Adventures of little geofri

[geofri]

* also, why is everyone so nice in the panhandle and north FL? 

I spent over an hour talking to strangers in parks last weekend. I didn't even have to shoot them a little. 

[Citra47]

4 minutes ago, geofri said:

I really do. somehow I'm a conservative-libertarian-capitalist who doesn't hate the environment 

Seeing a panther would be out of this world! 

 

Are you in southern FL? Looks like I'll be setting up camp in the northern end, but weekend road trips will ensure I see all ends of the state in short time. 

 

 

Actually just between Gainesville and Ocala - a place called Citra, located on N US Hwy 301.  Conservative-libertarian-capitalist is a good thing.  I don't believe a CommieDemDuh would be capable of enjoying the environment as you do.  They would find fault with everything they saw.

Edited March 12, 2019 by Citra47

[janice6]

5 minutes ago, geofri said:

* also, why is everyone so nice in the panhandle and north FL? 

I spent over an hour talking to strangers in parks last weekend. I didn't even have to shoot them a little. 

I agree.  I spent some time over a few years at Panama City and found this to be true.

[geofri]

5 minutes ago, Citra47 said:

Actually just between Gainesville and Ocala - a place called Citra, located on N US Hwy 301.  Conservative-libertarian-capitalist is a good thing.  I don't believe a CommieDemDuh would be capable of enjoying the environment as you do.  They would find fault with everything they saw.

We're gonna be almost neighbors! I'll probably be somewhere around Gainesville. 

[Citra47]

19 minutes ago, geofri said:

* also, why is everyone so nice in the panhandle and north FL? 

I spent over an hour talking to strangers in parks last weekend. I didn't even have to shoot them a little. 

Southeast Florida is pretty much populated by people from New York, New Jersey, etc.  Most are pretty far left - to the point they may fall off the edge of the world at some point.  The SW coast gets more farmers and rural people from US Central.  With the exception of Tallahassee and Gainesville (both college towns and bastions of socialism) the further north including the Panhandle the better.  Good folks north of Palm Beach County with the exceptions noted. 

Edited March 12, 2019 by Citra47

[Citra47]

8 minutes ago, geofri said:

We're gonna be almost neighbors! I'll probably be somewhere around Gainesville. 

Fantastic!  I look forward to meeting you.  Please let me know when you get to Florida.

[Moshe]

18 hours ago, janice6 said:

I agree.  I spent some time over a few years at Panama City and found this to be true.

We were stationed in the Panhandle, when I was pretty young.  Panama City, long before it became a party town.  I could pretty much do what I wanted, on my bike then, and not be worried about being kidnapped, etc.  My biggest problem was racism.  I got a hard lesson on that, that destroyed my ignorance.  I made friends with anyone my age that was out, color meant nothing to me.  It still doesn't.  I was playing amicably with a little black girl my age in their front yard.  That was until dad came home, an the fracas could easily be heard inside to the outside.  The father wanted to know what in the hell that little white boy was doing playing with his daughter in the front yard.  The mother, being mediator, told me I had to leave.  Back then, when an adult told you to leave or stop it, you did.  After that, I made great friends with a rescue GSD.  She was my constant companion.  Dad couldn't beat me, without first sending out the dog he found out, when she became all teeth. 

[janice6]

3 hours ago, Moshe said:

We were stationed in the Panhandle, when I was pretty young.  Panama City, long before it became a party town.  I could pretty much do what I wanted, on my bike then, and not be worried about being kidnapped, etc.  My biggest problem was racism.  I got a hard lesson on that, that destroyed my ignorance.  I made friends with anyone my age that was out, color meant nothing to me.  It still doesn't.  I was playing amicably with a little black girl my age in their front yard.  That was until dad came home, an the fracas could easily be heard inside to the outside.  The father wanted to know what in the hell that little white boy was doing playing with his daughter in the front yard.  The mother, being mediator, told me I had to leave.  Back then, when an adult told you to leave or stop it, you did.  After that, I made great friends with a rescue GSD.  She was my constant companion.  Dad couldn't beat me, without first sending out the dog he found out, when she became all teeth. 

My first visit was with my ship, a Minesweeper in 1959.  We were temporarily assigned to the Mine Warfare Research Center, the city was pretty redneck back then, but it had the first "all-night bars" I had heard of.  I was assigned to ride a converted PT boat into the bay/coastal waters with a Chief Bos'n Mate, as  communications for my ship.  The PT boat would locate the spent test mine and winch it aboard, then my ship would take the mine back to the base.  The Mine Base back then was in the middle of the swamp, for security.  It was a nasty place with all the snakes and full of toothy critters that wanted to eat you.  One of our guys got bit by a snake playing softball next to the pier.  No foot traffic was allowed from dusk till dawn.  Call the base OD and he would send a jeep to take you where ever you wanted to go.

I was discharged from my ship to Pensacola for mustering out of the Navy.  I decided to hitchhike the coastal highway to get there.  I walked out on the Highway and it was damn near slippery from all the reptiles of all kinds that had been run over by vehicles during the night.  The view was incredible of the beach.  30 miles of straight pristine white sand beach without a building or evidence of humanity, the whole length.  It was gorgeous to see.

