THE EXCITING/ADVENTUROUS/NO GOOD/HORRIBLE/ TERRIBLE VEGAS TRIP pt1

Recently, several people have inquired how I got into the business of Blogging. Although my profession was teaching, I fancied myself a writer having authored several nonfiction texts for young people and labored over the Ultimate Memoir/Fiction tome-All The Lies Are True.

I was also a modern day Griot (storyteller) and known for regaling party goers, polite strangers and insomniac phone callers with my tales.

After a life changing visit to Vegas, I found myself retelling the adventure over and over to the delight of the listeners. (Funny how people take pleasure in others’ misery).

So I decided to start a Blog and post the Vegas Tale there for all the world to see.

It is a long tale. But each segment ONLY takes 6 min. To Read

I will be posting it in weekly segments… always conscious of the time constraints of busy Readers.

Part 1 awaits…..Enjoy!

It all started back in March when the Unnamed one asked me to accompany him on a trip to the wild wild west for a family reunion.

Mind you, this is not his true family, but some kind people he lived with as a teen and who considered him their ‘brother’.

I had previously accompanied the Unnamed one a few years prior to the lovely Myrtle Beach for a similar event and made note that summer months in MB are not for the faint of heart…the humidity and heat is akin to running with scissors.

But the chance of going to Vegas made me go blind and lose my mind for a moment and I said yes.

Blinded by the visions of desert, cactus, prairie flowers, casinos, bright lights, and the Bellagio fountain, plans were made, Expedia was googled, booking a wonderful package via Delta complete with a room with a view at the mgm grand.

My first hint that something was askew happened when Delta changed our return flight time. This meant we either checked out of the hotel and wandered the halls of the grand (must be a marketing ploy for the casino) or pay for a whole ‘nother night and remain in the room a few hours until flight time.

But problem solved when I remembered I was in possession of a coupon for a free room in Vegas courtesy of eldest daughter T who had sweet talked me and my cash into going with her and youngest daughter J in the dead of February to Atlantic city via the ‘hound’. That is another Adventure not to be regaled here.

For all of you horror movie fans, this is when the music changes and you start to clutch your seat.

What I failed to notice in the email from Delta was not only had Delta changed the flight time, they had also assigned us new seats which were 12 rows apart from each other!

Did I mention that neither the Unnamed one nor I had been on a plane since 911? I, who used to blithely fly from LA to the East Coast and then anywhere else my wandering soul wanted to go, suddenly found myself earthbound and limited to snail travel.

But we rationalized it would be foolish to drive or take the train to Vegas. The only way to go was in the friendly skies and besides we would be together if something happened, wouldn’t we?

And we’re off…bright, sunshiny morning. Bags weighed and measured, liquids and powders in right sized containers, easy to remove shoes…we were the perfect travelers.

I got pulled over by the TSA as soon as I walked through the scanner. The frisker said it was my cell phone. What? it’s in the bin like the sign said. Wand waver took out a special cloth and calmly wiped the phone around the edges, slid it across a machine and smirked, You’re okay…have a nice flight.

And a nice flight was had by all. An hour and a half later, we descended into ATL with enough time to grab lunch and run/walk/take a people mover to the gate for our connecting flight.

Did I mention that the Unnamed one sustained an insect bite while we were in the ATL airport? (I think they are attracted to people with high alcohol counts in their blood).

This Reader, is what is known in literary circles as Foreshadowing.

We arrived in Vegas tired but happy to be on the ground. The temperature was a mere 100 degrees as we waited for a pricey shuttle to take us to the mgm grand. They did not offer free service, one of the many things I was about to learn about the not so grand, grand.

Business was a little slow at the front desk, however, a couple next to us was engaged in a serious discussion with the clerk about the condition of their room.

Words like substandard, dank, dismal were being tossed around by the angry, red faced man. Having been the recipient of some poorly outfitted hotel rooms in the past, I was all ears and calmly asked the clerk about the room we were being given.

She looked at me as if I had had just arrived from Pluto and said tartly, It is a king like you requested, ma’am and is 350 square feet!

She then pointed to pictures from a notebook showing what seemed to be a modern, stylish room.

After paying the abhorrent daily ‘resort fee’ (not mentioned in the Expedia small print), She politely directed us to the West Wing where we were instructed to walk down a long corridor, turn left, pass through the bar, continue on to the row of elevators that would deliver us to our suite.

