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Back Home…time to Relax…& Remember

BACK HOME! Is it my imagination or does the world look better upside-down?

I’m home! I believe Dorothy is right. There isn’t anyplace like it. The Geezer family trip to the North Carolina mountains was a blast, but it is good to be back in the familiar places where I’m comfortable.  The Geezer went to Burnsville for a commemorative for his best friend and his best friend’s wife. Loss of the fifty plus year relationship left a gapping hole in the Geezer’s universe. Friends and family gathered to celebrate Chet and Betty’s lives. Our destination, Burnsville, is a mountain town with historic settings and past. It’s people are friendly, the weather pleasant and cool, at least compared to our Florida steam-bath home.

Visiting a world that isn’t flat takes getting used to!

Living on a slanted world took me a little time to adjust. I quickly learned running downhill and uphill are different. Stopping resulted in me doing a barrel roll on my first attempt. However, I mastered what I needed to learn in a day. There are a lot of differences to discover. The trees, grass, dirt, even the light were all new. The Geezer had to adjust his driving skills. The curvy roads and the ups and downs took him longer to reach a car-aiming comfort level, than I did with being a passenger. Some of the bends were sharp! Our Edge’s front tried to tag the rear a time or two; at least it felt that way.

Meeting new friends, human.

 

Making new friends, Golden.

I love making new friends. There were oodles of humans and canines I met that are now buddies. A couple are pictured above. Bo is a friend of the Geezer and Mrs. G and the son of his best friend. Bo is a great guy who gives super ear rubs! I also met Remi, a cousin a few times removed. We had a great time! Play time was all the time. I met lots of humans…Michael, Jessica, Sadie, Samuel, Brandley, Natalia, D3, Carolyn, Brandon, and many more. Among my new canine pals are Mabel, Kimber, Ruger, and Whiskey Girl.

It was a wonderful trip…but there’s no place like home.

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Learning to be a big dog.

Brandi can climb the circular staircase to the Geezer’s office.

 

Brandi is growing up! How do I know that? Obviously, she’s getting bigger! Brandi was born on May 28. So, at 5.5 months she’s up to 51 pounds. The Geezer and Mrs. G. drove all the way to Pennsylvania to get her the 3rd of August. She weighed in at ten, a real flyweight. That is the same weight as Missy, our resident feline. When Brandi first arrived the two of them played together as equals. Mrs. G had no worries…then! The five to one size ratio has changed that. Brandi has decided that the cat should like to play tumble, a game where the dog plays the ‘tumblor’ and the cat plays the ‘tumblee.’ She rolls the cat around on the floor with her nose. The cat seems unconcerned. Not so Mrs. G.

Brandi on August 4th

Mischievous Missy, Brandi’s playmate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brandi is smart and learns very fast. She learned to ring a bell to tell the Geezer to let her out in just 4 days. She’s learned not to chase cars, trailers, and trucks…She caught one standing still and it did not roll over like Missy. She knows the sound of her food dish being touched. Where her food is stored. The sound of the refrigerator opening means eating time. The drawer where her treats are kept. Which person is most likely to drop something from the table while eating. Do you see a recurrent theme? She sits, presents her paw on demand, stays (when watched), and comes always hoping there’s a treat in it for her.

Brandi rings the bell. She’s not driving away witches. She’s ringing her potty bell

 

Brandi sitting, hoping for a treat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What hasn’t she learned? The world is not a chew toy. Putting her paws on people’s chests to do the rumba isn’t winning friends or influencing humans. The toilet is not the fountain of youth. Fifty pound lap dogs are only popular if they lie still, and don’t try to eat buttons, sleeves, arms, and boobs. Jumping over a couch is not parallel to becoming a feminist aviator like Emilia Earhart. Shoes, bras, and underwear don’t fall into any food group. No is a word the cancel-culture hasn’t cancelled.

Brandi made her first trip to one of the Geezer’s book events. She made the four hour journey to Cocoa Beach and Hello Again Books! She got to see him in action talking about his book Blue Water, Red Blood and hear his presentation about how the Florida 1928 hurricane actual caused the birth of the LVT…the Marines primary landing craft in WWII. Most importantly, she didn’t get into trouble.

The Geezer is doing many of his presentations from our home via Zoom. He likes Zoom because it gives him the opportunity to make his presentations to groups all over the nation. Visit his webpage at   www.dlhavlin.com  and use the contact link to find out about him doing one for your group. He’ll be at the Mixon Holiday Festival this Saturday from 9 to 3. It’s located at 2525 27th Street East, Bradenton, FL. At 1 PM will be doing a presentation on Edison’s life in Florida. Look for a sign reading DL Havlin…he’s not the Geezer at book events.

Opps! I’m going to have to leave. Brandi’s chewing on the electric co….

