The Great Florida Trip of 2012- And on the Seventh Day
I was woken at 6:14am by the soothing and gentle strains of a woman, "Can someone call 911!" The words pierced my eardrums and I realized I wasn't dreaming it, nor was I going to get out of bed and investigate it. After all, there are many other people staying here and all rooms are equipped with phones. The other thing, the hero business I'm not in, choosing otherwise to mind my own. And, if you really know me, you'd would realize that I don't like to be involved with pretty much: everything. My girlfriend can attest to that. #firstjokeoftheblog
I would help someone out in a pinch if I saw it happening or if it was happening to me. To actually, get out of bed, put on my blue sweat pants, tee shirt and Bruins cap on would be a "to do" and to me above and beyond the call of duty. I tend to think, someone else will take care of it, there can only be one hero. The one that decides to get out of bed.
The other reason I didn't get up was because she didn't have a frantic tone to her voice. It sounded more mundane, like she's said this many times over, kind of like that woman that works at the supermarket that calls for customer help in the dairy isle. It had that vibe to it.
The other thing I figured out was that I'm actually staying in a low income housing building. I can't prove it but that's what my senses are telling me based on the last couple of day's events. It's low incoming housing posing as an extended stay hotel. Thanks Craig's list! I found the deal there, Craigslist.org. What kind of name is Craig anyway? Craigslist has steered me wrong more times than Tim Tebow has thanked the Lord.
Only in Florida can you stay at such a place. Florida, the inspiration for the show, "Cops". Remember that show? When reality t.v as "real". Staying here I get the feeling that I am indeed on a reality show. I sleep in my clothes just in case the cops come to my door and accidentally arrest me. I don't want to be that guy with no shirt on. I won't have them pixelate my face either. I need the television credit.
Later in the morning I met up with my old tennis coach. He's a brilliant man and knows tennis inside and out. At one point he coached the Bryan Brothers, if you know tennis this is a huge deal. Also, he's just a cool guy to hang out with and talk about the world, that sort of thing. One of the reasons I came to Florida was to meet up with him and take a couple of lessons, because quite frankly, my forehand has been horrendous for a few years now. That problem got solved and I'm back on the path of having a world class forehand, in my age bracket of course, don't want to get too cocky. But, there will be some payback dished out this summer I assure you.
There was a breakthrough or two today for sure and it makes me feel great. I feel when my tennis game is on, I'm on in the game of life.
I would help someone out in a pinch if I saw it happening or if it was happening to me. To actually, get out of bed, put on my blue sweat pants, tee shirt and Bruins cap on would be a "to do" and to me above and beyond the call of duty. I tend to think, someone else will take care of it, there can only be one hero. The one that decides to get out of bed.
The other reason I didn't get up was because she didn't have a frantic tone to her voice. It sounded more mundane, like she's said this many times over, kind of like that woman that works at the supermarket that calls for customer help in the dairy isle. It had that vibe to it.
The other thing I figured out was that I'm actually staying in a low income housing building. I can't prove it but that's what my senses are telling me based on the last couple of day's events. It's low incoming housing posing as an extended stay hotel. Thanks Craig's list! I found the deal there, Craigslist.org. What kind of name is Craig anyway? Craigslist has steered me wrong more times than Tim Tebow has thanked the Lord.
Only in Florida can you stay at such a place. Florida, the inspiration for the show, "Cops". Remember that show? When reality t.v as "real". Staying here I get the feeling that I am indeed on a reality show. I sleep in my clothes just in case the cops come to my door and accidentally arrest me. I don't want to be that guy with no shirt on. I won't have them pixelate my face either. I need the television credit.
Later in the morning I met up with my old tennis coach. He's a brilliant man and knows tennis inside and out. At one point he coached the Bryan Brothers, if you know tennis this is a huge deal. Also, he's just a cool guy to hang out with and talk about the world, that sort of thing. One of the reasons I came to Florida was to meet up with him and take a couple of lessons, because quite frankly, my forehand has been horrendous for a few years now. That problem got solved and I'm back on the path of having a world class forehand, in my age bracket of course, don't want to get too cocky. But, there will be some payback dished out this summer I assure you.
There was a breakthrough or two today for sure and it makes me feel great. I feel when my tennis game is on, I'm on in the game of life.
Posted by Tony Moschetto at 1/17/2012 3:23 PM 
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
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