Joe DiMaggio where have you gone?

I remember in my boyhood I collected baseball cards of Joe DiMaggio and all the baseball heroes of that day. I stored my treasure collection in a shoe box under my bed. As we readied to move from Salem, Oregon to Seattle, Washington one day after school I discovered it was gone. It was no longer under my hiding place! My treasure collection had been given to the son of a neighbor. Oh, Joe DiMaggio where have you gone?

Our visit to Bohol Island

A few years ago we spent a pleasant day with friends and toured Bohol Island. It’s a short ferry ride from Cebu City to the ferry dock in Bohol where we were met by a friendly driver with his SUV and then we all settled by as he drove us around sightseeing. It’s a very clean and peaceful place to visit with charming old world church and lay back people. I wanted to share these few pictures with you all and if you ever get a chance do go there.

Hard Times

With the economy picture now is so tough and people hurting and struggling to meet make ends met I decide to add a job search on the side bar for you readers. I know things are hard for most since I’ve been there too. Should you have a particular job in mind please let me know and I will go my sources and see if I can find it.

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Hot Rods & Me

Ah those were the days! I remember back to 1954 I when I took Betty Lou on her first date in my custom supped up hot rod. We drove to the nearest drive-in-hamburger joint where the girls were all about the same age as us, they waited on their customers wearing roller skates of all things. We put a nickel in the portable juke box hanging on the driver’s door window and listen to the latest popular song called “Earth Angel.” She was a sly sixteen year old and I wasn’t much older. On occasions we’d hear the roar of hot rod engine followed by a loud tooting of a horn as the driver announced he was there to all. I remember she wore a pink sweater with her hair tied in off a pony tail and I was soon to leave for the navy and the trials of boot camp. Ah yes, those were the days.

Some thoughts

Hello Friends; Some ask me, “Do you miss the states?” Yes sometimes I do to be honest but this is where my love is and the Philippines has been my home since 2002. My life would be terrible without my wife and my youngest son Junior. I remember as a kid how much everything was then; the air we breathed, the water we drink, the earth we live on was pristine. Now it seems we can’t drink the water from our water tap but instead we drink sparkling water that comes from bottle. The air we take for granted is polluted from god only knows where. Chuck