Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Vertigo (pronounced verteego) Bay

Every once and a while, people will experience the Vertigo Bay; this is where the head goes for a swim but not the body.


         This unusual condition happened to, not one but two, of our community. Both received personal, private rides to the House of Decontamination where they received digital exorcisms. Within a few hours, they were returned to us, free of the Vertigo Bay.
             Names cannot be named lest the demons of the Bay (Basin) retaliate and cause the victims to be drowned in their own subconscious and cause them to be unconscious during periods of sexual arousal, or when wanting a Dunkin' Donuts coffee roll. Let the demons of the sacred Basin be given a libation for the safe return of our comrades...

Beware the demons of the Basin:

Alonzo
Gregory
Edna, Shirley, and Benedict

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

HE is home! Praise The Lord!

Elvis may have left the building BUT Phil has returned to the Sacred Basin

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Our Second Trip UpNorth -- Thruway Exit 17 to Northway Exit 14

The journey begins😎

 Newburgh Exit 17  KEEP RIGHT
Bridge just past Albany named after Thaddeus Kosciuszko, Polish  General, who fought with the american colonists against the British
T. Kosciuszko
(I'm a History Teacher)




ARRIVAL: A lttle flooding has hit the Basin
Lee and Lillian
Ray and Connie in back of Lee

Lee helping out on the farm 


     It's a wonderful bunch of cocanuts that inhabit the Sacred Basin. Everyone helps you out. It's a long summer and more will be forth coming forth.. 

Sunday, July 9, 2017

We are all praying for Phil Dean

Phil Dean, husband of Judy Dean, has been in Albany Medical Center and will be returning to the Sacred Basin soon. He might already be there. Let us all turn our thoughts and good vibes his way.

 

 

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Gullingon, anyone??

     The following message was received by me:

 Package was delivered in office The delivery was signed by: S.GULLINGON.  Schuylerville, NY, US 

     Now who might Gullingon be? Is he or she from Gullingon's Island, maybe?? Will the real Gullingon please stand up. Maybe it's slang for something like: "Get your Gulling On!"

HE might know


Thursday, June 29, 2017

Corgis Create Complete And Otter Chaos At The Basin On The Very First Day

Bestiality waiting to be Unleashed

     ABOVE are the two, terrible terrors waiting for their captivity to come to an end. They have honed their vocal chords to howl and bark.. Oh, what a sound it will be!
     Anyway, their animal sounds got us in trouble with the locals. Our attempts at silencing the two were too weak and useless.

     SO, Let's get on with our first six days at the most sacred of sacred Basins.
This is the new trailer, new vehicle, transplanted deck with new stairs for bedroom escapades. 

     

Interior view. It is so spacious and big, too
FROM day one, it was back-breaking work: There were pleasant times, also. Seeing the gang and meeting new campers, dinner with the Culligans. John Reilly came up and stopped by. He has me buying a new TV and a Fire shtick from AMAZON COM. Ray and Connie, and Sally Mulligan, favored half of Daniel Mulligan, provided sweat and power to helping with the new camper. Phil and Judy were not there. Phil has had a quadruple bypass and is in hospital in Albany. The six days went fast and we are in N'burgh, again... but soon we shall be up, again.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Hospitals can be hell..

This is me as a character from a Philip K Dick novel. I have accumulated many, tumultuous, old-age diseases and disorders.  These have provided me with excuses for inactivity, though.
    Anyway, it was Saturday morning, 2017.06.03. I got  up as usual, put my foot to the floor, and, POW, pain radiated from, not one, but both feet. The ambulance was called  (I have been transported so many times, the medics are part of the family), and off I went to St Luke's Hospital, where I spent five days on my back being catered to by lovely, young nurses.
     After five days, I was shipped to Wingate in Beacon, across the mighty, majestic Hudson River. Once there, I spent a week bring pretzel-twisted by physical therapists. On the one-week anniversary of my arrival, my wife, Vicky, and I conspired to pull the plug and get me free. We were able to convene a cabal, and we got my reprieve. And, now, after a week, we are

heading UpNorth to the sacred Basin and the new trailer