Bulldog's all about enjoying life. A dash of Politics and Sports thrown in for flavor.
Author: Bulldog Ben
The short list of things I really like to do:
Outdoor activities of all kinds/Nature Photography/Cooking & Baking/Singing and Playing Blues & Folk Music/Exploring Spirituality...
A few more I dare not leave out:
Following Politics/Watching Sports/and Blogging, of course!
The call came from the AP and NBC News this morning that the Biden/Harris ticket did prevail in Tuesday’s election. In spite of the plainly-excessive caution with which the networks had handled the 2020 election results, the time had come to state the obvious.
I know that many Americans see the election very differently, but I’m feeling a lot of relief today. Relief and joy. The last four years under the “leadership” of donald trump have resulted in a thousand disasters, large and small. It’s pure joy to know that we won’t have to endure four more years of trump’s venality, incompetence and crass, hateful behavior.
There are, without a doubt, many daunting challenges ahead for Joe Biden and his nascent administration. I don’t have the slightest doubt that trump, McConnell and the GOP will do everything they can to undercut team Biden and thwart their efforts to move us past the myriad of trump-induced woes that have afflicted our beloved country for the last four years.
But I’m still hopeful that we’ll make progress and move–if even at a painfully slow pace–toward better times for all Americans.
“Bulldog Ben” Basile
P.S.: The primary focus of this blog is outdoor activities and the like. That’s not changing. But the just-concluded election is a very big deal, of course, and I couldn’t not give it some treatment. This post bookends the whole tragedy of trump’s Presidency; the post on the front end, so to speak, was published here on Dec. 8, 2016.
We had occasion to camp at Kelly Park in Orange County (Florida) not very long ago and had a terrific time.
We were stunned at how tame the deer were. They came around–and in considerable numbers–every evening and night.
Having said that, I must add that I have no photographic proof. At the times they’d drop by to say hello, the light was already too low for my low tech skills to document the fun.
I took several videos with my cell phone but the light is so low that using the delete feature to put them out of their misery was my only real option.
The banner photo is of one stretch of woods not far from our campsite where we first saw them appear. That was about 45 minutes before sundown on our first day.
This scene is no more than 150 feet from the site where the banner photo was taken and showcases another spot where we saw deer looking for dinner on many occasions.
Kelly Park is known for its abundant wildlife. But the world-famous Rocks Springs which are found there also bring around the crowds all year long. The crowds have subsided of late, as the pandemic has forced Orange County to close the springs for swimming but it’s still well worth your time and a modest admission to see the Springs up close.
We dedicated a pretty good chunk of day two’s time to wander about at Rocks Springs and had a great time doing so. Below is one more photo from those lovely Springs.
I heartily recommend Kelly Park to any of you who are close to Central Florida or who might be visiting in the near future. The plentiful wildlife, the iconic and beautiful springs and the general allure of the Sunshine State beckon nature lovers from anywhere to head this way and stay awhile.
I do want to wish a most happy Labor Day 2020 to all of you who work for a paycheck.
I’m happy to say that I’m in that proud group of people and I always look forward to this day as it comes around each year. I’m a proud member of the United Food and Commercial Workers International Union and have been a Teamster as well.
The UFCW represents workers in retail, breweries and restaurants. Folks in the budding cannabis industry, too. The UFCW also rep’s many of the workers in the meat packing plants that were on the front lines when COVID-19 was devastating that industry back in the Spring.
It’s a very good thing, indeed, to be represented by a union and bargain collectively.
If you’d like to brush up on your history of this auspicious day, just follow this link.
Working folks, thanks for all you do. I wish all of you a happy–and relaxed–Labor Day.
It is National Beach Day today and I’m heading out in a few hours to get in on the party!
If you’re anywhere near the coast–any coast–I hope you’ll get some sand in your shoes today.
That’s my plan exactly!
