Tonight is the 29th anniversary of meeting Cindy, who turned out to be the love of my life.
Here’s the story of that fateful night which I originally wrote about 12 years ago tonight.

Tonight is the 29th anniversary of meeting Cindy, who turned out to be the love of my life.
Here’s the story of that fateful night which I originally wrote about 12 years ago tonight.

Back on Halloween in 1966 I was 11 years old.
The Batman TV Series had premiered on January 12th of that year and by the time Halloween rolled around 10 months later the comic book character had become a bonafide cultural phenomenon.
And that was the year I went trick or treating as the Caped Crusader.

Now, you might be thinking, “But Jeff, you were and are a hardcore Superman fan.” And you would be right. But that year I was as caught up in The Batman craze as all my friends and school chums.
So, at my request, my mom bought one of the thousands of newly created Batman costumes put out by the Ben Cooper company.

I THINK she paid $2.99 for it, like the Woolworth’s ad shows, but I don’t remember for sure. I do remember that, at the time, you could buy most costumes for anywhere from .99 cents to $1.99, so this was a bit more expensive.

It was a fun night and I saw lots of other Batmans while out roaming the neighborhood. I remember that I did not like the mask because it was vinyl and it covered your entire face so you ended up sweating a lot while out in South Florida on a late October night. It was so uncomfortable that I would pull the mask up to the top of my head while walking between houses and only pull it down when I approached a front porch or door.
But, Holy Halloween Batman!
Cindy and I happened to be staying nearby on October 18th, so we decided to take part in the No Kings Protest that was being held in Statesboro, Georgia.
This was the first No Kings Protest we had attended, since we were too far from any of the locations for the first one that was held back in June of 2025.
I will admit, we had a little bit of trepidation. Some family members had also expressed concern when they found out we planned to attend. But I figured if we were going to attend our first it might be best that it was in a smaller town, and I think I was right.
As I wrote to one family member who was concerned for our safety:
Here is the major reason I feel compelled to participate. This administration wants us to be afraid. Republican Party leaders and MAGA followers are framing this as a “Hate America” protest meaning, to them, that those who are a part of the rallies must hate America. They are doing their best to discourage people from participating and I think that is, in part, because the first one held in June had more than 5 million people across the country take part. The estimates are that this day of rallies will be even larger, both in number of locations and number of people participating. So, of course, they want to try and bring that number down by making people afraid.
They also want us to be afraid to raise our voices against them. They want people to be silent sheep who will be ruled by them and remain quiet no matter how badly they try to damage and kill our democracy.
I can’t do that. I do not want to be ruled by fear of these madmen. I refuse to be ruled by fear of a mad wannabe king.
Gandhi said, “Silence becomes cowardice when occasion demands speaking out the whole truth and acting accordingly.”
The fear I have, the fear that motivates me to engage this way, is that the country I leave my children and grandchildren, will be a country that does not allow the freedoms I had. That it will be a country that is ruled by demented people who do not believe or defend the freedom of speech and the freedom to exercise “Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” as promised in the Declaration of Independence that our forefathers sought when breaking away from a ruling king 250 years ago.
THAT is the fear that lives in me now.
When this nightmare is over, and part of the reason for these rallies is to end this nightmare, we will see that there were three kinds of people in this country. Those who stood against Trump and his destruction of American values, those who enabled him, and those who watched and did nothing.
I could never be part of the second kind and do not want to be part of the third kind.
So I hope you understand that I love you and value your feelings and worries, but I won’t be able to not try and do my part to bring this country back to what it was before Trump and his followers. I feel that I HAVE to stand against his desire and intention to rule this country like a king. This country belongs to THE PEOPLE!
By my rough estimate, there were between 500 to 600 people in attendance. We saw NO counter protesters, no National Guard or military presence, no ICE presence and I observed one uniformed city police officer who mostly stood across the street and watched for any kind of disturbance. Though I didn’t see any (because, you know, you’re not SUPPOSED to see them), I feel sure there had to be undercover law enforcement in the crowd.
But no one gave law enforcement any reason to take action.
The gathering was raucous but respectful, passionate but peaceful, and determined but decidedly nice.
In a word; it was fun.
Fun to be with people who want to stand for democracy and against monarchy. Fun to see so many gathered together in a peaceful protest. Fun to know that there ARE still those who stand for America. Fun to feel like we were doing our part, even as small as it was, to say No Kings in our country.
I would estimate that 80% of people who drove by honked in support, waved or smiled as we lined the streets, 10% did nothing, and 10% gave us the one-finger salute or a thumbs down. One old fart (I can describe him as such because I’m an old fart), leaned out of his pickup truck window and said, “We don’t have a king, we have a President, so what are you people protesting? What are you protesting? Dumbass people.”
As one of our number said when the old fart drove off, “You can’t fix stupid, so let it go.“
After two hours, we left feeling good, feeling better about participating, and feeling tired, lol. Us old farts can’t stand for so long (I brought a chair for Cindy so she could sit, but it was still in the full Georgia sun) or chant for so long as our younger protesters, but we gave it our best shot. And that is all any of us can do.
No Kings!
October 5th of each year is observed as National Kiss A Wrestler Day and, since I’ve done a bit of wrestling but never gotten kissed for it, I thought we’d talk about that today.
I may have mentioned before that I was attending professional wrestling matches in Tampa, Florida before I was even born. My mom and dad would attend matches at the Fort Homer Hesterly Armory in West Tampa when my mom was pregnant with me, so my interest in it was baked in. My dad and I (and my younger brother when he got a little older) would watch Florida Championship Wrestling with Gordon Solie on TV every Saturday and any other televised wrestling shows that the local TV stations in South Florida would air.
So, when I got to high school, I joined the Junior Varsity wrestling team. I was big and strong and flexible (boy do I miss those days!) for a freshman, but I was in for a shock. I couldn’t jump off the top rope (there were no ropes, just mats), couldn’t clothesline my opponent, couldn’t choke slam my opponent, drop kick my opponent, give my opponent a bionic elbow (all praise to Dusty Rhodes), or put my opponent in sleeper hold.
This kind of wrestling was nowhere near as much fun as when my younger brother and I would wrestle each other like we were Jack Brisco and Dory Funk, Jr.
I left the team after the first season.

