Reconnecting with the Past: My Beloved 1967 Smith Corona Galaxie Deluxe Typewriter

Classic Smith Corona Galaxie Deluxe Typewriter

Last year, while working on parts of my book, I decided to buy a manual typewriter, hoping it would help me slow down and put more thought into my writing. I purchased a brand-new Epoch manual typewriter by Royal, excited because Royal is such a well-established brand. However, I quickly discovered that modern typewriters lack the vibe and craftsmanship of the old classics.

"Royal" Epoch Manual Typewriter

Apparently, Royal, or the company using its name, sources their typewriters from the same factory as other brands available today. So, when you see new Royal Epoch, Royal Classic, The Oliver, We Are Memory Keepers, and so on, they are all essentially the same, just with different paint and branding. Unlike the old cast metal, the slugs are now made of plastic, glued unevenly to the type bars. The appearance of the typed text gives off a vibe reminiscent of the ransom notes you see on TV.

The keys are also quite hard on the fingers, with edges that are a bit sharp, so you have to type slowly and carefully. Realizing I couldn't use it long-term, I started looking for secondhand machines like the ones I remember from my childhood. There's something about those vintage typewriters that the new ones just can't replicate.

"I had the joy of purchasing a 1967-ish Smith Corona Galaxie Deluxe typewriter from Classic Typewriter Co. This particular model holds a special place in my heart as it’s the same typewriter my parents owned, and it's where I first learned how to type as a kid. Seeing this vintage machine again was like reconnecting with an old friend. The sleek 1960's design, the sound of the keys clacking, and the manual return carriage bring back so many memories of my childhood, sitting at the kitchen table and later our typing desk, converted from an old Zenith Console Television, typing away on my parents' typewriter. My parents had bought the typewriter to use for their home care and landscaping business during the 1970's and early 1980's. Both my sister and I loved sitting at it, just clacking away, not realizing we were training ourselves for something that would become a part of everyday life—a computer keyboard. My typing skills excelled from a young age; in fact, my 8th-grade "business" class teacher accused me of cheating on my computer typing test before moving me to an electric typewriter with similar results. Back in the late 80's, even kids with home computers couldn't keep up with me, probably because manual typewriters do require a bit more muscle to type on.

The Smith Corona Galaxie Deluxe is a testament to the craftsmanship of the past. Its robust build and reliable performance make it a cherished piece of history. I spent countless hours typing on it, practicing on letters, a few of my parents' business documents and essays, and even writing my first short stories. It’s incredible how such a simple machine can ignite a lifelong love for writing. The tactile experience of using a typewriter is something digital keyboards can’t replicate—the deliberate press of each key, the satisfying ding at the end of a line, and the rhythmic movement of the carriage returning.

Adding this typewriter to my home has not only been a nostalgic trip down memory lane but has also inspired me to incorporate more typewritten elements into my creative projects. Quite a bit of my book as well as some of the entries on my blog started out on one of my two typewriters. There’s something uniquely charming about typewritten text that adds a personal touch to letters and notes. Whether I’m using it for journaling, creating art, or just enjoying the simple pleasure of typing, my 1967 Smith Corona Galaxie Deluxe is my favorite of the two I own and a treasured companion that connects me to my past and fuels my passion for writing.

Megan Starr-Levitt's Beautiful Broadway: An Intimate Vocal Masterpiece

I first encountered Megan Starr-Levitt as an understudy in the Broadway production of Phantom, but she truly shone when she covered the role of Christine. Her performance was mesmerizing. When I saw that Megan had released a CD, I couldn't wait to get my hands on it.

Beautiful Broadway features ten tracks, including beloved classics like "How Could I Even Know" from The Secret Garden, "Moonfall" from Drood, and "Think of Me" from Phantom. Megan's voice is stunning and crystal clear, and her renditions of these songs are simply captivating.

Megan Starr-Levitt as Christine

While the album is a simpler production, with Megan’s voice backed by a single piano, it allows her vocals to take center stage. This raw, intimate setup beautifully showcases her talent. Her rendition of "Think of Me" is a standout and is a permanent fixture on my playlist.

I highly recommend this CD to fans of Megan, classic Broadway, and those who appreciate the purity of piano and voice arrangements. Though it's a little hard to find, it's worth searching for as Megan’s voice is colorful and beautiful, making this album a delightful addition to any collection.

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Navigating Pain Management: Upcoming Lumbar Ablation Procedures

As the holiday season approaches, I find myself preparing for two more lumbar ablation procedures with Dr. Pines. On November 25, I'll be addressing the left side in three places, followed by the right side on December 19, also in three places. These procedures mirror the ones I had earlier this year in January and February, which brought significant relief from the back pain that often limited my home and activities.

Lumbar ablation, also known as radiofrequency ablation, is a minimally invasive procedure where heat generated by radio waves is used to target and deactivate specific nerves in the lumbar spine. This process interrupts the pain signals sent to the brain, providing significant and often long-lasting relief from chronic back pain. The procedure involves inserting needles to deliver the radiofrequency energy. While you remain awake and receive only minimal anesthesia, the experience is not particularly painful. It's mostly uncomfortable and can be likened to pinches and bee stings. In fact, wisdom tooth extraction is typically more painful.

Reflecting on the past year, I realize just how much these procedures have improved my quality of life. The relief from chronic pain has allowed me to engage in activities, from simple household chores to more enjoyable hobbies and outings. It's incredible how a targeted medical intervention can make such a difference in daily living.

Interestingly, Terry will also be undergoing lumbar ablation in December, but with a different doctor. It's comforting to know we're both taking steps toward better health and pain management, even if our paths diverge slightly in terms of medical providers. We're supporting each other through these experiences.