I went back to that same  base for my company around the 70's and 80's, and now the base was actually in the town.  I was training them on our new Super Conducting Submarine Sensor.  Everything had been cleared out and "civilized", to the point that it wasn't the place I remembered at all.  These times I stayed at some nice new hotels on Panama City Beach.  It was now all Class and entertainment.  Now you couldn't see the beach because of all the hotels and "fun" establishments that occupied it.  I arrived after dark to one hotels on the beach I stayed at.  I heard this noise very close, and walked around to the beach side of the hotel to see what it was.  It was the surf breaking against the building.  The hotels were like  books standing on edge.  One room deep and all rooms facing the Gulf.

 

Edited March 13, 2019 by janice6

[Moshe]

Pensacola and Panama City were both choices for my father's PCS.  Panama city was decided upon.  That is where he Mustanged after OTS.  He was gone for a year, going in as a tech sergeant and coming out a butter bar.  He retired as a Captain, and almost made Major.  He had top notch records, and was a devoted military man.  But, the Air Force, in its affirmative action move, promoted a black man with a DWI on his record over him.  He retired that year.  He was a Veteran of Vietnam, and the Gulf War.  In his old age he does want me around, however, I cannot abide the State of NM.  He has about 11 rentals and feels trapped there.  But, when you know just how messed up the State is, no reasonable person would want to live there.  Hamas terrorists, a constellation of foreign illegal gangs, a lax system for child predators, a PITA CHL system, a new liberal Governor declaring the State a Sanctuary State for illegal aliens.  All that in a population of 2 million "residents" and it is a complete shithole.  It is like you deducted two million of the worst people of the ten million in Houston, excised them, and put them in NM.

[geofri]

The sun has set on my freedom. Started working this month, and so I've slowed a bit. 

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Trying not to loose my momentum this time, and keep up the adventures.  I don't want to fall back into the trap of allowing work to overshadow my personal life and health.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited April 16, 2019 by geofri

[geofri]

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[Citra47]

1 hour ago, geofri said:

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Are you in Florida now?

[geofri]

20 hours ago, Citra47 said:

Are you in Florida now?

Yessir, I made it!

[Citra47]

On 4/16/2019 at 7:11 PM, geofri said:

Yessir, I made it!

Are you near Gainesville and Ocala?

[Citra47]

On 3/13/2019 at 2:01 PM, janice6 said:

My first visit was with my ship, a Minesweeper in 1959.  We were temporarily assigned to the Mine Warfare Research Center, the city was pretty redneck back then, but it had the first "all-night bars" I had heard of.  I was assigned to ride a converted PT boat into the bay/coastal waters with a Chief Bos'n Mate, as  communications for my ship.  The PT boat would locate the spent test mine and winch it aboard, then my ship would take the mine back to the base.  The Mine Base back then was in the middle of the swamp, for security.  It was a nasty place with all the snakes and full of toothy critters that wanted to eat you.  One of our guys got bit by a snake playing softball next to the pier.  No foot traffic was allowed from dusk till dawn.  Call the base OD and he would send a jeep to take you where ever you wanted to go.

I was discharged from my ship to Pensacola for mustering out of the Navy.  I decided to hitchhike the coastal highway to get there.  I walked out on the Highway and it was damn near slippery from all the reptiles of all kinds that had been run over by vehicles during the night.  The view was incredible of the beach.  30 miles of straight pristine white sand beach without a building or evidence of humanity, the whole length.  It was gorgeous to see.

I went back to that same  base for my company around the 70's and 80's, and now the base was actually in the town.  I was training them on our new Super Conducting Submarine Sensor.  Everything had been cleared out and "civilized", to the point that it wasn't the place I remembered at all.  These times I stayed at some nice new hotels on Panama City Beach.  It was now all Class and entertainment.  Now you couldn't see the beach because of all the hotels and "fun" establishments that occupied it.  I arrived after dark to one hotels on the beach I stayed at.  I heard this noise very close, and walked around to the beach side of the hotel to see what it was.  It was the surf breaking against the building.  The hotels were like  books standing on edge.  One room deep and all rooms facing the Gulf.

 

That hotel should be fun place in a hurricane. 

[janice6]

1 hour ago, Citra47 said:

That hotel should be fun place in a hurricane. 

I asked about that and they seemed to believe they had it well in hand.  The manager told me that the whole bottom floor would let the waves blow right on through the bottom floor, and out to the road and land beyond.  It sounded like a strange plan, but it was their plan.

I went into my room on the forth or fifth floor from the sheltered inland side of the hotel.  The room had a door in the back side and another on the sea side.  There were red plaques on the wall warning the occupant not to open both room doors at once.  Of course the reason was obvious, but I still couldn't resist the temptation.  So I opened the inland side door and then the sea side door.  The wind through the room took all the paper in the room and blew it out the back door and it fluttered down to the roadway below.

I was impressed with the force of the wind, when I was barely able to close the sea side door.  It was fun!!!!!