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The Old Guy … Death Of A Dream …

Sign of the times. A rural small business caught up on hard times. Adair County, Kentucky.

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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #1 …

Under Construction … The Front of the New Russell County Library

Excerpt – Journal Entry May 2019: I had just experienced a catastrophic camera failure during a early morning shoot (2:30 am) I was reduced to using an antique backup Nikon D70 camera to attempt to finish the shoot.
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Somehow, I managed to get one workable long exposure night photograph. I was elated, and dared to pat myself on the back several times as I enjoyed a wide smile. I had been tested in a whirlwind of misfortune, aggravation, deprivation and electronic tomfoolery. Sitting in the car, I started the mechanical cousin of all electronics and let the cool air from the air conditioner vents softly touch my tortured and exhausted brow. Smiling again, I thought I hadn’t done that bad … the Old Guy had come through … It was at that top of the mountain moment I noticed that my trousers were unzipped. They had been unzipped all early morning long …


I sat there stunned much like a small critter struck over the head with a stick.

I don’t know what it is with zippers and Old Guys. I have over seventy years experience operating the simple mechanical devices. Up, down, up, down, back up again … pretty much straight forward. But still, they or it are found, to my amazement and ultimate horror, in the perpetually unzipped condition at the grocery store, gas station, doctor’s office and any other social gathering including church that come to mind.

Is this predicament an intrigual part of my, our Golden Years? It all reminds me of my long held fear of lying in my casket and someone exclaims for all in the room, and across the street to hear that my pants are unzipped.

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The Old Guy … Armchair Dinner …

Armchair Dinners I have when there are plenty of leftovers and I just don’t feel like cooking. For this dinner, I had Petite Red Potatoes that had been slowly boiled with a whole Sweet Onion. They were quartered, salt & peppered and then roasted in a small toaster oven. The potatoes were buttered when plated. The Onion was added to the roasting pan as a garnish for the crockpot cooked Pork Tenderloin. The Pork was cooked in luxurious brown gravy for eight hours.

The frozen green peas were put in a small skillet with butter. When the butter got up to temperature, I added the leftover rice and worked the mixture until the peas were done but not overdone. All in all, a very good dinner for relaxing, fending off the cats and watching the tube from the comfort of my favorite chair.


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The Old Guy … It’s Laundry Day …

It’s laundry day. Yep, wasn’t really ready for it, but sometimes it’s necessary. Thankfully, the weather is cooperating and everything could be dried outside by way of a rotating clothes line.

Outside drying would supposedly make the wet cotton type bedroom goods smell fresh and Spring clean. Just what every Old Guy widower wishes to achieve on a fine Spring day.

Today’s wash of bed linens, which to the uninformed, is quite a bit more of a chore than washing all the small normal stuff such as shirts, pants and towels and or including unmentionables. Sheets, and the likes are heavy items to carry around and not drop on the basement floor, steps or in the grass.
With the cats watching my every move from the back door, laundry day turned out pretty good. Even by my lonesome, I didn’t get hardly any grass clippings on the sheets, pillow covers or bedspread. And … nothing had to be re-washed. What made me smile was that I had twenty-four clothes pins and used only twenty-three.

ps. Later that evening I was stretched out on the couch and noticed bright flashes of light coming through the blinds accompanied with bold claps of thunder. The cats were nowhere in sight and when observing outside the front door … it was seriously raining to beat-the- band. It was then I realized I had forgotten to bring in the wash. Fortunately by the morning, all the green-yellow pine tree pollen was washed off the linens. Double rinse and double sun dried made it all smell so much better.

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The Old Guy … I Was Stunned …

Early in a fog filled last morning of the dead front yard tree. The object of contention was deemed dangerous and could fall without much provocation at any moment.
Dead branches start to fall. Earlier in the week, I went to fill my bird feeder with Black Oil Sunflower Seeds and just as I was about to pour in the seeds, the branch the feeder was attached to broke clean off the tree. It hit me on top of my head, then on the way to the ground knocked the seeds and feeder from my hands. Seeds were scattered everywhere. I was stunned from the force of the blow, but managed not to fall down though I did some peculiar things standing up (no description available). Fortunately, no one in the immediate area witnessed my distressing predicament and I made it back to the porch swing in short order.
Towards the end, large pieces of dead tree fell to the ground with a deep baritone thump. I remained in the porch swing observing, because my less than admirable history of avoiding thrown and especially falling objects should not frequently be tested and or envied.
Finishing up. I will now be able park in my driveway without fear of the tree and power lines falling and damaging my vehicle beyond repair. I will also no longer be at the mercy of the flock of birds that enjoy sitting on the power line after consuming numerous daily meals.
Game over … except without the tree there are no limbs to hang my bird feeders and suet cages. So … the birdbath is now my bird feeder and the small black mosquitoes that are one of my summer torments will have to find another favorite breading place.

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The Old Guy … Fond Memory …

In December a very large limb fell from a tree out front. At the time, I wasn’t physically able do anything with the obstruction, so I hung an old blue Christmas Tree bulb on a branch and considered it my unique Christmas Tree for 2018.
When I came home from my Christmas visiting, the limb was gone, from the kindness of my neighbor, and the blue Christmas Bulb was hanging from the Shepherds Hook beside the front porch. Over the following months of storms and strong winds, the bulb suffered, and remains to this day in a condition far short of its past glory. But the bulb remains a very fond memory of an Old Guy’s Christmas when a smile was needed and provided.

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The Old Guy … Oh No Grandpa …

Many years ago when I was young, impressionable, and pretty much innocent, I would sit in the front porch swing with my Grandpa and he would talk and ask questions of me.

Often my Grandpa would ask about if I had a girlfriend or similar questions akin, but lesser invasive, to what the old men sitting on the front porch bench of the general store would shout or ask when I walked in or out of the old store. I ran that embarrassing gauntlet many a day when wanting a moon pie and Nehi Orange drink after lunch. 

The one question that remains in my memory was my Grandpa asking if I ever looked through the key hole. It took a few seconds to realize what he was talking about. Yes, if the key wasn’t in a lock you could see into the next room. But why would anyone want to …  oh. In another few seconds, I blurted out “Oh no Grandpa, I wouldn’t do that”. My answer was quite forceful seeing how it was the truth and I repeated it several times. But, for probably the last time, I was young and dumber than a flat rock and didn’t fully realize the numerous implications of the question.  I well remember his answering laughter.

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