DON’s WORLD – Don’t “F” with my Font!

I use WordPress for this, my personal website. Or, is it a Blog? The lines between these are so blurred anymore.

Anyway, I’ve used WordPress for years now, so when hey started forcing everyone over to teir new BLOCK editor, I just capitulated and told myself, that it would be OK. I would just spend a few hours re-educating myself and move on with my writings.

Well, It looks like WP has other thoughts.

You see, If I like a certain FONT or Font size then I’ll probably be using it for a long time before I see a need for change. WP though, has decided that they will force-feed me these blocks, with their selected Fonts and Font formats, with every block I use!!!

Well, WP, your selected font is not what I want, and your decision that every letter will be a dull, almost invisible GRAY color? What the Hell is with this. Are you saving mone storing le pixels per letter, or something?

Well, I’ll use your Block editor, OM? But You are starting to push me to ask myself why I don’t take my five sites, and my hundreds of articles somewhere else.

You see, there’s something that you and your corporate mind hasn’t grasped.

I am a Writer, For better or worse, I am Writer. And, ust like Hemingway who had his trusty favorite typewriter, I ave my favorite FONTS sentence structures, and paragraph formats and such that supports my writing, and allows me the freedom to do it my way.

You, on the other hand want me to constantly deal with your “BLOCKS”. Well, it’s not good for me to spend sch a large portion of my writing time bouncing around in your BLOCKS on formatting, and not on my writing.

I implore you, fid this or else!

DON

DON’s WORLD – Who Are We FLORIDIANS?

DON’s World – 200710 – WHO ARE WE in FLORIDA

Florida is an interesting State and as everyone knows it is a favorite spot for retired people to move to and enjoy the latter years of their lives. Of course we also have an image of being a state that is nothing but Beaches, Swimming Pools and Tiki Bars.

One reality that many people, not familiar with, this semi-tropical state is the fact that over 25% of the state’s population is Hispanic speaking according to the most recent Census. I’ve been living here for over ten years now myself and even I can see a slow change in the cultural lifestyle as these hard working people grow and participate in our government as American citizens.

Here is a link to my article that discusses the latest census data and what I have personally observed of how our nation has changed many things to aid all of the ethnic groups who are migrating here.

Click on the link below and go directly to this interesting article of my collection.

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by Don Bobbitt, 2020, All Rights Reserved

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DON’s WORLD – ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Thoughts, Comments and Opinions of DON BOBBITT and his followers and even occasional Readers. As a SENIOR who has many decades of life experiences to look back on, I offer a wide variety of original articles that reflect what I feel are common perspectives on this World of ours and the people who are running things.

DON’s World – 200702 – TANSTAAFL

Somehow the racial injustice we all witnessed when the policemen in Minneapolis slowly took the breath away from a Black man named George Floyd sparked has sparked a worldwide reaction. But after several weeks the, at first, peaceful days of protest quickly turned into weeks of rioting and rampant destruction of public property.

Here is a link to my article that discusses how thee riots are actually harming the cause of the Blacks. my thought is that once a point has been made to the existing government, the next step should be negotiations for improvements, and not continual day-after-day destruction and chaos.Chaos breeds over-reaction, at some point, and not understanding and growth.

Click on the link below and go directly to this interesting article of my collection.

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DON’s WORLD – 200627 – Quarantine – Been There, Done That!

Thoughts, Comments and Opinions of DON BOBBITT and his followers and even occasional Readers. As a SENIOR who has many decades of life experiences to look back on, I offer a wide variety of original articles that reflect what I feel are common perspectives on this World of ours and the people who are running things.

DON’s World – 200627 – TANSTAAFL

I was told to Quarantine myself! Here is a link to my article that discusses the the process you will go through when you are told that you must Self Quarantine yourself. Click on the link below and go directly to this interesting article of my collection.

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https://hubpages.com/politics/DONs-WORLD-200627-Quarantine-Been-There-Done-That

by Don Bobbitt, 2020, All Rights Reserved

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DON’s WORLD – 200611 – TANSTAAFL

Thoughts, Comments and Opinions of DON BOBBITT and his followers and even occasional Readers. As a SENIOR who has many decades of life experiences to look back on, I offer a wide variety of original articles that reflect what I feel are common perspectives on this World of ours and the people who are running things.

DON’s World – 200611 – TANSTAAFL

Here is a link to my article that discusses the eventual costs of fighting CoVid-19 Virus. Click on the link below and go directly to this first article of the collection.

