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!



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



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.


by Don Bobbitt, All Rights Reserved


Riding a Diabetic High.

A Diabetic HIGH!

I am a Type-2 Diabetic and there are many of us going through our daily lives trying to control the vagaries if this insidious disease.

We’re right there , probably sitting in that cubicle beside you, trying to get through our day, as our pancreas/Liver/ whatever else swing through their daily jobs and swing my Insulin level (Blood Sugar) up and down, as they see fit.

You may think I’m just a strange co-worker; maybe I act grumpy for a while and then a few hours later, I’m leaning over your cubicle wall telling you a stupid joke, and then maybe an hour or so later you may walk by my cubicle and you notice I’m just staring out into space.

Well, guess what? I’m a Diabetic and these actions are common symptoms of being Diabetic.

Below is a short rant of mine that I wrote a few months ago after I heard a supposed friend talking about how crazy I acted at times.

So here’s a little Crazy Diabetics Story about Living with this disease.

There’s nothing like a Diabetes HIGH!

One minute I’m working away on a project on my computer,

and the next, I realize that I’ve stopped writing

and I find that I’m staring out the window,


there’s nothing churning in the gray matter at all.

Then, realizing what my problem may be,

I make a quick check of my blood sugar

and there it is, a reading of

167 and that’s fifty points higher than my normal level!

I quickly stand up and walk somewhere, anywhere,

hoping to make my body react to the change in my actions

and function differently for me.

I need this change to occur so I that will not be forced to eat a snack,

just to kick my organs into action as it processes the food..

I’m experienced at this, you see,, and I know that,

for the moment and until something changes;

All I can do is ride the High like it’s a Wild Horse until it drops.

DON, 2019

Man in a Box – 1 – Just an Old Man who doesn’t fit any mold.

MAN in a BOX – 1 – Commentary from an aged perspective.

First of all, let me say this; I am not a Conservative, nor am I a Liberal, and I damned well have not committed to any political party …. so far!

But each day, as I drink my morning Coffee and watch the news channels, I am finding myself wanting to occasionally express my opinions on some the things that I see happening in this great nation of ours.

When you see my tattered flag at the header of one of my commentaries then please read it, or  Not!

It really is your choice, but perhaps you could at least glance at what I have to say. You just might agree with some of my opinions and maybe, just maybe you may even see an opinion that you don’t agree with, but at the same time you just may understand a different perspective.


I selected the picture you see because I can relate to this tattered old flag.  I can definitely relate to it’s condition in that I too have been around for a while, almost three-quarters of a century of voting and watching the state of our nation as it changes.

You see, I too am a little tattered around the edges but I am a survivor with many experiences and scars of my own.

So, I ask you to Follow Me, and maybe even Comment back to me with your own perspective on what I write.

by Don Bobbitt, August, 10, 2018

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Content with the NOW!

I was  reading something this morning that struck me a meaningful; and as I worked on a manuscript through the day my mind kept coming back to it. Finally, after mulling it over for a few hours, I thought I should share my feelings here.
Like so many people I know and have known over my life, I was once an avid “JOINER”; you know; Clubs, teams, social groups, etcetera.
But these days I have a developed a much better perspective on how to spend my time on this planet.
I don’t chase after people anymore. If they really want to see me then they will find me.
If they really want to meet, sit and stare at a Sunset, or just walk along a wooded path, with me tagging along, I will certainly go.
f they I am someone who they want to sit with, whether over a Coffee or a Beer, and talk over something that they feel a need to discuss with someone, I will provide a willing ear.
If they just want to get something that has been torturing their mind or soul, off of their chest; again, I will hold their hand and listen.
And if they just want my opinion? Well, if they really know me, then they already know that I have plenty of those!
You see, after spending so much of my life, racing after so many people and things, I find I am now content with who and what I am.
It took a lot of time and much heart-rending thought, over what I felt were the many dark periods of my life, for me to reach this point.
But finally, I am content with the bad things and the good things that I have done and thought, over my years as well as with what has been done to me by others.
Revenge and Malice lie as ashes at the feet of my contented mind!
Besides, I find that my wife’s company and the company of the few people who we do see and talk with, all keep me wonderfully entertained.
by Don Bobbitt, 2018

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Some Days You Just Don’t Give a Damn!