Hah, words fail me. The corridor was indeed long and dark and painted with some metal gray color left over from a battleship. The rug reeked with the scent of wet feet and musk. I could barely breathe by the time we got to the room, as we were in what appeared to be the basement of the grand.

And the room. Someone must have photoshopped the picture she showed us. Yes, it had a king bed, but there was no desk, no drawer, no tub…only a shower and the view of an alley. It didn’t even have a coffee pot.

I later learned that Starbucks was doing booming business selling caffeine craving guests their expensive $10 a cup coffee.

Motel 6 had better rooms, I groaned. But this was the great mgm grand. Beyoncé and Jayz had stayed here. Surely, there had been a mistake.

I was disheartened but summoned up the strength after our $70 dinner of Mexican food (isn’t that just beans and cheese?) to call Expedia and complain about the accommodations.

Any of you readers who have dealt with these third party booking services already know what I am about to tell you.

The representative was in the Philippines. He was reading a script. He was sorry I was having a problem. But there was nothing to be done.

Oh, you want to speak to my supervisor? She is in a neighboring country, but hold on a minute.

20 minutes later. The supervisor connected. She listened patiently. And then informed me that she would note my concern about the room and the misleading information on the website for Future use.

BUT I would have to take up the room issue with the grand because Expedia had NO relationship with them and no power to change the room. Is there anything else I can help you with?

The heat, the stifling air, the loud noises of partygoers in the hallway, the sudden 4 hour time change And the two margueritas And shot of Patron together with the $70 nouveau chille relleno all conspired against me and I surrendered to that wonderful panacea…sleep.

I would deal with this, or rather I would have the Unnamed one deal with this in the morning.

But wait, tomorrow was our trip to the Grand Canyon and the bus was scheduled to leave at 6 a.m. sharp…was that eastern or mountain time…so the room issue would have to wait.

And so will you dear Reader for Part 2 of the Exciting, Adventurous, no good, horrible, terrible*Las Vegas trip.

(*Reference to popular children’s book about Alexander)

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The Revolution Will Not Be Televised… Or Posted on Instagram, Twitter or Facebook

WE interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important message!
The Revolution will NOT be televised
or posted on Instagram
or Facebook
or snap chat
or twitter.

Brother Gil Scott sounded the alarm

Malcolm and Martin

already gone

Huey. Fred. Angela. and countless unnamed Others have led the charge

For dignity.
Community.
Free food.
Brotherhood /sisterhood.

A Voice.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

The Community of Brothers Behind Bars
serving time
for victimless crimes
must be freed.

Enrollment at

Instituitions of Higher Learning

must replace crack dens,

Measuring grams,

Driving while black,

Killing of our boys and men

Wake up! Wake up!
Social media is not real
it is a Medium
designed by the 10 percent
for control of the 90.

Anesthetizing Our Youth

Dulling Their Brilliant Minds

Gaming Gaming

Does Not Rule.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

We have already lost too much Time.

Vietnam /PTSD /Homelessness /Brother can you spare a Dime?

Visiting your baby daddy in

Lockup has become a Thang.

Abusing your Queen has

become a Thang.

Shooting Sperm in Multiple

Girls has become a New

Sport.

Fatherless children the result.

Wake Up !Wake Up!
We Need You.
You are the hope
the light
the Original Rib.

To get to the Future
We Have to Look to the Past.

WE Were the Kings /the pyramid builders/ the Mathematicians/the blood transfusion inventor
…the doctors…the lawyers
And Soldiers who helped SAVE our Native American chiefs.

Do you know Your His-tory /Her-Story?

Anthony/Benjamin/Tyrone/ Rashad/Khalif/Isaiah/ Testimony/Derrick/ Jason/Kendrick/Brother Sean

You are the fruit we have borne.
Do not ripen on the Vine.
Countless numbers are Already Gone.

YOU are OUR Future
Our Kings /Warriors /Griots /Musicians.
Rulers of Obama Nation

The REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

But Will Be Brought To you
Live and …In LIVING COLOR.

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WE interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important message!

The Revolution will NOT be televised

or posted on Instagram

or Facebook

or snap chat

or twitter.