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https://hubpages.com/politics/DONs-WORLD-200612-TANSTAAFL

by Don Bobbitt, 2020, All Rights Reserved

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DON’s WORLD – 200607 – WAITING On A VACCINE

Thoughts, Comments and Opinions of DON BOBBITT and his followers and even occasional Readers. As a SENIOR who has many decades of life experiences to look back on, I offer a wide variety of original articles that reflect what I feel are common perspectives on this World of ours and the people who are running things.

DON’s World – 200607 – WAITING On A VACCINE?

Here is a link to my article that discusses the Long Wait for a REAL VACCINE for the CoVid-19 Virus. Click on the link below and go directly to this first article of the collection.

CLick Here; https://hubpages.com/politics/DOns-WORLD-200607-Waiting-on-a-Vaccine

by Don Bobbitt, 2020, All Rights Reserved

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DON’s WORLD – 200601 – You Can’t FIX STUPID

Thoughts, Comments and Opinions of DON BOBBITT and his followers and even occasional Readers. As a SENIOR who has many decades of life experiences to look back on, I offer a wide variety of original articles that reflect what I feel are common perspectives on this World of ours and the people who are running things.

DON’s World – 200525 – Hiding From Covid-19?

Here is a link to my article that discusses the problem with the hardcore Stupid People in the World. Click on the link below and go directly to this first article of the collection.

CLick Here; https://hubpages.com/politics/Dons-World-200601-You-Cant-Fix-Stupid

by Don Bobbitt, 2020, All Rights Reserved

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DON’s WORLD – 200525 – Hiding From CoVid-19

Thoughts, Comments and Opinions of DON BOBBITT and his followers and even occasional Readers. As a SENIOR who has many decades of life experiences to look back on, I offer a wide variety of original articles that reflect what I feel are common perspectives on this World of ours and the people who are running things.

DON’s World – 200525 – Hiding From Covid-19?

Here is a link to my article that explains what a typical Retired Senior does to avoid catching CoVid-19. Click on the link below and go directly to this first article of the collection.

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by Don Bobbitt, 2020, All Rights Reserved

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DON’s WORLD – 200521 – Who is DON

Thoughts, Comments and Opinions of DON BOBBITT and his followers and even occasional Readers. As a SENIOR who has many decades of life experiences to look back on, I offer a wide variety of original articles that reflect what I feel are common perspectives on this World of ours and the people who are running things.

DON’s World – 200521 – Who is DON?

Here is a link to my article that explains just who DON is, and what he will be writing about in future articles. Click on the link below and go directly to this first article of the collection.

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by Don Bobbitt, 2020, All Rights Reserved

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Just Go Away!

Go Away!

Stay your approach!

I Don’t Need You, if You’re Not Serious!

Find another Fickle Heart

to Play with!

Find Someone as frivolous as Yourself

with your Silly Heart Songs and Pining Eyes.

Just Go Away!

And Leave Me to to my Mental Flagelations,

as I Continue My Futile Search.

by Don Bobbitt, All Rights Reserved.  April, 2020

 

 

CoVid-19 and being a Three Time Loser

I actually hope this article will become “Old News” very quickly.

I call myself a 3-time Loser, not because I have a history of criminal convictions, but rather because I have a number of Health Issues that make me more susceptible to catching colds, the latest Flu, and other infectious diseases. And, to top these problems off, I am in my Seventies.

From what i see on the news channels, I am one of the people that is considered a very high risk of becoming infected with this CoVid-19 virus and not only catch it, but my probability of dying from it are very high.

I wrote an article on my Writer’s site that goes into more detail on tis and if you click on the link below, you will have a clearer understanding of my predicament and what i am doing to increase my odds of not catching it.

A 3-time Loser and CoVid-19

by Don Bobbitt, All Rights Reserved

 

Relatives, Sorting Them Out

It’s the Rare person who has Relatives who are all shining examples of the greatness of humanity.

In my Youth, I had so many relatives around me that I believed such constant appearances of mine at our home was the norm for everyone.

Eventually, I learned that I was living a life of exception, and that the majority of the other families I knew of had what I would now call a smaller “clan” to observe and learn from.

So, my feeling that my family was exceptionally large was mostly because we were exceptional.

You see, both my Mother and my Father had so many siblings, who themselves married and had children over that post-war decade or so that my “clan” gave me so many variations in personality and personal philosophies to watch and learn from.

One of the first things you would notice about my family was that on any Sunday, and often any Saturday, there would be four, five, or maybe more of my relatives visiting us.

Sometimes it might be an Uncle or an Aunt who would just stop by to get Mom’s or Dad’s help dealing with something  that required their help or often just a little advice.