Some Days, You Just Don’t Give a Damn!

One of the first signs to me that I am in a bad mood is when I find myself staring through my TV screen or newspaper, and not at it.

You know what I mean, when you have the daily world news playing on the TV and you realize that even what the PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES has to say, at the moment, seems boring, in fact you realize it’s irritating you to just hear his voice.

You go to your kitchen and pour yourself a cup of Coffee, sit down in your favorite chair and pick up your local newspaper. But as you scan the front page, you think to yourself that the pictures and the headlines on the front page are drawing yawns from you, both physically and mentally. You throw the newspaper in your trash and think to yourself; has the whole damned world gone mad?

So you give up and grab your precious Smartphone to see what’s going on with your digital fiends. But, once you open your favorite social media app, you begin to think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, you need new digital friends, because at the moment these people really don’t seem to have a life at all.

The first conversations you see are on ridiculous subjects like;

1- Here’s my Granny’s recipe for biscuits, or

2- Today is my Dog, Tippy’s second birthday, or

3- Here’s a picture of my second cousin, Susan’s sister-in-law, Betty’s newborn baby,

ad nauseam!

I frowned to myself thinking; I know how to make a biscuit, that dog Tippy is just plain ugly and shouldn’t be seen in public, and finally, I don’t know Susan, much less her sister-in-law.

Frustrated, I put my Smartphone down and that’s when it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, I’m my own problem, and my problem is that I’m just having a bad day.

You know what I’m taking about; when you’re having one of those days that you really don’t give a damn, about pretty much anything?

So, accepting that it was going to be such a day for me, I poured myself another cup of Coffee, and decided that; if I’m going to have a “I don’t Give a Damn” day, I should protect the rest of humanity from my sour attitude and maybe just prop up my feet and read a book?

“Because, honestly, I just don’t give a Damn, today!”

By Don Bobbitt, March, 2018

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Sure, It’s COLD up NORTH, but ……

Cold means something different to a Floridian.
OK, don’t get mad …… yet. You haven’t even read my opening sentence!

Let me explain.

I now live in Florida, south of Tampa and in a normal Winter, we just don’t get cold.

Not Cold like it was in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia where I grew up and spent the first thirty or so years of my life.

And we don’t get anywhere like the Cold weather you people in the northern states have to suffer through.

To us, our winter consists of sporadic spurts of uncomfortable weather that is driven down to us by strange happenings with cold fronts and such other winter weather things that you people who live “up there” know more about that us Floridians.

If you noticed, I said “uncomfortable” weather. To us, uncomfortable means we had to play golf with a pull-over on instead of just in a golf shirt.

Uncomfortable means rooting through your closet for a pair of long pants to wear that day instead of the year-round wardrobe of shorts.

Uncomfortable is putting the convertibles top UP for the trip to the supermarket.

Uncomfortable means wearing a pair of shoes and socks instead of your favorite flip-flops.

Hopefully you get the point. We Floridians are just not exposed to such horrendous weather as you people UP there accept as the winter norm.

Winter is tough on pretty much everyone.
No, Really! Some Winters are hard on everyone in the country depending on Mother Nature. And honestly, we Floridians aren’t so isolated that we don’t see how hard the weather has been on other people.

We might be Southerners, but we also have TV, just like you people who live up North. We watch the same “news-less” news shows that you do.

And we get just as bored as you do when they spend hours showing the same news people standing in front of enormous snow banks explaining to us all, for the umpteenth time, how much snow has fallen on some in the far reaches of the North.

And, when we go to our favorite Tiki Bar, we have the same conversations as you do. You will hear such things as;

  • Damn, I need to go on a diet. I haven’t had these jeans on for three years and I could barely button them.
  • Did you notice the traffic on I-75? It looks like a parade cars with license plates from up North. I hear you can’t find an empty hotel room anywhere around here.

No offense to Canadians but I don’t think I’ve ever heard so much French being spoken around me wherever I go. I mean really, after a few days of hearing so much French being spoken, you wonder “is there anyone left in Canada to take care of things?”

I even hear that all of the cheap Airlines are losing their Butts. Every plane coming down is packed, and no one is flying back. Once they get here, they end up flying back with partial loads.

The other night, in my favorite Tiki Bar, someone even told me that if this keeps up the whole state of Florida could be put on rationing for Vodka and Tequila.

