IF IT’S WEDNESDAY – IT’S GARAGE GUYS – THURSDAY POKER – JOIN THE FUN – LOOKING BACK AT THE SUPER BOWL PARTY. OFF THE SHOULDER
The weather here in southwest Florida has been a little on the chilly side. But nothing like the pounding the northeast is taking. Cool nights and warm afternoons in Fort Myers make for a very pleasant living environment.
If it’s Wednesday, it’s Garage Guys. The Garage Guys thing works like this. One guy in the Magnolia Landing neighborhood agrees to host the other guys in the neighborhood who live in Magnolia Landing and the guys in the neighborhood bring their beverage of choice and a lawn chair and for a couple of hours we discuss the “un-discussable.” Maurice “Buzz” Bussiere agreed to clean out his garage this week and provide the accommodations and put some goodies on the table for the guys.
Buzz, always the consummate host, provided a few extra goodies at this weeks meeting. Like Mac & cheese, potato chips, cornies, warm chicken nuggets, tasty chicken wings, and french fries. He even had a tub of cold beer under the table in case someone misjudged their personal stock.
Mick Rodery lives next door to Buzz and he came over with a treat. They were called Butterscotch Shots.
“What’s in this Mick?”
“Butterscotch schnapps, vodka, and mayonnaise. “
About half way through the afternoon the Garage Guys do a little business. The Garage Guys are not a bunch of retired guys who like to sit around and drink adult beverage and smoke cigars, you know. We do good works, too. Buzz asked for the floor and the conversations around the garage came to a low roar.
The first order of business was about the CDD meeting scheduled for February 9th. At the last CDD meeting there were a number of Garage Guys who attended. The CDD board, (if I can call them that) was amazed at the amount of interest by the homeowners. They hadn’t had anybody come to a meeting in the past. So, they requested that we hold the attendance down to 12. Buzz is trying to get homeowners from all over Magnolia Landing to represent their concerns and the concerns of the community. There is a waiting list for people who would like to attend the meeting in case someone can’t make it. Now, this is not to say The Garage Guys is in control of the meeting. If someone is adamant about attending, I’m sure that person can attend the meeting. But what the Garage Guys are trying to do is send 12 people to speak respectfully in order that the CDD board members know the concerns of Magnolia Landing. The eleven-o-clock meeting is being held February 19th at the offices of Rosetta & Company, Suite #206, 9530 Marketplace Road, Fort Myers. The homeowners attending will be Julie Coogan, Frank Debonis, Debby Gradishar, Terry Jo Gile, Chris Mitchell, Jim Oyster, Len Ritter, Jack and Dee Steffens, Bill or Sue Streeter, Richard Terry, Bobby Yoxall.
The second order of business was about our very own Jim Oster. He is being honored on April 2 by Wounded Warriors during a baseball game between the Twins and Red Socks. Jim has written a book about his experience during the Viet Nam era. I know from personal experience Jim is a volunteer at the Cape Coral Veterans Clinic. The Garage Guys are thinking about hiring a bus and loading the bus up with “refreshments” and heading over to the ball park for his recognition ceremony.
Jim Oster then asked for the floor. He is also a retired as a high school principal and his heart is still aligned with students. In some way Jim wants to help an under privileged high school girl by financing the prom dress, a limo and anything else that would make her prom an evening to remember. Jim said he was going to pass the hat and asked that we drop a few bucks in the cap. I understand the balance at this point is close to 800-900 dollars.
BUZZ – MICK
Mick Rodery was asked to give a little report on the progress of Garage Guy Toby Johnson. If I understand the problem Toby has diabetes and one day he was out on a beautiful day in Southwest Florida playing golf. At the end of a round of golf Toby took off his shoes and socks and walked to his car to get his street shoes. The asphalt was blisteringly hot, but Toby didn’t feel the heat of the pavement and burned the bottom of his feet. This caused him to damage his skin and nerves on the bottom of his feet. For the last couple of months it has been a very worrisome problem for Toby. There is a real threat he could lose his foot. They operated this week, and things at this stage are cautiously optimistic. Toby is being treated at the Cape Coral Hospital.
END OF SEASON PARTY. At some point the snow birds will go home and leave a small band of Garage Guys to carry on through the summer. Buzz and Mick were thinking about throwing an “End of Season Party.” Buzz has received 81 e-mails saying, “I like the idea, I’ll be there.” Then, add the additional interest by the guys in the garage Wednesday, Buzz thinks we may have 100 – 125 party goers. That brings up and interesting dilemma. Where to hold this party? Initially we thought the end of a street could be useful. But with that many people the thinking now is to hold the event in the parking lot of the fitness center. That way we would have access to rest rooms. Buzz and Mick are thinking about contacting a food truck to compliment the party. It’s still very much in the planning stage. I’m sure there will be more information on the End of Season Party as time gets closer.