Other times it was just a casual stopover at our place to socialize. This was most common with the men. Dadf had an “open door, cold beer” policy whenever any of them stopped by. Dad might be in the middle of something he was working on in his shop, but regardless of who stopped by, the work stopped and he would hand the other person a beer and thy would walk out ext to the pond and sit and talk.

My relatives, especially the uncles and aunts varied so much in what they did during the war and how it affected them that I could write a book on their experiences. I have often called myself a Storyteller over my lifetime and looking back, this was most likely because I would sit quietly and listened to them tell so many stories of their experiences.

Their stories covered the spectrum of wartime realities and experiences, I guess; some were scary, some were heart breaking, some made you cry and some made you laugh until tears rolled from your eyes. All were exceptional to me and I carry them still, in my heart.

I had a relative who was extremely religious before the war and you couldn’t drag him into a church, any church, when he came home.  And I had relatives who could curse a blue streak at a moment’s notice if provoked who came back demanding that no one say a curse word in front of him.

I had relatives who would give you the shirt off of their backs and I had one relative who would steal anything that wasn’t tied down when he visited.

I had relatives who served in every branch of the service; on a Navy Cruiser, on a Sub-Chaser out of San Diego (my Dad), My favorite uncle was in the Marine corp and landed on two Pacific islands. They found him sitting in a bomb crater talking to his friend. His friend was sitting beside him, but his head was missing.

As I said, these relatives of mine were working class people who had seen and shared things most of us cannot imagine, and I grew up surrounded by them, and listening to them. And all of these war hardened men and women were just trying to get or hold a job, raise a family and pretend they didn’t know what they knew; hadn’t seen what they had seen, hadn’t done what they had done.

That’s where I grew up; with these relatives of mine.

But Sundays? Mom cooked on Sunday. She always got up early, cooked most of the food and then she went to church; often dragging myself and my siblings along with her. Yeah, I was raised going to church; every Sunday morning and sometimes on Sunday evening and even on Wednesdays.

There were no gourmet dishes on Mom’s table, it was always simple fare.

By 1:00pm every sunday, there would always be; fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, sliced tomatoes on a bed of lettuce and canned biscuits; along with fresh milk, Buttermilk )(dad’s favorite) and sweet tea for everyone else. The meal was always the same and if anyone was visiting at that time of the day they were always welcome to eat with us. Always!

But I grew up! I didn’t watch it happen, it just did. I got taller, I graduated High School and i went into the Navy myself. There was no master plan, I did what my dad did and I went away for a few years. i was assigned to an aircraft carrier and i traveled the world, chasing women of every color, fighting and gambling with men of many different nationalities, and I stared at so many of mankind’s monuments to itself. I didn’t know ti was happening, but I grew up over those years.

The strange and to me sad thing that happened though was that all of my relatives grew older. They had jobs when I left home and when I came back, they had careers. Overall, I can say that they had fought their demons and came out victorious, for the most part. And their perspective of me? I was no longer the kid who would sit for hours and listen to them tell their war stories; I was now a grown man who it seemed at time were embarrassed to tell a story to. They ahd built their own walls and the lived behind them in safety.

Anyway, these are just a couple of my best memories of a few of my relatives. They were strong honest people who always treated me as if there was something special about me and I’ll always be grateful to them for that.

Now, after almost three-quarters of a century, living my life, with my wife by my side, these great and unique people are all gone. All I have left of these great relatives of mine are my; funny, insane, loving, hateful, crazy, sad, wonderful memories.

By Don Bobbitt

 

 

 

Blood Pressure versus Coffee

I have high Blood Pressure!

It’s just a fact of life for me I guess, considering I have been on Beta-Blockers for over three decades now.

My Reasoning;

Even if I were able to isolate myself from the growing number of idiots who dominate the news networks,

and even if the government lowered my taxes

and if we started making all of the freeloaders in our country get jobs and pay their own way,

I would still be one of those people with High Blood Pressure who loves to spout a good rant every now and then.

The Effects of the Pills;

So, after having my Butt chewed out by one of my Doctors back then; I got on board with them and I have dutifully taken my prescribed BP pills each day, over all of these years now,

And that’s OK, too. It seems my body wants to run at 80 miles per hour, but within a half an hour or so of taking these pills my body shifts down at least one gear and keeps me loping along at 55 miles per hour for the next 6-8 hours.

So I Cheat;

My Doctor rolls his eyes when i tell him this, but I cheat. In fact, I have cheated for all of those long years I have taken the Pills.