As we gear up for these upcoming appointments, there's a mix of anticipation and gratitude. The journey through pain management isn't always easy, but having experienced the benefits earlier this year, I'm optimistic about the future. Here's to hoping these next procedures will be just as effective, allowing us both to continue enjoying life with less pain and more freedom.

A Historical Look Back at Royal American Shows and My 1993 Louisiana State Fair Experience

Before his death in 1965, Carl J. Sedlmayr, often regarded as the king of the amusement industry, had built the largest carnival in the world. Sedlmayr's Royal American Shows proudly held the title of being the world's most beautiful show and the world's largest carnival midway. It was also the largest show to ever travel by train, boasting a massive convoy of 90 railroad cars during its heyday. This enormous train had to be split into two separate sections for transport. The first section contained 37 flat cars, two stock cars for equipment storage, one pie car for employees to eat and socialize, and seven sleeper cars. The second section included 20 flat cars, two concession supply cars, two private coach cars, one dining car, and 17 sleeper cars.

Royal American's success was partly due to its strong route, primarily playing state fairs in the United States and large regional expositions in Canada. Growing up in Mobile and Pensacola during the seventies and eighties, I remember visiting midways like Century 21, Goodings Million Dollar Midways, and Conklin but never experienced Royal American Shows as they had lost the contract with the Pensacola Interstate Fair to Goodings years before I attended. Royal American was known for its spectacular and massive midways, and anyone who witnessed it in its glory was truly fortunate. The entire show traveled by train until 1982, when the railroads' expenses forced Royal American to switch to trucks. Brightly painted equipment, including the show train and trailers, showcased Sedlmayr's circus-style flair.

Royal American Show's spectacular midway

In 1983, Royal American began traveling by truck, converting all rides to over-the-road status. During their Shreveport dates, they had the Space Wheels and Rod Link's Skywheel set up simultaneously, a sight to behold! In 1993, I visited the Royal American midway in Shreveport. Though not as large as before, it remained one of the most impressive carnivals I've seen. Their classic Rock-O-Plane ride still looked great and attracted many visitors. This was the 60th year for Royal American at the Louisiana State Fair, but sadly, it was their last for a while as they lost the contract to Bill Dillard Shows. They replaced the Shreveport date with the Greater Baton Rouge State Fair.

From what I recall, Royal American had the following show-owned rides on the midway in 1993: 36' Chance Merry-go-Round, 90' Majestic Scooter, Rock-O-Plane, Winky the Whale, Round-Up, Scrambler, four Hamptons, Dumbo Ride, Yo-Yo, Crazy Dance (the one from Problem Child 2), Hi-Roller, Go-Gator, SkyDiver, Gravitron, Spider, Swinger, Koncord Kastle, Kiddie Scrambler, Cycle Jump, Little Eli, Tilt-A-Whirl, and Four by Four. They also had several rides booked-on from other shows. Unfortunately, I never got to see Royal American after they closed for good in 1997, and their assets were auctioned off in 1999.

Saturday GLOWcase: Cheyenne Cher: The Empowering Indian Princess and Cheerleader of GLOW Seasons 3 & 4

Continuing with Native American Heritage Month, this weeks Saturday GLOWcase features the Indian Princess of Season 3 and 4 of GLOW, Cheyenne Cher.

In the colorful and over-the-top world of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW), Cheyenne Cher, played by the talented Dee Walker, made her debut as the new Indian Princess after Little Feather left the show before season 3 began. Cheyenne Cher brought a blend of speed, agility, and cultural pride to the ring, captivating audiences with her powerful performances and charismatic personality.

Much like Little Feather, Cheyenne Cher's character was based on a stereotypical symbol of Native Americans. While it could be considered a caricature, Cheyenne Cher continued to serve as a symbol of empowerment and representation for Native American women. Her storylines often highlighted themes of resilience and determination, with opponents referencing oppression and exploitation of her people. Despite this, her character was not as much of a "jobber" as Little Feather though her first televised match, she did get a beat down and a splash down from Big Bad Mama.

In addition to her portrayal as the replacement Indian Princess, Cheyenne Cher became one half of the cheerleader tag team duo during seasons 3 and 4, teaming up with Vicky Victory after Debbie Debutante left the show. This dynamic duo brought new energy to the ring, combining athleticism with the spirit of cheerleading. Cheyenne Cher was the stronger of the two, allowing the cheerleaders to hold their own as a tag team, much to the delight of fans.

During the season 3 finale, Cheyenne Cher "won" the GLOW crown due to interference from Roxy Astor in a match with Godiva, and somehow, she held the title throughout season 4 until Daisy defeated her during the series finale. The legacy of Cheyenne Cher continues to be celebrated by GLOW fans, reminding us of the power of representation and the impact of strong, diverse characters in media. Cheyenne Cher will always be remembered as a character who brought pride and strength to the ring, leaving a lasting legacy for future generations of GLOW fans.

A Fairy Tale Running with Scissors: Revisiting "Edward Scissorhands"

Edward Scissorhands Poster

Before I ever watched "Edward Scissorhands," a classmate named AJ tried to explain it during our homeroom class. Honestly, I thought he was making it all up—it just sounded too outlandish. But when I finally saw the movie, I had to admit that AJ was spot on. He said that anyone who watches it would fall in love with it, and for me, that couldn't be more true.

Tim Burton's "Edward Scissorhands," released in 1990, is a whimsical and poignant tale that mixes fantasy, romance, and a touch of social commentary. The film follows Edward, a gentle soul with scissors for hands, played brilliantly by Johnny Depp. With his wild hair, pale complexion, and eccentric look, Edward is quintessentially a Burton creation, combining the tragic and fantastical. He's like a modern-day Frankenstein, trying to find his place in a world that both embraces and fears his differences.