Brother Gil Scott sounded the alarm

Malcolm and Martin were already gone

Huey and Fred and countless unnamed Panthers have led the charge

For  dignity

community

free food

brotherhood /sisterhood

A Voice

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

The Community of Brothers Behind Bars

serving time

for victimless crimes

must be freed

Instituitions of Higher Learning

must replace crack dens,

measuring grams,

driving while black,

killing of our boys and men

Wake up! Wake up!

Social media is not real

it is a Medium

designed by the 10 percent

for control of the 90

Anesthetizing Our Youth

Dulling Their Brilliant Minds

Gaming Gaming does Not Rule

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

We have already lost too much Time

Vietnam /PTSD /Homelessness /Brother…

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Ten Things To Know About Sex After 60…Him/Her

I love research. Think it is the frustrated lawyer in me. Or a holdover from my youth and curiositykilledthecat days.

Recently, I overheard a conversation in the waiting room of my favorite practitioner that got my juices flowing…the creative ones…that is.

Two men were talking about their sex life. Now that they had reached the AARP years.

One was bemoaning his, while the other was relating stories of wild, torrid evenings filled with sexual scenes that could rival any from 50 Shades.

Who to believe? Mr. Sexisdeadafter60 or Mr. ManImgettingmorethanIeverHave

Reader, Sharpen your pencils.

Here are the facts:

The late great Songstress Nancy Wilson was a master of prose, innuendo and Sex

10 good years, 10 good years. All a woman has got is 10 good years…You better get yo man while the getting is good…you better light that fire while you still got wood.

Nancy knew what she was singing about.

According to the Researchers, many of today’s BBs are enjoying a healthy sex life well into their golden years.

Better healthcare, nutrition and medical advances mean BBs are living longer and therefore having sex longer.

According to the experts, Sex after 60 can lead to better number recognition for Mars and better memory for Venus.

Dang, is that why He had all those skeezers’ phone numbers and NO names in his Galaxy 8?…and She could remember all the times HE cheated with them?

Sex is wasted on the young is more than just a saying.

With Maturity comes Intimacy and all roads Do Not lead to wham bam thank you ma’am.

BBs can find real pleasure in hugging, kissing, and the Rom Com staple…Holding Hands.

Sex after 60 equals freedom from worry about having dem Babies. But remember STDs is a Real thing and still transmittable after 60.

Erectile Dysfunction for Lads and Vaginal Dryness for the Ladies can be an issue for some BBs. A trip to your Physician, Pharmacy or Porn store can help with these conditions.

Your Swinging from the Ceiling, Breaking furniture in Every room, Going for 8 hours with 2 snack breaks in between Days are probably OVER.

But new sources of pleasure are at the tip of your tongue, in the KandiKoatedBedroom catalog, or waiting for some new EverReady batteries.

So BBs, grab some granola and a green smoothie. and show them Milennials whatyomamagaveyou!

Peace and Light!

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TECHNOPHOBIA:A 21ST century disorder

Look familiar? These are the ravages of a 21st century disorder!

Hi, I’m Lin. I am a Baby Boomer.

I am not afraid of Technology.

In fact, I was the first on my block (back in the 80s) to have a MAC desktop courtesy of my employer.

And despite my title as a teacher of English, I ran the computer lab and became the unofficial fixer of all problems MAC and otherwise.

Through the years, I graduated from MAC and became a PC user (Higher education folks looked down on us MAC users).

I even became a proud member of Blackboard club and successfully taught freshman English to someone. ( Never sure who the students were since they could easily sit in their basement, blowing smoke and pretending to be on my roster).

Recently, I even enrolled in an online course and literally taught myself.

Glad I didn’t have to pay for that travesty, but it is one of the perks of living to be a ‘senior’. I digress.

Beyond the computer, I have owned a number of smart phones- iphone, Galaxy, Tablets, wireless chargers, blue tooth keyboard,and my most recent toy- headphones that look like slave Necklaces.

HUH..no kidding.

My point Reader, is that I am not a novice when it comes to technology.

And as further evidence, you’re reading a Blog which I singlehandedly setup on this site with only 2 hits to the ‘help’ button and one email to the Happiness Engineer.

My technology concerns however, are not my own but rather global ones.

Because, you see, I fear that we have gotten ourselves in somewhat of a pickle with this whole computer driven society.

For example, Everyday we hear about some Fortune 500 company being hacked resulting in thousands maybe millions who are potential id theft victims.