 

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News…of this…and that

Mixons Art and Craft show is very popular in the Bradenton Florida area

Hello all…Some tidbits about the Geezer.  He’ll be at Mixon’s for their Arts & Craft show, in Bradenton, Florida this Saturday, from 10 AM until 3 PM. The location is 2525 27th Street East.

The Geezer spoke at the Authors for Authors Writers Conference at the Hilton in Melbourne, Florida last Saturday. This fine event was lightly attended due to the Corona virus. It seems people are rightfully concerned about the disease. Those in the very light attendance used all the tools required to limit covid-19’s spread. 

What is most amazing is the number of people who make no attempt to protect themselves and others by ignoring safety precautions. At needed stops (gas, restaurants) coming and going we were surprised by the number of people, particularly young ones, who didn’t care. When the Geezer was inside a gas station, he asked a young lady(?) who was in a tight cluster of unmasked individuals, if she was concerned about getting the virus. Her answer was illuminating. “No…don’t bother us…it just gets rid of you old f—–s.” Laughter.

It takes all kinds of people to make the world…or so the saying goes…but sometimes don’t you wonder why?

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It started with…I got to get out of here!

Someplace away, serene, peaceful and all alone

It all started with a shared scream, “I got to get out of here!” COVID-19 has turned the world’s human population into the same class of sheltering animals as earthworms and moles. The Chinese Crud, the more accurate, but less politically correct title for the plague afflicting the world, keeps humans playing hide-and-seek. The Geezer and Mrs. G had enough of the same four walls. In unison, they announced their attentions. The question was where to go and be safe. My keen canine intellect knew just the place! Amity cabin. It’s the perfect place to travel to and be more isolated than at home. I’ll explain.

The little cabin in the Mississippi woods. It is located on a 40 acre lake in the middle of 400 acres with only the owners home to share it.

The Geezer loves to fish. He has tarpon and snook in the canal behind our Florida home. But, he loves to catch bluegills, crappies, and bass just as much. We visited this fishing and hunting paradise a couple of years ago when we made a pilgrimage to Mrs. G’s birthplace in Laurel. That’s in Jones County Mississippi, the site of the recent Mathew McConaughey movie, “The Free State of Jones.” The whole family fell in love with Amity, but it was I that remembered its beauty and haunting serenity. Mark one up for canine superiority. We drove straight through, 12 hours, to minimize exposure to the virus. Below are some of the pictures of our weeks stay.

What we came for: A bunch of 8 inch bluegill for a tasty supper. They’re loads of fun when caught on a light flyrod and a rubber spider. Caught tons of these we returned to Lake Fredrick.

 

Follow tracks like these…

Tracks like these…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The unspoiled woods that cover the property are a wildlife lover’s nirvana. We saw many deer, turkeys, pond birds, song birds, etc. Quail? Mrs. G whistled up Bob White and I thought we were in an outtake from Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” The track below was made by a big bruiser!

Big ol’ Buck tracks

Mrs. G loves all the flowers. Her particular favorite are the Magnolia blossoms that adorn the numerous waxy olive leaved trees. The one below was the size of a bucket.

OH, MAGNOLIA!

When all is said and done, that’s 800 miles and three woof’s later, there’s no place like home.

Me, back in Florida…with all my things!

 

The Geezer will be out and about in a safe manner this weekend. He’ll be speaking at the Authors for Authors, Writers Conference in Melbourne, Florida this Saturday. Registration is open at 8 AM, at the Hilton Rialto. Hope to see you there…from behind my mask.

 

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Escaping the Chinese Crud – Getting away from it all…

Hiding from the Corona Crud – Our “stay in the car” trip

After a while, you just have to get out. That’s what we did! A week ago the Geezer, Mrs. G, and me crawled into the car and headed out. We went to the site of the Geezer’s latest book, “The Grave with Greener Grass.” It certainly put us in a position to observe social distancing and isolation. Kenansville and Lake Marian are in south-central Florida. They are in an area that has escaped the growth much of the state sees. In other words, it hasn’t been spoiled…yet. Geezer said he hadn’t visited the area he used to fish, for thirty years. He was ecstatic observing how little it had changed! As he remarked, “It is wonderful to see there are still places God and nature created that man hasn’t screwed (My word, not his) up.”

The trip was not without its problems. Mrs. G and the Geezer aren’t short-sighted. They realized the need to minimize potty stops. Food and drink intake was severely limited before and during the eight hour trip. Nature doesn’t relent. When you got to go, you got to go. Face masks, gloves, aerosols, none of them leave you with complete peace of mind at the gas station, etc. that becomes a pee stop. Finding open businesses, ones that looked less likely to be infected, and that had facilities available for use, just weren’t plentiful.