Back in the 90s, society was slowly starting to accept quirky and unconventional characters, and Edward fit right into this emerging trend. Despite his unusual appearance and the initial fear he inspires, Edward carves out a niche for himself by using his scissor hands to beautify his surroundings. He transforms into a talented hairdresser and landscaper, turning the mundane into the extraordinary with his creative flair. This blend of horror and heart is what makes "Edward Scissorhands" such a unique and beloved film.

The relationship between Edward and Kim (Winona Ryder) adds a deep layer of romance and emotion to the story. Their love is tender and genuine but also tinged with the sadness of knowing they can never truly be together. Tim Burton’s gothic style and fairy tale elements create a visual and emotional masterpiece that captures the audience's imagination and empathy. While the film doesn't end on a completely happy note—Edward and Kim don’t end up together (and honestly, who could sleep next to someone with scissors for hands?!)—it still offers a more hopeful outlook compared to the original Frankenstein story, where both the monster and his creator meet tragic ends.

Though "Edward Scissorhands" isn't strictly a Christmas movie, many, including myself, feel it fits perfectly within the winter/holiday genre. There's something about its whimsical, snow-covered scenes and the heartwarming story that feels just right for the season.

"Edward Scissorhands" is a beautiful exploration of acceptance and the power of creativity. It shows how society has become more open to embracing oddities and celebrates the uniqueness of individuals. Whether you’re a fan of Tim Burton’s distinctive style or simply love a good fairy tale with a twist, this film is a must-watch. It’s a timeless reminder that our differences can be our greatest strengths.

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Thanksgiving Memories: A Look Back at My Childhood Celebrations

With Thanksgiving just two weeks away, I find myself reflecting on the holiday traditions of my childhood. This year has been a whirlwind of medical appointments for both Terry and me, along with work and the usual hustle of life. Amidst all this chaos, I’m incredibly grateful for the much-needed vacation we took back in March. Cruising from Miami to the Dominican Republic, St. Thomas, Tortola, and the Bahamas was fantastic, even though we came back with COVID-19. But today’s post isn’t about this year; it’s about the Thanksgivings of my childhood.

My mom always had the best intentions in the kitchen, even though she wasn’t the best cook. She did excel in certain areas, and she always tried to make Easter, Christmas, and Thanksgiving special for our family. This sometimes included our extended family, mainly my Aunt Beverly and Uncle Gene. Mama loved turkey, but she never quite mastered cooking it; it was never undercooked, just dry. Despite using the instructions on the label, the turkey always came out that way. When I started cooking, I managed to get it right the first time. My dad was amazed, noting that after 20 years, my mom couldn’t perfect it, but there I was, nailing it on my first try. I spent a lot of time at the library in Milton, Florida, reading old cookbooks from the 1950s and 1960s. These books had plenty of tips and recipes, especially for making a whole turkey, which families cooked year-round back then. One essential tip that turkey labels should include is to pour a generous amount of chicken or vegetable broth into the pan to keep the turkey moist from the start.

Mama mainly stuck with ham for Christmas and Easter, but she knew my dad and I loved turkey, so she felt obligated to make one at least for Thanksgiving. I’ve always preferred turkey over ham, even if it’s dry. But I do enjoy ham too.

The week before Thanksgiving, Mama would already have done all the grocery shopping. She made the cornbread for her dressing a few days in advance and started baking sweets the night before. Pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and sweet potato pie were her specialties. Her sweet potato pie used the same ingredients as the pumpkin pie, except she substituted sweet potatoes for canned pumpkin. Both were amazing. Mama also made divinity, fudge, and a fruit salad with fresh and canned fruit. Her fudge was delicious, old-fashioned fudge, but she loaded it with pecans, which I hated. I was never a fan of nuts due to their texture. I loved her divinity too, but it was also filled with pecans. I learned to suck on a piece until it melted in my mouth and then spit out the nuts. My dad hated when I did that and would slap me on the back of my head, but it worked for me.

Thanksgiving morning, I’d wake up to the smell of coffee brewing. I loved coffee back then, but my parents didn’t allow my sister and me to drink it. Becki, my sister, recently told me our parents thought it was bad for us. I suspect they were worried we’d use up too much sugar and milk. I drink black coffee and always did when I snuck a cup, so they had nothing to worry about. I watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade while Mama worked in the kitchen, preparing turkey, cornbread stuffing (ingredients similar to those found in the Better Homes and Gardens and Paula Deen cookbooks), candied yams, green beans (never green bean casserole), mashed potatoes with giblet gravy and other fixings.

After the parade, Mama, Daddy, Becki, and I would sit at the kitchen table, stuffing ourselves with everything Mama cooked. We were always grateful for her ability to make everything but the turkey so amazing. After dinner, we’d shower, get ready, and head out to a Christmas tree farm to find the perfect tree. Return home and stuff ourselves again before decorating the tree before heading to bed.

In one of my upcoming blog entries, I'll be sharing all about our adventures at Christmas Tree Farms and our quest to find the perfect tree. Stay tuned!

Memories of the International House of Pancakes: A Family Tradition

The classic IHOP building

After Sunday church services, one of the go-to places for many families has been the iconic blue-roofed, A-framed International House of Pancakes (IHOP). The whole vibe of the place screams classic America, from the delicious array of flavored syrups (maple, boysenberry, strawberry, and blueberry) in those signature sticky-handled glass dispensers to a menu full of pancake variations that left you stumped on what to choose each time.