Then, when I was in my mid-40’s, I had the chance to wrestle for a local promotion in Orlando, Florida for several matches. It was a lot of fun but it was something I was doing while I was out of a job and so as soon as I got a job there was no more time (or energy) for the fun of semi-professional wrestling.
But, in each of those forays into wrestling, I never got kissed while wrestling or afterward when I won or lost. Not by my girlfriend and not by my wife. I feel like I have some catching up to do in the Kiss A Wrestler Day department.
Anyway, if you know a wrestler, make their day on this National Kiss A Wrestler Day and give ’em a big one!
Before Bella, there was Wolf. And Wolf passed away 15 years ago today, September 29, 2010.

I wrote about that horrible night on this blog before. Even reading through it again today brought tears to my eyes and heaviness to my heart.
But I always want him to know we have never forgotten him and his quirky personality.
Rest In Peace, Wolf. You are always loved and always missed.

Happy National Daughter’s Day.
I have one daughter by blood, AnnMarie.
I remember the first time I laid eyes on my daughter shortly after she was born so many years ago. I felt as if my entire world had changed, and it had. I thought, “I have to be the best person I can be to try and provide for her, raise her and love her like she deserves.” And I tried but I look back now and see SO many mistakes I made that I have to wonder how she grew into the amazing person she is today. My heart is filled with absolute pride, not for me as a father, but for her as a woman and a human being that embodies all the best of what we should be as people. She makes me thankful every day that she is my daughter.
Princess, you are the best!


In addition to my daughter by blood I have a daughter by marriage, Amber, who is my step-daughter. It would be extremely difficult to find someone with a more giving spirit than Amber. She has a heart that is as big as it needs to be in order to embrace folks who are in need or hurting. She comes by that honestly through her own mom.
And I have another daughter by marriage, Wendy, who is my daughter-in-law. Wendy personifies strength and stability. She powers through health issues that are not visible, and the pain that accompanies them, to be a supportive wife and loving mom.

As someone once wisely said, “A daughter is a gift of love.”
Happy National Daughter’s Day to mine and all the daughters in the world.
My darling, my love; I wish you the happiest of birthdays and thank you for being the candle in my life that never goes out and the beautiful face I never grow tired of gazing upon.
Happy Birthday!

Happy Felt Hat Day!
I bought my first felt hat more than a decade ago at a General Store not far from our cabin in North Carolina. It has been one of my favorite hats through the years.

It was on this date, September 8th in 1966 that the first episode of Star Trek titled “The Man Trap” aired on NBC in the United States (lucky Canadian viewers got to see it on September 6th). I was 11 years old and loved it! Star Trek Day began in 2020, celebrating the anniversary date of the original Star Trek series airing and so in that spirit I wish you all a Happy Star Trek Day!

But I have celebrated this day BEFORE it became an official observance.
My dad was a westerns guy and so a lot of what I saw on TV before this was shows like Wagon Train, Gunsmoke, Bonanza and the like. But we were entering the space age of TV shoes like The Jetsons (1962), Lost in Space (1965), and Star Trek. This prepubescent boy’s attention was on science fiction and the future. And Star Trek made it look very appealing.
Star Trek was created by the late Gene Roddenberry. Set in the twenty-third century, it followed the Starship USS Enterprise, captained by James T. Kirk, who was played by William Shatner. It also featured an alien (Vulcan) science officer with pointed ears known as Mr. Spock, played by Leonard Nimoy, and a cantankerous ship’s doctor, Leonard McCoy, played by DeForest Kelley. Other main characters were an Asian helm officer, a Scottish chief engineer, a female African-American communications officer and a Russian pilot.
Talk about DEI and being “woke”!
Besides the above mentioned Original Series, there have been seven other television series: Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager, Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek: Discovery, Picard Star Trek: Strange New Worlds AND the upcoming Star Trek: Academy.
There have also been three animated series and numerous films.
I’ve seen every iteration of Star Trek except the original animated series and the animated Lower Decks and Prodigy series. I’ve read the books, magazines and online fiction. I’ve attended some conventions, heard some of the stars speak in person.
I’ve even sat in the Captain’s chair aboard the USS Enterprise.

The world of Star Trek is a world I wish we could live in today.
Because the overriding idea of Star Trek is that WE CAN BE BETTER. WE CAN DO BETTER. WE CAN TREAT PEOPLE BETTER. Yes, there’s adventure and fun and action and bug-eyed monsters BUT… we CAN become a better people.
It’s what keeps us looking forward to the future instead of backwards to the past.
Happy Star Trek Day!
Happy National Grandparents Day to all you grandparents who WON’T be wished a Happy National Grandparents Day by your own grandchildren. We feel your pain.

Traditionally, National Grandparents Day has been observed since recognition by President Jimmy Carter in 1978 as the first Sunday after Labor Day. That is, if it’s remembered at all.
I can say that because, heck, I don’t recall ever wishing my own grandparents, or at least my surviving grandmother, a Happy National Grandparents Day and she was with us for 21 years after it’s official recognition.
So, to all of you unremembered grandparents out there I say, Happy National Grandparents Day!