You see, every morning I drink Coffee. I mean I drink real coffee, not some chemically altered concoction that they call decaffeinated; and I Love It!

Sure, I know I’m not supposed to do things that will raise my blood pressure, but I’m addicted to my morning Coffee. And, I have found that if I take my required dosage of meds, and then drink my morning coffee, my brain can then absorb and react to what I see on the news, or the web, or in meetings with others and not just sit there with my chemically numbed brain lagging behind everyone else.

I know! I know! This  insane habit of mine is not a good one, but it works for me.

I take my meds to protect myself from the side effects of potential high blood pressure situations, and then once I am out and about, I have my morning Coffee. This combination of letting my meds kick in, but at the same time having a couple of Coffees seems to be working for me.

I do take my own BP readings every couple of days, and when I am visiting my Doctor, my BP readings  are always a little high but within the acceptable range for people my age. My Doctors  continually tell me that; “at your age, you need to be reasonable about how much Coffee you drink”, so I do try to manage my Coffee intake.

I’m down to only one pot of Coffee, each morning!

by Don Bobbitt, All Rights Reserved

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Why is it? Flowers and Palms


I was just wondering!

Why is it that;

When a flower dies, we cast it aside.

But when a Palm Frond dies we make a roof of it?

This is one of those things I often wonder about.

By Don Bobbitt, April, 2017

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Remember the Dreamsicle? Probable the best frozen concoction ever.

 

I had a Dreamsicle the other day.

And it was good.

You know what a Dreamsicle is of course, but what I’m talking about is the Dreamsicle of my youth.

When I was a kid, I would walk up to the local family store called Deb’s Place on many a hot summer afternoon and lay my dime on the big glass-top counter. .

The owner, Mister Trent, would stand on his side of the counter and he would look across the counter at me and ask. ‘OK Don what do you want for that shiny dime of yours today?” Mister Trent was always nice to me and sometimes, when I was getting some groceries for my Mom, he would hand me a free peppermint candy.

It was in the fifties ,and back then he owned what was probably the most frequented “grocery store” on Campbell Avenue in Lynchburg.

It was just another locally owned family run store in most people’s mind; but to us, the families living in the Fairview Heights section of town, it was our main source of food. You see, It was the nicest store nearby where we could  purchase those food essentials every family needs regularly. Back then, Lynchburg was a relatively small city, Fairview Heights was a small middle class neighborhood, and the giant supermarket chains were not pushing their way into our area.

Anyway, Mister trent was always nice to me, as I assume he was to the rest of the neighborhood; but to me, he was someone who “owned a business” and this impressed me and my young mind immensely. Don’t get me wrong, my Dad worked for the Railroad, which was a pretty good job back then, but Mister Trent owned his own business and that seemed amazing to me. .

Anyway, it’s a lifelong secret of mine, but, as far as Ice Cream treats go, I love the Dreamsicle.

I thought it was the closest a kid  could get to a “taste bud heaven”. It had that wonderful combination of Vanilla and Orange swirled together and frozen on a wooden stick and t was, as they say, “heavenly”.

In the Summer, I would  save some of my “errand cash” and walk the four blocks up to his store and go straight to the counter. After I pushed my dime across the counter to Mister Trent, I said; “I want a Dreamsicle”.

Of course, he already knew that’s what I would order; because honestly, it’s the only thing I would spend my money on in his store; it was always a hard ,frozen, Dreamsicle that pulled me up to the store.

Mister Trent would smile at me and then walk over to the big white chest-type freezer behind him and dig around in the bottom for a minute or so. And finally, seemingly an eternity later, he would stand up and turn to me holding my favorite sweet; a wonderful, ice cold, frozen concoction in his hand.

He would bend over the counter to me, lay the Dreamsicle down in front of me, take the dime up in his hand and smiling crookedly at me and ask me,  as if I was a  grown-up and not just one of the neighborhood kids; “Will there be anything else, Sir?”

Already tearing the paper wrapper off of my prize, I would answer him; “No, that will be all, thank you!” as I walked out of his store with my tasty prize in hand.

Yes, I remember Dreamsicles.

And sure, they were just a frozen combination of Vanilla and Orange flavors, but I would be smiling as I walked down the hot summer sidewalk trying my best to eat every drop of this delight, before it melted and ran down my hand; or, even worse, gave me a case of “brain Freeze”.

Yeah! Dreamsicles were good back then; wait, no, they were great. And, I was just an innocent young boy with something special in my life, for those few moments, on that day.

Eating my Dreamsicle.

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by Don Bobbitt, All Rights Reserved

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