Uncle Gator's Kiawah Adventures

This morning as 6 sat back in his easy chair, with a hot cup of coffee, gazing out the window of his office, he began to think about Thanksgiving back in the day.   It was a simple time, 6 did not wake up Thanksgiving morn, roll over in his bed, reach for the remote turn on the 60 inch LED TV, with cell phone in one hand and iPad in the other, and let himself be entertained with useless dribble from the electronic world. No he woke up to the fragrant orders of the season, fresh turkey roasting in the stove, homemade pecan rolls, bacon and eggs, and a big tall glass of milk!   Sometimes you really wonder if we really have made progress.   6 is going to give a little history lesson of how the dinner was prepared when 6 was a lad vs. now when he is a grumpy old man. Take the turkey: today we go to the grocery store, buy $25 dollars worth of stuff and get a turkey for $.99 lb. this could be done weeks before the big day, because what you get is a 25 lb   free rang...

The other day, the gas light came on in the corolla, darn I needed to go to WAWA and spend $20 dollars to fill er up. The good thing is that $20 will last me a couple of weeks. By the way, the truckster still has half a tank from vacation, so 8 when you come down for turkey day, I need some gas, if we plan on going to the annual Christmas tree lighting in Lennytown. 6 went to WAWA, and in front of me was a nice lady, standing there looking at the pump, here we go, she has no money and needs some gas! My ride is a corolla, and she in a Acura, nope she did not do that, she left the pump, and walked around her car and then returned to the pump and looked at it again, this happened three or four times. Now she really had my attention, then she got in the passenger side and pulled out the owner’s manual, and then put it back, and walked around the car one more time. As you could imagine, 6’s car was full of gas by now, but 6 could not help but watch he had seen this before, what the ...

“Oh Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes- Benz”. For the more mature readers you all know what 6 is talking about, and for the young not necessarily at heart look it up. One Friday night not so long ago, 6 was lounging on the deck of his abode, a glass of Rex in one hand,   a stoogie in the other, listening Janice on the Bose speakers, just reflecting on the opening ceremonies of the 2014 Kiawah vacation.   The recollection began in the condo,   it was time to make the annual pilgrimage to the local house of worship, seven of us crammed in the truckster, and off we went.   Upon our arrival we orderly exited the car as OA closed the back door of the vehicle leaving of course 7, helpless, left at the altar, high and dry, beached.   It was then when 6 realized he had left the beach camera back at the abode on the kitchen table. How depressing, for it was a classic 7, as he was confined in the back-back seat, arms up in the air with a look of wonderment on his ...