Terry and I absolutely love IHOP. From our days living in Buckhead to where we are now, grabbing dinner or breakfast at 1:00 a.m. has never been an issue thanks to IHOP. While I do have a soft spot for Waffle House, IHOP is the place where I know we'll always leave fully satisfied, especially when it comes to late-night eats. Terry's go-to used to be the Chicken Fried Chicken Sandwich Platter, but now he's all about the breakfast sampler. For me, it's usually an omelet—often the Colorado Omelette—though my all-time favorite was a seafood-stuffed omelet available for a short time back in the early 2000s. Don't judge me; it was amazing!

As a kid, breakfast spots weren't high on my parents' list of places to dine out, so the International House of Pancakes remained a bit of a mystery. Plus, at the time, I thought I hated pancakes, thanks to the bland, often burnt-on-one-side versions my mom and dad occasionally whipped up.

Discovering IHOP as an adult was like finding a breakfast haven I never knew I needed. The variety of delicious options, from fluffy pancakes to hearty omelets, made every visit a delightful adventure. Whether it's the bustling atmosphere or the friendly service, there's something uniquely comforting about IHOP that keeps us coming back.

IHOP has become a special part of our routine, a place where we can always count on a good meal and great memories. Whether we're enjoying a spontaneous late-night breakfast or a leisurely weekend brunch, IHOP never disappoints. It's a tradition that adds a little extra flavor to our lives, one pancake at a time.

IHOP has been serving smiles for over 60 years. It all started in 1958 in Toluca Lake, California, thanks to brothers Al Lapin Jr. and Jerry Lapin. Inspired by McDonald's success, they tested their pancake recipes in their mom's kitchen. When the first restaurant opened, it was a full-on family affair, with Al's wife working the cash register with their baby son in a bassinet under the counter. The restaurant quickly became a hit, and the brothers expanded the chain across the nation and into Canada, opening over 1,000 restaurants. The name officially changed to IHOP in 1976. Jerry left the company in 1966, moved his family to Australia, and returned to the U.S. in 1979. He passed away at age 92 in 2022. Al left IHOP in 1973, had a rollercoaster of a career, and loved seeing IHOPs as he traveled. He passed away in 2004 at the age of 76. 🧇🍓📖✨

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Denny's: Another classic American diner known for its grand slam breakfasts.

Cracker Barrel: A mix of Southern comfort food and old-school charm.

Waffle House: Famous for its waffles and 24/7 service.

Shoney's: Offering a delicious breakfast bar and family-friendly atmosphere.

"Jolene: The Timeless Brilliance of Dolly Parton"

The album "Jolene" by Dolly Parton is an absolute gem in the country music genre. Released in 1974, it features one of her most iconic songs, the title track "Jolene," which tells the poignant story of a woman pleading with another to not take away her man. This track alone showcases Dolly's incredible storytelling abilities and her knack for capturing deep emotions through her powerful vocals. The album as a whole is a testament to Dolly's versatility and her ability to blend traditional country sounds with a modern twist.

One of the standout tracks on the album, "I Will Always Love You," further solidifies Dolly's reputation as a phenomenal songwriter. This song, which later became a massive hit for Whitney Houston, highlights Dolly's raw emotion and sincerity. The simplicity of the arrangement allows her voice to take center stage, creating a heartfelt and timeless ballad. It's a song that resonates with anyone who has experienced love and loss.

Another noteworthy aspect of the album is its diverse range of musical styles. While it stays true to its country roots, songs like "Lonely Comin' Down" and "When Someone Wants to Leave" incorporate elements of folk and pop, adding depth and variety to the listening experience. Dolly's ability to experiment with different sounds while maintaining her signature style is a testament to her talent and creativity.

Overall, "Jolene" is a must-listen for any Dolly Parton fan or country music enthusiast. The album captures the essence of Dolly's artistry, from her impeccable songwriting to her emotive performances. It's a record that not only showcases her as a country icon but also as a versatile and innovative musician. Whether you're a longtime fan or new to her music, "Jolene" is sure to leave a lasting impression.

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No Car, No Problem

People often ask me how I manage without driving and whether it limits where I can go. Honestly, it doesn't bother me much. I get to where I need to go in various ways.

Growing up, my dad once told me that if I started driving, I'd kill someone. That stuck with me, and though I can technically drive, my anxiety levels go through the roof when I do. His voice in my head is enough to make me reach for a Valium. I’ve only driven a handful of times, mostly to help Terry get home from procedures. Most recently, pulling out of the hospital, someone almost hit us. I freaked, slammed on the brakes, and reversed quickly. It would have been their fault, but still, not cool for my mental state.

The first time I drove, though, I had no fear. It was the infamous ride to New York with Andrew Wilder in his not-so-legally-acquired vehicle. I was fine, but then again, that ride was on interstates with little traffic and fewer lane changes. It was also peppered with pit stops to satisfy certain urges. Growing up in small towns, driving was essential to get anywhere quickly. By the time I was old enough to drive, I didn't need to because I could catch rides with others.

1991 LeBaron Convertible, like the one I drove

When I moved to Atlanta and New York, I relied on public transportation. New York is way more pedestrian-friendly than Atlanta. It’s no sweat to walk from Times Square to the Village if you don’t want to take the train. The only challenge is watching out for drivers in NYC who don’t care about traffic lights. In Kentucky, I depended on my best friend Ernie to get around, though I could walk to the grocery store and my awful job. In Vegas, I bought rollerskates to navigate around. The only struggle was tourists who stopped short in front of you.

The trains go all over NYC & beyond

By 1997, I settled in Atlanta. Terry and I lived in the heart of the city, making it easy to walk or take the train. When he bought his first car in 1999, we became more mobile, though I preferred walking, biking, and public transit. We later moved to a less accessible area, and I started biking more. At one point, I had to rely on Terry to drive me to the airport to catch the train. Thankfully, MARTA expanded bus routes into our county, picking up right in front of our subdivision.