Lake Marian – Paradise fishing resort, one very few access points to the lake

Lake Marion’s shoreline is 95% the way nature made it. Gators, snakes, turtles, frogs, otters, herons, cranes, ducks, and other wildlife are the only over population to which its waters are subjected. It is “old school.” Oh yes, there are plenty of bass, specs, and bream swimming around. You can truly “isolate” here.

The Paradise Inn – Lake Marian’s, Ritz Carlton

We visited what would equate to the setting of the main character’s ranch gate in “The Grave with Greener Grass.” The Geezer’s (DL Havlin) novel is the first in a planned six book series featuring redneck light hero, Sly Harrell. A former operative for the DOJ and a defense firm employee where he did industrial espionage, Sly owns the ranch and runs a business the specializes in “finding things.” (Hence “The Finder” series) This is what its entrance looked like.

The ranch gate – the prototype for Sly Harrells property

The trip went well, and my humans began feeling adventurous. They decided to take the unmitigated risk of eating at an actual restaurant! (TIC) They stopped in the wonderful little town of Frostproof. The old main street is a photographer’s delight…it is like stepping through a time portal into the 1930’s. Located on “the scenic highway” in that quaint little city is the Egg Works, a place the Geezer loves to eat lunches and breakfasts. It was opened…he couldn’t resist the stop…and Mrs. G had to go. Try the Philly Cheese Steak! It is outstanding.

One of the Geezer’s favorite places for breakfast or lunch!

“After the ball is over” – The Egg Works after hours…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Grave with Greener Grass” is hot off the Geezer’s keyboard and was just turned over to his literary agent in the last two weeks. It’s a mystery/suspense novel with a lot to please reader’s who like to think. I’ll let you all know who the publisher will be and when it will be available. That is as soon as I know!     WOOF!  WOOF!

 

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A visit from Freddie the Dolphin!!! (Up close & personal)

Somethings were just meant to be shared. What follows is one of them. The Geezer’s daughter and his grands were down to fish. Yes, they braved the summer heat, rain and insects to take  some fishing trips that the Geezer is famous for — fifty fish or more. Since most of the game fish are in a closed season caused by last year’s redtide, fishing was catch and release. The Geezer looked for and found ladyfish, they provided fast action and spectacular fights.

During our trip we were visited by the Charlotte Harbor Dolphins. The pics and video is of their entertaining antics. The Geezer christened one of them “Freddie the Free-loader.” He said it was the name of a clown played by a Red Skeleton. Of course, I didn’t believe that until he explained it was the name of a comedian from his stone-age past. See the film and pictures below.

 

Hi, I’m Freddie the free-loader!

 

There is such a thing as a free lunch!

 

Lori with a lady – The Geezer’s daughter remains beautiful.

Checking out Freddie and friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What are you waiting for Geezer?

“One of these.” Good fish but no lunch for the Geezer!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Grand Branden” with a catch.

“Grand Bradley” with a wiggler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Feed me, feed me, feed me, feed me, oh yeah!”

 

I hope you enjoy viewing these as much as I did seeing them!

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To learn more about the Geezer and his books and speaking schedule, visit his web page at http://www.dlhavlin.com  or his blog at    http://www.dlhavlin.wordpress.com .  His new book, Escaping Skeletons, is a must read for history buffs and mystery/suspense enthusiasts.

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I was born to be a travelin’ dog.

I love going in the car………….Riding as my humans act as my chauffeur.

There was a song out many years ago with words that said, “Lord, I was born a traveling man.” That song was written about me…of course, I’m a dog…not a human. There is something about a highway running out in front of the car that captivates me. The panorama changes constantly. It’s unending eye candy. I’ve included some pictures of my recent trip to Mississippi that the Geezer made to do research for a book and to get some R & R time.

The Geezer and Mrs. G sit in the front seat and perform their duties skillfully when I ride with them. The Geezer dutifully turns the wheel and works the pedals while Mrs. G feeds me treats. They even have made it easier for me to get in and out. I now have my own personal entrance and exit ramp. Mrs. G tells me they bought it to save their backs but I know better. It was purchased so I can impress as I exit and enter the car.

The open road calls – “See whats over the next hill or around the next curve.”

there are towns to see

and flowers to sniff

 

 

 

 

 

 

there are friends to visit

and historical places to see

 

 

 

 

 

 

I get excited if I even suspect that we’re off on an adventure. Every time my humans get near the car doors I put my nose up to where the door opens to let them know “I’m ready!” If I hear the magic word, load, I know my dream is coming true.

I guess the thing I love most is that I get to be with the Geezer and Mrs. G rather than staying home to guard the house. When we ride, I get in my favorite position and alternate between resting my head on each of their shoulders.

Traveling position 101

 

Did I hear an engine start?

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