Monday, December 31, 2007


New Years Resolutions

1. Quit cussing: Jennifer wants Jack to learn all the bad words from complete strangers.
2. Get up earlier: so I can steal the neighbor's paper.
3. Lose 10 pounds: it's on everyone list--just trying to get along.
4. Pull for Alabama football: why not? Seventy-five percent of New Years resolutions are broken anyway.
5. Don't buy any bicycles or tents: well at least not till it warms up some.
6. Throw out Scooter's rawhide bone: I keep finding that damn bone in my bed, then waking up at 3:00 AM worrying about fleas.
7. Start doing speed work: my goal is to keep up with Jack till he is three.
8. Wash my car: it'll be ready for the 2008 dirt change in October.
9. Make pancakes every Saturday and biscuits on Sunday: this trumps resolution number three above.
10. Drink plenty of brown water: rum and coke!
And last: Don't let Jack play in the street: Jennifer wants him to grow up learning cuss words from strangers.

Sunday, December 30, 2007



Big Daddy

The Angle Oak is a 1400 year old oak tree on Johns Island about 10 miles from Jennifer's house. This guys is about 8 feet wide at the trunk and the oldest oak tree in the world.

Saturday, December 29, 2007


The PCM is dissed

By Jennifer Wallace
He couldn't find his heart rate monitor, and he was tearing up the house looking for it.
"You're disorganized," I told him. He didn't contradict me. He kept tearing up the house, muttering to himself and throwing things around.
"And discombobulated," I added.
"Disrespected," he said, getting into the game.
"Disturbed," I said.
"Disappointed," he said triumphantly, and the games began.

If he were a lawyer, he would be disbarred.
During our discourse, I fell out of my chair laughing at "distinguished" and then again at "discreet." Anyone who knows the PCM, knows that he's dissheveled and disinclined to keep secrets. And I flat out disagreed with "disintoxicated." Disorderly maybe. . . For now, this post is dismissed.

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Friday, December 28, 2007


A bad rendez-vous at the Renaissance

I rode up to the Renaissance Hotel downtown to wish my friends who work there a Merry Christmas. Couldn't get unhooked from my clip-on pedal and fell over in front of half a dozen customers, a couple bell hops and the concierge. Man, was I embarrassed, lying there on the pavement with a bunch of folks scrambling around trying to help and all the junk from my bike basket scattered about. The worst embarrassment of all was when I had to use my belt to tie the damn badly bent bicycle basket back on the bitch-in bike [that's what they call alliteration]. For awhile after I thought the jar to my backside fixed my bum hip, but it was just an adrenaline rush that went away. More Motrin please.



That time of year

This is a picture of the West Ashley Greenway about 300 yards from Jennifer's house. It's an old rail road bed, 8 miles long and part of the East Coast trail system which eventually will go from Florida to Maine.
For most of the year it's just us regulars out there on the West Ashley Greenway. This time of year it starts to get busy with what I call Pre-New Year Resoluters--those getting a headstart on their New Years resolutions to get in shape and lose weight. Of course, they're like a bunch of fat migratory birds--here today, gone tomorrow and all will be back to normal in a few weeks.


Thursday, December 27, 2007


Cool stuff

Today I rowed in Wappoo Cut. I was watching some dolphin fishing about 30 feet from my boat when a half eaten fish floated to the surface. Then in a flash, a Bald Eagle swooped down and pick up the fish and flew off. I was left setting there with a big grin on my face. I've seen plenty of Ospreys here in the low country but this was my first Eagle.


Wednesday, December 26, 2007


38 YEARS AGO, May 1970: Auburn Alabama

My uncle Alex [Dr. HD Alexander] bought back some little kimonos from Japan, for my daughters Jennifer and Anne, when he attended Lions Club International as a representative from the US. The swing set in background was designed by a Georgia Tech engineer, hence impossible to put together without drilling a few extra holes and beating it with a sledge hammer. I made a living those days hauling firewood. Paid $12k for the little fix-it house where this was taken. Compaired to today, a new Chevrolet pickup was a deal at $1,800.00 but washing machines were expensive at about $200.00. I had been drinking beer for about 4-5 years so must have been about 12 years old when this picture was taken.


Tuesday, December 25, 2007


Jack asleep on the pedicab

Just another kid with his own chauffeur. Bet his limo gets
the best gas milage, and has the best looking driver?

I can't wait till February and the Wildlife Expo in downtown Charleston
which kicks off the pedicab season. It'll be good to get back in the
saddle and I can always use a few extra dollars. Big Money.

Monday, December 24, 2007


Merry Christmas


Sunday, December 23, 2007


New hair cut

Jack likes to play in Scooter's bed, which makes his mom nervous. I figure a little hair of the dog never hurt any of us. Which reminds me, we went for a walk yesterday and he came home with muddy pants and I explained to his mom,"You learn to cross the ditch by crossing the ditch."


Saturday, December 22, 2007


Lost and found

Found my camera, it was as they say; right where I put it. What really makes me want to chew pecan shells is that it was on my desk where I had looked 8 times before. I gotta get my brain to pick up the pace or maybe organize my desk. Trouble is I use the Uncle Bill filing system; throw it in a box, and after about a year and depending on how big the boxes is, it should be down in there about 6-8 inches.