The government’s response to their own hacking travesty was to provide all hackees with free identity theft services for a few years.

Unfortunately, I was among the latter group.

After spending several hours online providing the id theft fixit people with More of my personal info, it occurred to me what happens if they get hacked…what then?

And in fact, after I was awarded with a user name and a strong verified password by said id theft fixit company, I attempted to log onto my account only to find that my user name and/or password were NOTcorrect.

Duh, Denied access to my own protection site..hmm..is that like the pot calling the kettle black?

After several torturous hours of waiting on the phone for a customer service rep from the id fixit company, I was told someone would have to call me back as they were overwhelmed with other government employees seeking the cure.

Two whole days later, Jenny did call me back. But alas, I was cruising down the Road and couldn’t talk to her.

She hurriedly stated that it would be some time before I would get another crack at a rep so I pulled over to a parking lot and engaged in what turned out to be a fruitless foray into…

Notgettingwhatyouaskedfor.

And despite her assurances, that everything was now fixed, when I returned home and attempted to log onto my id protection site, I was STILL denied access.

And now I sit anxiety ridden waiting for the id theft fixit company emails that pop up in my inbox almost monthly.

Often, it’s just to inform me that another sex offender has moved in my neighborhood. Or company x, y, or z is perusing my Experian report trying to decide if I am worthy of yet another unencrypted credit card.

Despite all of this, Reader, like many of you, I unfortunately drank the kool aid years ago, and continue to participate in using plastic for money, paying Peter and Paul online, shopping at the 24 hour Amazonia, and downloading movies/music when the spirit moves me.

I just pray the Hackers will be gentle.

And P.S. if Russia or China or Nigeria is following my blog

I already gave.

Posted on
December 27, 2015

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Blogging Again…

Well Readers, it has been a minute since I last sat in front of this blinking cursor.

Let’s just say like my grandma Rachel used to say, God required me to ‘sit down’ for a minute.

The genesis for this came in the form of a rear end accident that occured almost 2 years ago while I was parked at the local post office.

Yes, I believe in snail mail…even have all my hate mail/bills directed to a PO box that I check periodically.

I had just left said establishment and was sitting in my car perusing the latest edicts from AARP…10 Best Places to Retire (if you have money, of course) when a loud boom followed by a forceful slamming of my venerable ’99 Cherokee assaulted my body.

The perpetrator of this action was a delivery van backing into my unmoving vehicle (I did say I was parked didn’t I) at a rather high speed for said parking lot.

I saw the lady parked next to me running from her car with a look of fear on her face

And because of the times we live in, I assumed it was some type of attack being rained down on said PO…maybe a worker gone postal…outside the building.

Or perhaps, it was some type of random assault in which I was the starring victim.

But imagination aside, it turned out to be an errant driver-in-a-hurry whose actions turned me into an ‘accident victim.’

This accident rendered me useless for months. I spent long hours lying on heating pads, consuming mildly addicting pain meds and muscle relaxants, begging friends to drive me everywhere including endless visits to physical agony (oops) therapy sessions.

And it culminated in a deja vue experience with former paralegal moi standing in a courtroom pleading my case to an understanding, sympathetic, Boomer age judge.

The legal wrangling alone is worth a Blog, but I was warned by my legal mouthpiece to refrain from discussing my case while it was pending.

And it is now just a mere 1 1/2 years later that this ‘case’ has been resolved and I am able to find my Voice again.

Did she just say that she hasn’t written a Blog in almos’ 18 months cause she had a court case?

Gurl, please, we know you had Writer’s Block.

Or she was working in that flower/ herb/or whatever she growing Jardin.

Well, reader, I wish I could say I was “richer and wiser” because of the experience.

What I can say is that my 60 something year old neck/ back will never be the same again and I think I have PTSD about the Post Office.

So much, in fact,that I just signed up online to pay my yearly PO box fee.

Now, if I could figure out how to get them to mail me the contents of my always bulging box.

Hmm, that might be a way to save the venerable snail mail business.

Well, it’s approaching daylight, And No, my insomnia has not disappeared.

I hope that you will allow me to visit your inbox sometimes when my creative juices are flowing.

As always, I look forward to your comments.

What is a writer without a reader?

But guys, be kind, like Badu said…I’m an artist and sensitive about my sh*t!.