The SnowBirds are drinking so much of the stuff that the Distilleries are having trouble keeping up with demand.

Anyway, the funny rumors you hear down here go on and on, just because of the weather we see repeatedly blasting the Northern reaches of the continent.

But, you should all look at the positive side of being Snowed in.

Really. There is an old adage that says something pithy about taking the bad and making something good from it.

You know, try to be positive and maintain a good attitude, and all of that. You know, let’s make lemonade from all of these lemons thrown at us.

So ….. just to help those SnowBirds who went glassy-eyed over the continually sorry weather here are a few things you can do to improve your mood.

  • Having your car, sitting at the curb, covered with several feet of Snow is admittedly bad. But, look at the positive side. You haven’t had to buy gas for over a week now.
  • Having the roof of your house covered with a foot of Snow is bad when ever it starts to melt. But, right now it provides an extra layer of insulation for your whole house and eases the load on your furnace slightly.
  • Spending several hours a day shoveling the new snow in your driveway and on your sidewalk is bad. But, look at the Calories you have burned doing this instead of sitting in front of your TV for endless hours.
  • Not being able to get to work is Bad. But, the Boss can’t get to work either so you just need to took at the time off as a surprise unpaid holiday.
  • It may be punishing for you to get out and walk your dog. But, your Dog can now Poop and Pee in less than ten seconds before he drags you back into the house. No more sniffing everything in sight, making you miss part of your favorite game.
  • It may not be easy to get out for more. But, you are now digging out cans and boxes of foods from your pantry that have been sitting there for months. And by now, you have become very creative in making meals from all of those strange packaged foods you never touched before.
  • And sure, you may have run out of Beer two days ago, and thats really bad. But, you have found enough tea bags for at least two more days. And your Liver probably needed a few days of rest.

These are just a few examples of things that might seem bad about the continually sever winter you are experiencing, but as I have shown, you should look at the positive side of each of these and other set backs Mother Nature has thrown at you this winter.

And, there is one more thing you can try.

All of the major North/South Interstate highways are typically kept clear throughout the Winter.

So, Get in your car and COME ON DOWN! It might be Winter down here, but it’s a Tropical Winter.

by Don Bobbitt, 2015

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A Kiss is just a Kiss – reflections from another generation.

A KISS is Just a KISS – thoughts from a Classic Movie during the horrors and inequities of Wartime

The Pains inflicted during WWII
In those years of the second World War, the world wasn’t just involved in a military conflict. Rather, I say it was involved in a war of ideals.

These were such lofty ideals as human freedoms; freedoms of speech, thought, religion and the freedom to live together as humans.

I ‘m not writing this forum to preach about the purity of the thoughts of people on either side of the conflict, nor am I attempting to define or or demean the children of either side for their personal feelings about the warriors of the time who died and survived.

No, I’ll not be preaching to you or at you. Instead, I just want you to listen to a simple song of those times.

It’s a song that reverberated so strongly with a generation of warriors, wives and families at the time that it became a classic everyone knew the words to.

Yet today, after all these years, it is nearly unknown to most of today’s generation of music lovers.

If you are still wondering about this song, I’m talking about, that’s understandable. The song was almost haphazardly stuck into the middle of a classic black-and-white movie called Casablanca.

The movie itself has, stood the tests of time as a classic example of what people, normal everyday people, had to do and give up, just to survive in those horrendous times of WWII.

You see, people were often arrested or even shot just because of an errant word spoken  in front of the wrong person.

People were imprisoned for what was simply a suspected slight to the wrong person.

People were placed in front of firing squads for having the wrong documents with them as they traveled around the world.

And yes, some people were placed in gas chambers just because of their ethnicity.

But I will not beat on this much wounded horse anymore. We all know that the atrocities were real and the pains suffered by so many people were beyond unbearable.

Just a Song in a Movie
War! Love! Spies! Exotic Countries! Intrigue! What else can you ask for in a movie, regardless of when it was made.

I just want you, my fellow human beings, to read the short collection of words and then hear them sung, oh so lightly then, and by some other artists, since then.

Words that reflect a worlds feelings that even they did not know were unique and special reflections; of a generation’s acceptance of horrors of their times, and their individual battles for their freedoms.

