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I thought of them as being on the Mississippi rather than west of it. OK, there is a highway separating Busch Stadium from the riverfront now.

When I was a kid, the team with the best record in the American League simply played the team with the best record in the National League. Sometimes that meant the NY Yankees played the Brooklyn Dodgers or the New York Giants, which was great for fans like me who lived in the NY area, who didn't have to just listen to the games on the radio. Of course, in those days there were no major league teams west of the Mississippi or in Canada. I remember fierce arguments in school between kids who rooted for the Yankees and those who rooted for the Dodgers. I was outraged when the Dodgers betrayed us and left for the glitz of LA, after all those games I had gone to at Ebbets field with my father. I vowed to never root for the Dodgers again, and I never have, even though I have now lived for years in southern California.

Under description it says "I don't smoke." But under "I Am Into" it lists "Smoking." Perhaps he likes guys who smoke.

No info on the ad to indicate when he will be in Philly (those photos certainly weren't taken there!), why or where (no "map me" function available). You will be flying blind on this one.

This thread reminded me that I used to have a dog named Duke, so Lucky gave me a baseball cap that says "Duke's Daddy" on it.

The Phillies win the NL East! I'll have another excuse to wear my old Phillies cap again during the playoffs.

I did not notify my insurance company, since she immediately admitted the accident was her fault, and I got a letter from them two days later that they had accepted the claim against her policy.

Wecome back, Gar1eth. Given the number of gay men on here who are into "man scent" (pits, feet, ass, etc.), a lack of nice-smelling toiletries is hardly a sign that one is not gay. Many straight men probably buy lots of those toiletries to please their girlfriends--in fact, they may even have received them as gifts from girlfriends.

I have been driving for 64 years, but have never been involved in any kind of accident. Last month, I was driving on a local highway when the woman in the car behind me decided she was going to pass me on the right. But she speeded up too quickly to change lanes, and instead smashed into the back of my car. When both of us pulled over, the first words out of her mouth were, "Oh, no! All my other accidents were caused by the other driver. This is the first one that is my fault!" It was a sweet admission, but I wondered how long she would stick with it when push came to shove. Since both cars were still driveable, she insisted that we drive to her home nearby to call our insurance companies, which we did. We sat at her dining room table, where she served us coffee. Then over the phone she described the accident and admitted to her insurance agent (Triple A) that she was completely at fault. I couldn't believe it would be that simple, but the next day I got a call from her insurance agent that an appraiser would be sent to our house to estimate the damages. The appraiser came, photographed the damage, asked where I wanted to have the car repaired, he accepted my choice, and then he went to the auto body shop and arranged everything there. When I brought the car in, they told me they had worked things out with the agent. They even had a connection with a rental agency for a car while mine was in the shop. The car has been there for almost two weeks, and I am getting antsy. Somehow everything seemed a little too easy.

Ben Shelton?

While rummaging through a file cabinet yesterday, I came across a cache of little (4"x6") black and white "physique" magazines from the 1950s with names like Vim and Adonis that I had forgotten I still had. I used to keep them hidden under my bed and jerk off to them at night when I was in my teens. Most of the print is so tiny that I can't read it now without a magnifying glass.

On the "map me" function he is only using the old default location downtown, so don't expect to actually find him there.

Actually, there are monthly organized dinners at a restaurant of the gay men here in my retirement community, a possible source which I hadn't considered.

I don't remember anything about school cafeterias, because there were none in the public schools I went to--I lived in a small town where everyone went home for lunch.

Hmmm. I was also in the Soviet Union in the summer of 1991, when the tour guides kept huddling together trying to figure out what was going to happen to their jobs.

Maybe he is trying to piggyback on the reputation of the one and only DavidSF.

I have gotten vaccinated regularly ever since the first vaccines appeared, and I have never been sick or had a positive result since the first tests were available. But I was reading the articles about when to get the newest vaccine when I got sandbagged by the virus last week. My brother-in-law flew in ten days ago for a 3-day visit, and he said while he was here that he was feeling peckish, so he did the test and it was negative. Two days after he left, I woke with a fever and a terrible headache, took the test, and it was positive. My symptoms have improved somewhat, but I still test positive every day. While walking the dog this morning, I ran into my 92 year old neighbor who has had COVID three times, and is testing negative again; she looks better than I feel.

Tell me about it😩

Pull out a collar and a leash, and if he wags his tail, you will know what he means.

Every day I am hearing about more and more of my neighbors, gay and straight, who are testing positive, including a 92 year old straight woman who just returned from a cruise to Alaska, which was probably the source for hers. My gated retirement community sounds like a cesspool. Meanwhile, I am very slowly recovering from what feels like the worst head cold I have ever experienced.

Actually, I socialize much more with the straight neighbor couple from whom I learned that one of the gay couples has COVID (I don't socialize with them at all, and I haven't seen the other gay couple who admit to having COVID in more than a month). I also wasn't implying that gay men are more susceptible to COVID than straight people, just that it seemed surprising that the only neighbors on the block that are known to have COVID right now all happen to be gay men. During the pandemic, the only neighbors I knew who had COVID were all straight.

The newest vaccines didn't become available in time for me. On Tuesday I woke with a high fever and headache, and when I self-tested, I was positive. I immediately went out and bought another test from a different company, but the result was the same. I was thankful that I managed to move my spouse into an assisted living facility a week ago, because I don't know how I could have taken care of him or avoided giving the virus to him. At least now when he asks why I think he should be in assisted living, I have a strong response to give to him, but I'm not allowed in to see him right now. Strangely, most of the gay men who live on my street also have COVID right now, but none of the straight people do (at least, as far as I know).

I moved furniture (his bed, dresser, desk, easy chair, etc.) from our house into the assisted living studio. I don't intend to immediately replace the empty areas in the house for the same reason as you: I want to wait and see whether things work out at the assisted place, in case I have to move him back home.

I have been told that this facility was actually built as a resort hotel complex, but then converted to assisted living as well as memory care. He will be living in a building specifically intended for physical assistance plus memory care, with only ten residential rooms (singles and doubles), plus dining area, entertainment area, and meeting rooms; the whole complex reminds me of a small residential college campus. If we lived in a four star hotel, we probably wouldn't take any advantage of a cocktail lounge with live music, game room or beauty salon anyway (that was never our life-style before he needed assistance). The couple I mentioned above are allowed to live together in a double room even though only one of them needs care, because they are married and apparently wanted to do it that way--I think I would be miserable in that situation. I would rather eventually die penniless than spend my own life institutionalized unnecessarily.

I don't need assistance (my spouse has advanced Alzheimer's as well as physical issues), nor do I need the hassle of selling our house, getting rid of decades' worth of possessions, just so we can continue to live together in the same residence. We also have an old dog, who would not be allowed to live with us. We have been together for 56 years, but have lived apart several times over the years because of work or other commitments, so I know I can manage on my own. In the past we have lived in different cities or even different countries, and sometimes not even seen one another for months at a time, whereas this time we will be living only three miles apart and can see one another every day if we wish. I have been told by the manager that there is a male couple of the sort you describe in the same building with my spouse, and they are curious to meet us. I wouldn't mind having a private chat with the the individual who does NOT need to be there, to see how he feels now about their decision.