watching a Jerrybreak from this Facility and getting me down to her residence in Tampa, FL shortly. This amazing lady is saving my life once again, and I have my family and limited friends to thank for everything.

NHC Is the name of the facility and they have been wonderful.