Charlie

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We looked at real estate in Wilton Manors when we retired, and it seemed to be a good place to be gay in Florida (but we didn't want to live in Florida).

I had relations who lived in The Villages, but of course they were straight white folks from the Midwest and the South. The one time I was there, I found it pretty boring.

How dare you stomp on my dreams!! I've started to envy my new neighbors, who use a golf cart to collect their mail from our communal boxes halfway down the street.

Why would you think they were rednecks? Look at that granite countertop and backsplash. The lovely ceramic pieces, and the elegant red wine glass on the counter (carefully placed on white linen to prevent wine rings on the granite). And the sandals--rednecks don't wear sandals! These are a couple of frat boys hanging out at a suburban family home for the weekend.

Hmmm. Now where have I seen a table just like that recently?

Is this a record for the longest thread title ever? But it still doesn't contain enough contingent information, such as: Which of us gets to choose the restaurant? Who pays the check? Jane Austen would never meet a strange man for a dinner date alone; she would insist on bringing along her father or one of her brothers. I would have to arrive in a barouche for them to find me socially acceptable. Ben Franklin and I would both arrive on foot at the City Tavern. I would take the Metro to meet James Baldwin for dinner at a bistro in the Marais.

I still have this old Colt photo in a file drawer somewhere.

How I wish!

Thanks. When I tried to find him there this morning, I couldn't do it.

"*Ginger*" Huh?

These photos look like Mike Austin, whose old ads on Rent.men are no longer there.

Welcome back! I hope you can stick around for a long time.?

They look like they have been stranded on that island for a long time.

He's raised the hood to make it look like he is working on the car, but he's actually stealing the hubcap.

When someone resurrects an old thread like this one, it is unnerving to get a new "like" from someone for an old post of mine, and then see that the previous "like" came from @bigvalboy. R.I.P.

I had forgotten about the Vicks Vaporub that my mother used on me whenever I had a headcold.

Under the circumstances, I'm not sure that anyone who wasn't a family member or POA would be allowed to visit him.

OK, now he doesn't seem so adorable.

OK, Unicorn, you do seem obsessed, but he is really adorable.

The milkman used to deliver milk in glass bottles twice per week to our house, so I have no idea what kind it was. I never really liked to drink milk and haven't drunk a glass of it by choice in about seventy years. However, I do use reduced fat milk occasionally on cereal or in really strong coffee, and I like a lot of milk products, especially cheese and ice cream. My mother loved milk and drank it every day until she died at 102, so I guess it isn't really bad for you unless you are allergic to it.

I have tried these things occasionally, because I have always had sinus problems, but I have never found them very effective at making me feel any better.

The city manager has just announced that the bars and restaurants can now stay open until 2am.

I was asked if I had a phone number for him, but I don't. Keeping my fingers crossed.

They patted me on the ass and strongly suggested that I might like to go home with them, but I explained that I was there with a friend, who promptly appeared and said it was time for us to leave. Luckily, he also knew the bartender, so we were able to leave unmolested. (You hoped I was going to provide a lascivious anecdote about being taken to a dungeon and ravished, didn't you?)