PENO (GUEST FROM HERON GLEN)
PAUL MUNRO (CENTER)
MAURICE “BUZZ” BUSSIERE – ROGER GUIMOND – TIM HOFFMANN
Thursday afternoon a group of Magnolias play poker. It starts at three in the afternoon in the club house.
Let’s talk Super Bowl one more time. This writer is from Indianapolis, Indiana. When the Colts beat the Denver Bronco’s and I watched Payton Manning walking off the field ending his season, perhaps his career, my heart was beating loud and proud. From that moment I was lulled into a false sense of security. Why, if we can beat the Bronco’s we can beat anybody.
Then, the fateful game was on the air. We, Indianapolis, just had to get by New England to play in the Super Bowl. Needless to say my Colts embarrassed the fans and themselves.
PATRIOTS BEAT THE COLT 45-7
Bobby Yoxall decided to put together a Super Bowl Party at the Club House. I didn’t want to go… after all I didn’t have any skin in the game. I was urged to come. The pitch was, all the food you can eat, all the booze you can drink, it will be a fun time, said Bobby. Being from the North East and a BIG Patriot fan fiend, Phil Fugere, was happy as a clam. Wanted me to go, too.
I have another friend who lives in Gig Harbor, Washington. He grew up in Wisconsin and loves Green Bay. But living in Washington State he could cheer for Green Bay or Seattle. Well, Green Bay you may remember, hit the wall, too, and was out of the playoffs. So, I receive the following e-mail from Jack.
“For a big steak dinner at St George in Naples, I take the Sea Hawks and six points! What say you?”
I didn’t want to New England to win either and I wrote back and said, “How can we have a bet if we are both routing for the same team? Unless you expect me to give up my sound Baptist foundation and encourage the evil doers from New England. I have sinned in the past (please keep that to yourself) and now you expect me to sin again, for nothing more than a steak dinner at St. George in Naples? Does that include drinks?”
I realized a 6 point advantage to the Sea Hawks was simply out of the question and I e-mailed back and told him both NFL systems were at the top of their form. There is no advantage to either team, even the money in Vegas didn’t have a favorite. It sounds like you, Mr. Maynard, are trying to season the steak, so to speak. So, if you want to go even Steven I will encourage the Patriots! See you at half time. Jack wrote back and said “Done.”
The Club had a plentiful spread… lots of food. The bar was open and I ordered a scotch. Every television in the club house was tuned to the game. The mood in the building was good and there was lots of banter and bluster by everyone.
As we all know, the Sea Hawks were moving to the end zone for a touchdown and a Super Bowl win. I was checking my credit card balance. I was sure I was hosting Jack for a steak dinner and drinks at St George in Naples. Then, the room became quiet.
The last play of the game, Seattle was set with two time outs in their back pocket, in case they needed them, the ball was handed to Wilson. A pass… a collective groan and cheer erupted in the club house.
New England intercepted the pass and owned the game. A picture of Tom Brady jumping up and down in sheer joy flashed across the television screen. I took my hand slowly off my wallet. I walked to the bar and asked Roosevelt for another scotch.
On the lighter side, Tracey Jackson, a friend who lives in New York City, just wrote a book titled Gratitude and Trust with singer and song writer Paul Williams. She and I have become friends and she will e-mail me once in a while with an interesting question. New York seems to always have a fashion event of some kind and she wanted to know what I thought about an off the shoulder dress in the runway pictures displayed in the New York Social Diary. Tracey is aware that I love… love… love the off the shoulder look, as most men would. Tracey, I think, thought I would do back flips over this dress. But as I looked at the model and the dress as a unit in the photograph I didn’t get that sense of excitement that Tracey thought.
While I love… love… love “off the shoulder”, this dress (Did I say that already?) and model doesn’t do it for me. Personal taste, I guess. There’s got to be something in the dress that draws my eye. This model reminds me of a coat hanger. I know most NYC models must be pencil thin.
With an off the shoulder dress I want a thrill, or expect a thrill, or, maybe, a hint of what might be inside. I’m looking for loose and moving from side to side… bouncing… I can’t take my eyes off that woman. There is no movement here, no bounce.
The hair is too tight and the triangle cut in the middle of the dress draws my eye away from her skinny bare shoulders. There is no flow, no movement. The skirt is a little long in my opinion. I wish the model had loose hair. This dress needs to have a woman with some meat on her bones. This dress requires a more full bodied woman who is also willing to show her body, but for me this “off the shoulder” presentation is a “FAIL.”
I looked for an example of what might be an “off the shoulder” that might turn an eye. Do you remember the 21-year-old Florida fox, Charlotte McKinney, who made the super bowl commercial for Carl’s Jr., which then got yanked for being too scandalous? This is the gal who made the commercial.
Now, this is more in line with what an off the shoulder dress should look like.