Words, sung with feeling and for effect, of course, in a classic movie scene.

The words of a simple piano player, sung in a raucous bar full of people in a strange land, that if you listen closely, and consider the dangers surrounding everyone in the scene, can tear at your heart strings.

If you just take the time to see, hear and feel their power.

Lyrics of a song of its time
Too often, songs with great lyrics can become famous and especially popular just because of the popularity of the writers or the singers, and their popularity at the time.

This classic song is more poetry than just a song.

It is more a pained reflection of a time of world wars, confusing futures and savage devastations.

Read them as the Poetry they are;

This day and age we’re living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.

Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein’s theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension

And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo
They still say, “I love you.”
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

© 1931 Warner Bros. Music Corporation, ASCAP

Read my article on this classic movie, Casablanca and how much the song meant to a whole generation, not so long ago!

by Don Bobbitt, 2014

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Sometimes you just need to press SHUFFLE!

I walked outside my RV earlier and stretched out in my chair.

I set my iPhone on the plastic table beside me and set it to run one of my playlists, specifically the one I call MY MUSIC -1.

I only have one MY MUSIC playlist so the list number itself is kind of dumb.

But, it is a very big list holding over 1400 different songs.

I know, that’s a little crazy and I should take the time to organize this personal mish-mash of songs by artists from the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s and, oh Hell, right up to today.

Sure I have several specialized playlists with a few hundred songs in each them, but they are all loaded with music of a very focused theme, such as; Jazz, Blues, Country, Rock, R&B, and on and on.

They’re good to listen to on occasion of course, but this big playlist of mine is my favorite.

You see, when I just want to relax, I can select My Music-1, press the SHUFFLE button and each song that comes up is very often a surprise for me.

Some are so old that I am surprised to hear one of those songs which I haven’t listened to, in years. And the great thing about using SHUFFLE, is that one song will often be followed by something I placed in my playlist just a few weeks or months ago.

That’s the great thing for me; just sitting outside, staring at a Palm Tree, or a passing car, or maybe just an interesting cloud floating by and not really thinking about the state of the world’s affairs or whatever silliness is going on in Washington, but just listening while enjoying the act of being.

You see, the music, My Music, makes my heart beat faster, my eyes see more clearly, and my mind flush itself of the stacked up worries about the world stored there.

So, I press SHUFFLE.

I get a new song, unlike the last song, one after the other, with no real rhyme or reason what the next selection will be and the list of selections is so large I am confident that each song will only be played for me once, on that day.

Try it for yourself, in life, or with your music, just press SHUFFLE occasionally!


Copyright, Don Bobbitt, December 12, 2017. All Rights Reserved.

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RamblingDon – It’s MY Turn to live MY Lifestyle

I have a few hundred articles on HubPages, which is a writer’s site designed for my fellow writers and I to exhibit our works.

Recently, I started a series of articles focused on my wife and my lifestyle of traveling in our RV.

I will also include our opinions and comments on not only the places we have seen, but on some of our fellow campers.

If the title looks interesting to you, click on the link below to read and, I hope, enjoy that specific article.

It’s MY Turn, MY RV, and MY Lifestyle


I hope you enjoy!

by Don Bobbitt, 2017

Things to Ponder today?

I am a Ponderer! OK, it may not be a real word, and even I know it’s will never make it as a popular vocation.

But, I’m a ponderer and I do ponder things. OFTEN!

Here is what happened to my Ponder List for today;

1- Watch the political news?    Decision? No, too phony and too depressing.

2- Read the newspaper? Decision? No, its just a dated version of what’s on the TV.

3- Write a Poem about the weather here in Florida to aggravate my northern friends? Decision? Hell NO, It’s actually COLD here today. 58F. Brrrrrrrrrr!

4- Take a walk? Decision? What the hell! It might be a little cool but I can just take it easy and burn off a few calories while I stare at the cloud formations. I love cloud formations!

Have a good Day, yourselves.


Things you think about in the KEYS on the last day of MAY

I’m just doing a little “free-association” writing here.

Here are some of the things you think about when you are living in the Florida Keys when you realize it’s the last day of May and Summer is really here;

This the first day of the Hurricane Season, so for some reason, whenever the news people say there is a storm coming, those horrific news photos of Hurricanes striking land pop into your mind.

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