The banner photo is of a recent trip to Canaveral National Seashore near Titusville here in the Sunshine State. That’s the closest National Park to me; we never miss a chance to take in its unspoiled beauty.
The photo below was taken at Cocoa Beach, just a bit to the south of Canaveral. I took it about three years ago. When I view this one, I can almost hear the waves lapping at my feet and smell the sea air.
Enjoy your Sunday whether you make it to the shore or not! If you’re only just now hearing about how special this day is, I’ll give you a pass. Just this once.
And if you don’t make it, remember this: you certainly don’t have to wait ’til NBD next year!
It does get me to thinking each year when the anniversary date of Stevie’s passing rolls around again…
He was such a Monster of a player, and such a wonderful human being as well. I suppose that’s why his fans thought so highly of him, both before and after his tragic passing.
There will never be another like SRV. Many have copped his style and that’s cool. But he was somebody very, very special and so many still feel that way about him even though it’s been 14 years since Alpine Valley.
Jimmie and the family and others have asked his legion of fans to remember him on his birthday — it falls in early October — rather than today. Stevie would be turning 50 on the third of October if things had gone differently. But his fans — and you can certainly put this puppy in that category — just can’t help but think of him each year when this sad date rolls around again.
God bless Stevie Ray. And each of us who remember him each year. And all of those who love good music and try to love one another. And who are trying to keep the music alive.
Now if you were to compare this dog to Stevie, I’m not much of a musician, nor, perhaps, all that much of a man. But as with many other “saints” and just good folk, we do try to emulate the really good ones! And Mister Vaughan was as good as a man or a musician as one could possibly be.
We love you Stevie. And forgive us if we remember you each year at this time. We just have some sense of what we all lost on one dark and desolate morning those 14 years ago…
Bulldog Ben, remembering
Stevie from here in Orlando…
A note from Bulldog: this was first published in August of 2004 in one of my yahoo groups and that’s why the dates are off. It was exactly 30 years ago today that we lost one of the greatest musicians of our time.
Joan and I spent two lovely days at Trimble Park back in January. It’s one of our favorite camping spots in Central Florida.
It was about two months before so many things–including parks and outdoor venues of many kinds–began to close down because of the coronavirus.
As I write this, many if not most parks and spots where outdoor-lovers like to go are open again. In fact, we’ve been on four camping excursions since many places began to reopen.
It’s easy to practice social distancing in parks and camping spots, as you might imagine. The fact that we’ve been able to do a lot of the things we really enjoy is such a good thing.
Many things that folks find enjoyable are difficult–and sometimes impossible–to do right now and I’m happy to be able to engage in the outdoor activities I enjoy so much.
I will have postings about those aforementioned trips in the near future. Today I merely wanted to share one photo from that delightful excursion to Orange County’s Trimble Park seven months ago and feel a little gratitude that Mother Nature is still receiving visitors as we go through some disquieting changes.
The glaciers of Greenland are retreating at a frightening pace.
One of the sad illusions to which many of us cling tightly is that humanity will eventually “get it” and we’ll get off our collective ass and finally act.
That may or may not happen.
What I know for certain is that a lot of the damage that’s been done can never be reversed.
Scientists who are keeping an eye on the loss of ice on Greenland’s continent are now saying that the losses will not stop even if the planet stopped warming today.
And we all know it won’t.
So the signs keep coming. If you understand the gravity of the situation, you don’t need any more evidence.
There are, of course, many who don’t believe the evidence. The evidence that gets clearer every day.
The sad truth is that in so many cases, those are the people who could do something about it.
So we keep slouching toward that day of reckoning. The day when it becomes actually impossible to deny the reality of what’s happening.
And then we get to see what judgement humanity will impose on those who were actively engaged in the campaign to conceal the truth about the inevitable consequences of treating our Planet like an inexhaustible vending machine.
Like a playground.
Like that dark, dead end on that obscure county road where we go to dump our old, tattered mattresses.