After years of walking to the bus stop and work, scooters began to pop up around town. Renting them for a while, I eventually bought my own—a Swagtron Swagger Elite 5. It was great for getting around without walking or biking, though the battery life wasn’t as advertised. One time, the battery died while I was training at Hobnob in Midtown. I learned my lesson: always have a plan to charge up. After breaking my arm on the scooter, I took a break from using it.

When I started working at the airport, I considered using the scooter to get to and from the bus. After figuring out the logistics and getting my manager's permission, I’ve used it ever since. It, along with my Swagtron SwagCycle Pro eBike, has been handy for quick trips to the gas station and Aldi, but never too far.

The farthest I go from my house on my own accord is Six Flags Over Georgia, thanks to MARTA having bus access to the park. Does it bother me not driving? Not at all. I don't worry about insurance, car repairs, or even gas.

A random chapter from my Book: October 1992 Navigating High School Drama in Pace 2.0

An AI rendering of one of my outfits though my hair was different.

I thought I would share a chapter from the original draft of my book. I hope you enjoy a peek into the story of my life 32 years ago which has progressively been written and rewritten over the years. This chapter is drawn from my favorite version of my book.

OCTOBER 1992

The month of October was pretty much a blur. I remember being excited to be back in Pace, but in hindsight, my excitement was clouded but I needed to heal from my encounter with Richard Rogers and I knew I needed to conceal my wound so no one would freak out. When I arrived at the Pensacola airport after a flight from La Guardia with a layover in Nashville, I was thrilled to see my mom, sister, and dad, even though my dad had only driven over from Mobile to stay a few minutes, just to make sure I got home safe. It was hot and my mock turtleneck t-shirt was causing me to sweat. One would have expected we go to a restaurant to catch up as a family but once we all said our hellos, I was in my mom's car on the way to her house.

Mama hadn't made any haste in getting my 11th-grade enrollment sorted out, despite me already missing over a month of school. I arrived in Pace on a Monday, and by the next Monday, with just the clothes I brought with me, a bunch of mock turtleneck shirts from the Gap, my friend Todd's blazer I wore when I met Tom a few nights before, Hugo Boss and Gap jeans and my black Nike Airs, I looked totally out of place, especially with my long hair that I pulled back from the sides into a tight ponytail, she dropped me off at Pace High School. Spending a week in mama's little cottage-style apartment, sleeping on her couch, wasn't at all a vacation or a good space to heal. By midweek, I was already bored. I looked forward to being the out-of-the-closet GBF to every girl in school and hoped to reconnect with some old tricks and friends, especially TK.

I was given a locker, but before I could get my class schedule, I had to meet a guidance counselor, one of the deans, the resource officer, and the principal, all at different times. In hindsight, I realize this was a scare tactic to make me leave. The dean, Miss Holland, basically told me to cut my hair, blend in, and butch it up. Ironically, she was more butch than most of the men on staff. The resource officer, Mike something, seemed more interested in a situation from the year before involving my best friend Charlie and a missing walkie-talkie than in helping me get back in the groove. I knew where the walkie was but snitches get stitches. The guidance counselor wasn't even my grade's counselor but knew me from previous years and was known for handling "problems" like pregnancies and drug addiction, often suggesting students quit Pace and get a GED over at Vo-Tech. It all seemed a set up but low key to what was to come.

Finally, I met with the principal, Frank Lay, who was known for his religious sermons disguised as motivational talks. While he spoke at me (not to me), I was more focused on the long nose hair that blended into his mustache. His talk was a recap of what I'd already heard but with less tact. He stuttered over the words "ho-ho-homo-homosexual behavior will not be tolerated," while I couldn't help but think about his own daughter who seemed like she may be batting for the same team in spite of her carrying around a huge designer purse.

By the end of the morning, I had my class schedule and realized I was back with some of the same teachers who tormented me during my previous years, including Coach Kent Smith. They also put me in Mrs. Parker's Chorus class, which I knew would be miserable since I hadn't been into choir since 5th grade. I was not an ensemble singer and I expected solos and maybe an orchestra to make this work. I spent most of the day bouncing around, showing up in random classes and avoiding Kent Smith's class by hiding in the restroom and also trying to clean up a bit of the fluid oozing from my neck so it didn't get on or show through my shirt.

I completely disregarded the administration's warnings about my behavior and what I couldn't talk about. When Matt Gaff tried to mock me in one of the few classes I did attend, insinuating I lied about my summer, I blurted out details of my adventures in Atlanta and NYC. I ended up being sent to cool down, in the office for attempting to stand up for myself but what the teacher pegged me with was the fact I was speaking of inappropriate and offensive subjects. It was my truth, I was not ashamed and I survived doing what I did. After getting stabbed by a random weirdo, a tongue lashing from low level high school coaches turned dean and principal seemed pointless to me. I didn't go to the office, I just walked out the door that was closest to the path leading to my mom's house and went home instead, stopping off at the corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes and a Mountain Dew then smoked all the way home. Over the course of the month, I attended school a total of three days, refusing to ride the bus I walked a mile and a half and clashed with everyone in the chorus class because they were either singing too loud, not at all or attempting to sing with fake vibrato. I also hated the music we were singing. I think Mrs. Parker was kind of happy that I didn't stick around because I was in total "diva" mode.

During the month, the only activity my family did to get me out of the house was attend the Pensacola Interstate Fair. After spending the previous months going to Six Flags Over Georgia, Six Flags Great Adventure, and Coney Island, a fair seemed like lowbrow entertainment but it was the first year the new carnival company, Reithoffer Shows, played the fair after the old carnival I grew up seeing at the fair lost their contract. My sister, brother-in-law, mom, dad and I had a blast but the moment we left the fair, we were all split up again and I was laying on my mom's couch, missing my life in New York. I wondered what the other hustlers, bartenders, tricks and my friends were up to and if anyone noticed I was gone.