Pic problems

I was rowing on Wappoo Cut the other day. When I stopped for a break, my boat drifted about 20 feet from a pelican perched on a pier piling, and I got some award winning shots. Trouble is that since that point in time I have NOT been able to find my camera. Those who know me can stop laughing now and go out and buy stock in Cannon.
Anyway, wanted you guys to see the pics so I stole this one off the World Wide Web. Now, Uncle Bill will make some rude remark about my poetic license extending to photos.


Wednesday, December 19, 2007


Would you believe [click on this picture, it's worth a look]

The container ship on the left as it passes Fort Sumner. Ships bigger than Federal Forts, who would have guessed?
I like to do favors for people and sometimes this means doing nothing. This morning Scooter pooped in the yard down the street and I was about to pick it up when I remembered the Llittle brat who lived there sold Jennifer some school candy and never delivered the goods even after being reminded. Who knows, maybe we'll get to see the little thief cleaning off her shoes.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


Garage cleaning

I took this picture of my bikes and boat while cleaning out the garage. You probably can't tell but there are seven bikes and a pedicab. Not shown is another bike hanging up inside the garage and one, that I just sold, in back of the car. I'm keeping this picture to remind myself to shot myself if I buy another bicycle. about a motor scooter.


Bridge over Copper River

Pay attention, this may get confusing: this is a picture of the Arthur Ravenel Bridge which crosses over the Copper River and some people including me call the Cooper River Bridge. I took this picture from the Ashley River while rowing near the Battery [where the first shots of the Civil War were fired]. In between the Cooper river and the Ashley River is the Charleston Peninsula. Arthur, a SC politician, has a son Thomas who was Secretary of State for SC before being charged in a cocaine deal. The joke around here is the bridge was named for Arthur and the white lane lines on the bridge is named for his son. Now, my Alabama friends can feel better knowing they're not the only ones with public servants who moonlight as crooks.

Monday, December 17, 2007


Heart rate monitor

I'm reading a book, Younger Next Year, which demands you use a heart rate monitor. Right, I've been at this exercise stuff for years now and don't need some machine to tell me when I'm working hard! WRONG....or so I found out after following their demands [maybe demand is a little strong].

I've been dogging it. Turns out that even though I'm doing a lot of exercise, probably at an intensity most people would characterize as hard, the monitor tells a different story. My long slow exercise routine is just that......Slow. Time to push the gas pedal. I feel better already.
This is a must read book that I've taken to heart. I'll be younger next year, will you?

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


Big shoes to fill

Couldn't find my shoes this morning until I ran into Jack in the kitchen, "Boy, you're a long way from size 14."

"Grandpa, I got things to do and places to


Tuesday, December 11, 2007


What can you say?

Took this pic on Wando River. There is a $3 million home that belongs to the flag. Wonder if the owners have Redneck tatooed on their forehead? Maybe their into Civil War reenactment [another thing I don't understand]. Why do people get so excited about a war that killed so many people and they didn't win?


Another workout

Jack goes along on some of my workouts to keep me company. The other day I took this picture of him lying down on the job.



Good friend

Anytime you see a boat coming with a gaggle of Pelican flying along behind you know there is a crabber at work. This guy just stopped, on the Folly River, to check a crab trap and his friends are watiting patiently for free food. Click on picture to make larger.

Thursday, December 06, 2007


If your not dealing with a little poop.....your dead

My new profession.......
Shit-A-Gator: A man [girls don't know poop] who, for a lot of money, comes to your multi-dog house determines which dog is pooping on the floor so you'll take the right one to the Korean restaurant.

What I've learn from walking our dogs:

A big log of poop is Scooter Poop.

A load of firewood poop is Lulu Poop.

A big steamer of poop is from the dog who got to ride to Taco Bell.


Tuesday, December 04, 2007


Will 1/2 cell do the job?

Scooter has been chewing on cheap plastic from China the kind with lead that kills brain function. The boy only has one brain cell, which we call Ping. Does this mean Ping is only a half-wit? Poor Ping........I may have to start throwing a half ball.

Monday, December 03, 2007


Cooking black or red beans:

1. Add a bag of beans to a pot and cover with water and let it set around at least over night. The best I ever made were forgotten on the stove top for a few days and were sprouting when I started to cook them.
2. Added a can of anchovies [okay you don't have to but you'll miss a great treat]. Also added about 1/3 cup Bragg Liquid Aminos [like soy sauce but less sodium], hand full of carrots, onion or any other fresh vegetable you need to use up, some herbs [about a hand full of what ever fresh you happen to have around such as basil, rosemary, oregano or parsley] some red pepper flakes [amount is up to you] and a tablespoon or so of chili powder.
3. Cook till tender.
Note: Don't get to hung up on amounts [probably best to start with less hot stuff as you can add more later] one of the idea's is to use up left over stuff like onions, peppers, herbs etc. Stay away from chicken, pork or beef flesh...... the Bragg's will do the job without this bad stuff.

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