Halloween made me realize it was time to leave. I missed the hustle and bustle of NYC, Broadway, my freedom, the money and the ability to easily score cocaine. My injury had healed enough to be mostly unnoticeable and my excitement about being back in Pace had faded so there was no sense in sticking around where I felt unwelcome. To the other kids in school, I was still the weird kid that no one took seriously, a freak. On Tuesday, November 3, 1992, the resource officer came to take me to school but I was not having it, he had no grounds to arrest me and his bully tactics were irrelevant. My bag was packed and I had already called a cab. With my return ticket in hand, I walked out of my mom's house and headed to the cab. I was prepared the night before and spent a half hour on the payphone in front of the Piggly Wiggly convincing American Airlines to reinstate my return ticket after using a sob story. With my mom's ATM card in hand, without her knowledge, I was on my way, back to New York City, rested, stronger and more determined to succeed on my own.

Saturday GLOWcase: The GLOWing Journey of Little Feather🪶🌵🌄🔥🌿🎶🐻🌲🏹

🪶🌵🌄🔥🌿🎶🐻🌲🏹LITTLE FEATHER🪶🌵🌄🔥🌿🎶🐻🌲🏹

Little Feather entering the ring

In the spirit of National Native American Heritage Month, I am dedicating this week's Saturday GLOWcase to the first "Indian Princess" of GLOW, Little Feather. Admittedly, each time a match was announced featuring any wrestler with "Little" in their name, I would cringe, knowing there would likely be a serious beatdown, as the smaller wrestlers were usually paired up with opponents twice their size. Despite the unfair size advantage, Little Feather always brought her A-game to the ring, showcasing her resilience and skill.

One memorable match was between Little Feather and Ninotchka. Little Feather seemed ready to fight, but Ninotchka, played by Lori Palmer, showed that her character was not as sadistic as everyone thought. Lori brought a lot of humanity to her "bad girl" persona, showing mercy upon Little Feather. This unexpected twist highlighted the complexity of both characters and added depth to the storyline. Little Feather played her character exceptionally well, and despite another "Indian Princess" coming along in seasons 3 and 4, Little Feather's spirit and legacy could not be recreated.

Little Feather's contributions to GLOW were significant, as she represented strength, resilience, and cultural pride. Her character was more than just a wrestler; she was a symbol of empowerment for many viewers. Celebrating her during National Native American Heritage Month is a fitting tribute to her legacy and the impact she made both in and out of the ring.

Just a few months before joining GLOW, she was a homeless teenager living on the streets of Las Vegas, escaping an abusive childhood. She reconnected with Debbie Debutante, with whom she had previously been on the same gymnastics team. During their encounter, Debbie mentioned she was part of a show that needed someone to portray a character called Little Egypt.

When she met with David and Matt, they proposed several ideas for her role. One suggestion was to be a tag team partner for Spanish Red, potentially named Little Red, which she would have enjoyed, particularly being new to professional wrestling. Having a partner would have been advantageous, especially since Spanish Red was such an iconic figure in the ring. Ultimately, they chose Little Feather for her, noting her resemblance to a Native American character as a logical fit given they already had a Hawaiian character.

She was one of the few wrestlers who performed without boots, resulting in a foot injury during practice before the last show of the first season. While executing a monkey toss with Spike, the Heavy Metal Sister, she overshot the landing, resulting in her body weight crushing her foot. Despite the pain, she borrowed boots from one of the Headhunters for the final match featuring Little Egypt and Little Fiji versus the Heavy Metal Sisters.

Following her time with GLOW, she moved to Los Angeles where she pursued stunt work and appeared in minor roles as an extra in various films and TV shows. Her favorite experience was appearing in the graveyard scene with Penguin in "Batman Returns." She also appeared in an indie film called "Sex Crimes" (not a XXX film!) where she participated in a bar fight scene with her younger sister, who stood nearly six feet tall and would have been perfect for GLOW had she been older.

At barely eighteen, she deeply appreciated the perks of living at the Riviera Hotel, especially after experiencing homelessness and starvation. The free buffet and bar tab were especially welcomed, even though she wasn't yet twenty-one. She fondly recalls those times, bringing friends to the hotel, ordering pizza to her room, and signing for drinks like a high roller.

One particularly cherished memory is how she began living at the hotel. She quickly bonded with Sally the Farmer's Daughter and Scarlett the Southern Belle, who invited her to stay in their room when she had just moved out of her apartment and had nowhere to go. Eventually, she was given a room with Palestina, turning their stay into an extended slumber party filled with pillow fights and endless fun. She recently shared that she loves alternative music and fondly recalled Hollywood taking her to her first heavy metal concert, AC/DC.

She expresses immense gratitude to the fans for their continued love and support for GLOW. The show brought together a group of young women chasing their dreams and building lifelong friendships. She's always moved by how GLOW has positively impacted many lives, providing role models and an escape. She is particularly touched by fans who weren't even born when GLOW aired but discovered it through YouTube. The appreciation from fans means the world to her, and she thanks them all for their unwavering support.

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Dancing in the Rain: The Magic of Singin' in the Rain

Singin' in the Rain poster

Remember when your mother used to tell you to come in out of the rain? She probably never realized how much joy Gene Kelly found by both dancing and singing in it. "Singin' in the Rain" is a feel-good classic that combines dance, song, and comedy to tell a delightful story that can make anyone smile, even the grumpiest folks.

The film features the dynamic trio of veterans Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor alongside the fresh-faced 19-year-old Debbie Reynolds. Their chemistry is undeniable and creates a magical atmosphere throughout the movie. Kelly, who co-directed the film with Stanley Donen, was a true professional – even dancing with a 103-degree fever for the iconic rain scene! His passion and dedication shine through in every step and smile.

"Singin' in the Rain" was produced by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM), one of Hollywood's most legendary studios, known for its lavish musicals. The movie's music, composed by Nacio Herb Brown and lyrics by Arthur Freed, features unforgettable tunes like "Good Morning" and "Make 'Em Laugh." The combination of catchy songs, amazing choreography, and hilarious moments makes this film a timeless classic.

For those who enjoyed "Singin' in the Rain," I recommend checking out other musicals like "An American in Paris," "West Side Story," "My Fair Lady," "The Sound of Music," and "Funny Face." These films also blend dance, music, and storytelling to create unforgettable cinematic experiences.

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Navigating the Healthcare Maze: My Current Doctor Visit

Today’s doctor visit was a testament to the complexity of healthcare, even when you’re grateful to have insurance. While it’s a blessing to have coverage, it would be even better if insurance could help cover travel expenses and lost wages too.

I’m currently dealing with a post-operative infection in my ear, despite the antibiotic ear drops prescribed by my doctor. This marks my eighth time undergoing the same procedure, but it's my first time with a T-tube insertion. I messaged the doctor and he mentioned that the infection might be resistant to the antibiotic, which could explain my ongoing symptoms after the procedure this past Thursday.

My frustration peaked when, instead of providing immediate advice to alleviate the pain, pressure, and leakage in my ear, the doctor promised to have someone reach out to schedule a lab culture. Two days later, no one had contacted me. I had to call the advice nurse myself and explain that my equilibrium was so off that walking in a straight line was nearly impossible. The pressure and pain were relentless, and neither Tylenol nor my 800mg Ibuprofen seemed to help.

Scheduling a follow-up appointment proved to be another hurdle. The nearest available slots were in Gwinnett and Kennesaw, both out of my reach transportation-wise. The location near my home is booked until December, which seems outrageous. Are we facing a doctor shortage, or are they just overbooked?

Ultimately, I accepted an early afternoon appointment in Sandy Springs. This means leaving work early, which is a challenge considering I've already exhausted my sick leave for the year. It's frustrating how getting older often means grappling with more health issues and the complications they bring.

Jerry Torre: The Marble Faun of Grey Gardens: A Journey through Life and Art Book Review

A few weeks ago, I posted an account of how I became aware of the film "Grey Gardens" and my recollection of how I realized I had met Jerry a few years after I met him. I recently had the pleasure of reconnected with Jerry Torre and acquired my very own autographed copy of his memoir, "The Marble Faun of Grey Gardens," a fascinating dive into his extraordinary life. Born and raised in Brooklyn, Torre's early years were anything but ordinary. Growing up, he had a difficult childhood filled with hardship and adversity. Despite these challenges, he managed to carve out a unique path for himself, leading to his unexpected journey to Grey Gardens.

Jerry's involvement with Grey Gardens began in the mid-1970s when he was just 16 years old. He stumbled upon the decaying mansion while working as a gardener in the Hamptons. There, he met the reclusive yet charismatic Edith Ewing Bouvier Beale ("Big Edie") and her daughter Edith Bouvier Beale ("Little Edie"), relatives of Jackie Kennedy Onassis. Jerry quickly became a trusted friend and confidant to the Beales, earning the nickname "The Marble Faun" for his youthful appearance and artistic interests. His stories from this period are both enchanting and heartbreaking, offering a rare glimpse into the lives of the Beales and the eerie beauty of Grey Gardens.

In "The Marble Faun of Grey Gardens," Torre paints a vivid picture of his time at the mansion, capturing the eccentric charm and poignant moments shared with the Beales. The memoir also delves into his life beyond Grey Gardens, exploring his journey in the art world and his personal growth. After leaving Grey Gardens, Jerry pursued a career in sculpture, working with renowned artists and eventually becoming an accomplished sculptor in his own right. His artistic talents and resilience are evident throughout the book, making it a captivating read.

"The Marble Faun of Grey Gardens" is an engaging and deeply moving memoir that highlights the power of friendship, resilience, and the pursuit of art. Jerry Torre's story is not only a testament to his unique life but also a tribute to the enduring legacy of Grey Gardens and the Beales. This book is a must-read for anyone interested in memoirs, art, or the fascinating history of Grey Gardens.

If you are interested in purchasing a personalized autographed copy of Jerry's book, contact him through his Facebook page and I'm sure he will be more than happy to oblige.

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Revitalizing Rylee Apothecary: New Soaps and Expanding into Candles

At Rylee Apothecary, we are passionate about creating handcrafted soaps that nourish the skin and delight the senses. Our artisanal soaps are made with mostly natural ingredients, ensuring a luxurious and moisturizing experience with every use. Although we had to pull back a bit due to health issues, we are excited to announce that we are planning to expand our product line, introduce more delightful soaps and we will be undergoing new branding and name change in the near future. We are also exploring the world of candles, aiming to bring even more warmth and ambiance to your home.

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KISSWORLD: A Rock 'n' Roll Journey Through Time"

The album "KISSWORLD" by KISS is an absolute treat for rock fans. It compiles some of the band's biggest hits and fan favorites, taking listeners on a nostalgic journey through their iconic career. From the electrifying "Rock and Roll All Nite" to the anthemic "Detroit Rock City," this album captures the essence of KISS's rock 'n' roll spirit. Each track brings back memories of wild stage performances, larger-than-life personas, and the raw energy that made KISS a household name.

One thing that stands out about "KISSWORLD" is its perfect mix of well-known classics and lesser-known gems. It doesn't just stick to the hits everyone knows; it dives deeper into the band's extensive catalog, offering a well-rounded listening experience. Songs like "God of Thunder" and "Shout It Out Loud" remind us why KISS is so beloved by rock enthusiasts. The album not only showcases their musical talent but also their ability to connect with fans on a personal level.

The members of KISS, including Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Ace Frehley, and Peter Criss, each bring their unique flair to the album. Their chemistry and dedication to their craft are evident in every song. The production quality is top-notch, thanks to the efforts of their record label, Universal Music Group, ensuring that both new and old fans can appreciate the timeless quality of these tracks.

"KISSWORLD" is a must-have for any KISS fan or rock music lover. It's a celebration of the band's incredible journey and lasting impact on the music industry. Whether you're rocking out to the classics or discovering some hidden gems for the first time, this album delivers a fantastic listening experience that will have you playing it on repeat.

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Childhood Sleepovers: Friday Nights At Aunt Joan's House

Back when my sister and I were too young to stay home alone, we were always dropped off at Aunt Joan's whenever my parents went out for the evening, usually to the Mobile Greyhound Park. I never understood their fascination with the dog track, but I always looked forward to spending the night at Aunt Joan's house. She knew how to make sleepovers special for me. As long as she had plenty of Coca-Cola and potato chips, I was set.

When we arrived, Aunt Joan and her daughters would usually be putting the finishing touches on dinner. It was often fried chicken or pork chops, accompanied by fried okra or fried squash, cornbread or biscuits, and fresh peas or beans from Joan's fields, all served with a big glass of sweet tea. My mom's cooking was hit or miss, aside from a few dishes she did well, so Aunt Joan's meals were always a treat. Her fabulous country cooking filled the void.

Aunt Joan was one of the most special people I've ever met, showing unconditional love for her kids, siblings, and their kids. Growing up, I often wished my mom could be more like Joan, especially when it came to cooking. We were a close-knit family back in the day, despite some unfortunate incidents involving unruly family members. I'll touch on those stories, including holiday brawls, in future posts.

After dinner, we kids would hang out on the patio, play in the fields, or jump on the trampoline. Being the smallest, I mostly got bounced around by everyone else. We had free rein of the 13-acre property, except for the swampy area known as "The Branch," which was off-limits due to snakes and other dangers. As night fell, we'd take turns in the two bathrooms. I can still remember the smell of Aunt Joan's soap, similar to Coast Pacific Force. Once clean, we’d head to the den, a large, cozy room with minimal light, a TV in the corner, a fireplace, a huge console stereo, and a Fun Machine Organ. We’d make pallets on the floor with blankets and pillows, play board games, and watch TV with an endless supply of chips and soda. Friday nights were all about watching "Dallas," to see JR’s next move and if Sue Ellen could stay sober for an episode.

At some point, Aunt Joan would bring out the pickles—her bread and butter pickles were the absolute best. She grew her own vegetables and preserved them, filling a small room with mason jars of pickles, blackberry jelly, and other goodies. I wasn't big on veggies back then, but at Aunt Joan's, everything was delicious. By 11 PM, I’d usually pass out watching TV, except for one memorable time when my cousin Lynda’s hamster, Herman, escaped. Waking up to my sister and cousins trying to catch Herman was quite the adventure.

The next morning, I'd wake up to the smell of bacon or sausage and eggs, signaling that mom and dad would be picking us up soon. Those mornings always passed too quickly. When my mom arrived, she never asked how our night was—probably because she didn’t want to hear how much more fun we had at Aunt Joan's compared to home. Our routine at home was similar, minus the den, soda, chips, great food, pickles, and the occasional hamster on the loose.

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Making the Right Choice: A Call for Empathy and Understanding in the Upcoming Election

I try not to share my political views often. As the upcoming election approaches, I find myself reflecting on the importance of making the right choice—not just for ourselves, but for the safety and well-being of LGBTQ+ individuals like me. Although I may be a high school dropout, I have always had keen observation skills. Growing up in an area heavily influenced by the mentality that could be seen during the J6 events, I witnessed firsthand how many of my classmates seemed to always get excited when it came to our teachers admitting they voted George Bush back in the 1980s. Many of these same individuals as adults voted for the last president as well as Matt Gaetz, as it is his district. I understand cult-like political behavior, not because I was born into it, but because I was thrust into it when my family moved to that part of Florida. As an outsider, I could see what motivated individuals who unknowingly vote against their own best interests.

I can still hear the sound of his voice 32 years later

Having been subjected to abuse from people who hide behind a biblical or political facade, it's important to recognize that many criminals, including preachers, congressmen, and senators (Lindsey Graham, I remember you), use religion and political views to solicit children or engage in other harmful activities. I make no secret of the fact that during my time as a homeless teenage runaway, I made money in ways that many people would cringe at just thinking about. Often, I found myself propositioned and haggling prices with individuals who, in their public professional lives, used their positions of power to manipulate and control, all while masking their true intentions. It's crucial that we don't let beliefs of bigotry passed down from previous generations and immediate surroundings cloud our judgment. We need to focus on what we can do for others rather than what one man can do for himself and those who scratch his back to enrich themselves.

Let's bring empathy and understanding back to our nation. We need to make choices that protect and uplift everyone, regardless of their background or identity. Use your vote, not to make a statement, but for the interest of a brighter future for us all. It's time to stop electing criminals and start electing leaders who genuinely care about the well-being of their constituents. Together, we can create a more inclusive and compassionate society. If anyone would like to write me in as their congressman, I would be more than willing to move to your district. ;-)