I woke up today and went to church. However, the schedule today was different….I missed the service completely. So I went to Starbucks on Peachtree in midtown Atlanta and sat down with a coffee and the New York Times, which btw has a great story about what happened when the Horizon Drill Rig blew up. A guy behind me asked one of the barista’s about a refill coffee, and they said, ‘it is 54 cents’. He just sat there, so I turned around to give him a dollar for a refill. He was not in Sunday clothes to say the least and his hours spent last night and/or this am in the frigid cold and snow was telling. He was happy to be inside the safe Starbucks….hoping not to be kicked out. When I left, he approached me to thank me and asked for a little more money for breakfast….I gave him 2 more dollars….(it was that or a 20 dollar bill). I’m sure me giving him money was at the dismay of the good employees at the Starbucks that have to deal with the homeless so often.
Later this afternoon, I went to the gym at LA Fitness Ansley Mall. After working out a friend called just as I was leaving. I went to sit down inside where it is warm while talking to him, but noticed trash on the chair. Oh, just pick it up I thought and sit down. Well, the trash was a wadded up 10 dollar bill. God paid back my small deed quite fast today I guess. 🙂 I am just hoping the person that lost it didn’t need it. Is this what giving is all about? I know many others have similar stories. The more you give, the more you receive. From my experience, it really is true. It doesn’t usually happen like this!
I’m quite a spiritual person as most of you know…as are most of my friends. I’ve noticed the coincidences and unexplained happenings on the rise…probably because I’m paying attention, but maybe not.
However, I also notice little things at my Church that have ‘evolved’ in the attempt to be welcoming….but as I reflect on that, I admit I’m not sold on that. The imbalance of the world without ‘organized religion’ is not something I want to experience so I guess we all just have to tolerate the process of religion if we don’t totally agree or understand. Or do we?
Merry Christmas and a very prosperous, caring, giving, get involved, be concerned, and open to the opinions of others….NEW YEAR!!!
Cedar Key is a tiny fishing village on the Gulf of Mexico….foreign tourists don’t miss this place when they come to Florida yet most Americans have never heard of it. I suggest you go there expecting that you will wonder why you’re there when you get there! Just poke around, eat some seafood, and learn the history. You will want to go back I’m pretty sure, and yet you still won’t know just why.
Cumberland Island once again lured me for New Years Eve. A pig roast at the barn with a wonderful array of people and great music is not a bad way to ring in the new year.
Palm Beach….the wealthy people that reide here over the winter appear immune to the recession ….it really was beautiful, and one friend was entertaining in the surf when he isn’t entertaining on tour!
A happy surfer…lookn for a shaker of salt.
Bobbo Air on Cedar Key tarmac
This is all there is, and plenty enough to enjoy! Cedar Key rocks.
Gogo lookn for bones
Pig Roasting on an open fire….
Ben and I and a couple of HdeM Galahad’s
The ‘Car Boys’ hosted one of the most amazing New Year’s Eve Parties at their home in Palm Beach (you’d best visualize a stunning gated stone mansion). Yes, if fun times, exciting conversation (with exception of my very short one with Margo Kidder), stylish people (dressed fancily in everything from jeans to tuxedo’s), and lavish everything else beyond description with a dash of racy counts, this party would impress you too. This party was so perfect, it makes gala events you see on TV look cheesy. So, I report that it appears that some in Palm Beach have not particularly given a shit about the downturn. My friend DB points out that the test will be what happens after new years when the Society Pages look for Philanthropists to photo. Stay tuned. While most of my past New Year Eve parties have been less fancy, I did wear that expensive shirt I bought in Paris last June…it drew a few comments so my inner wardrobe fretting was quickly put to rest and made me feel somewhat better about that extravagant and unnecessary expenditure. The flowers that graced the buffet were stunning. I’m sure they alone cost more than 99% of the New Years Eve parties around the Globe. Fine Champagne was poured freely and the outdoor table was loaded with mounds of delicious foods that never ran out. A full complement of bartenders were making sure you were adequately over-served if necessary. They had it all, even shooters poured into a trench dug into an ice sculpture that said ‘2009’ so to be properly chilled before allowed to bother your lovely throat.
Lunch on Friday at Mar a Lago was stunning. I had never been before and after a simple lunch on the terrace with friends we took a gentleman’s stroll around the lavish grounds of the former winter home of Miz Merriweather Post, the cereal heiress. Hey, don’t fret if you were born without a kazillion…everybody can be a somebody in Bobbo’s world because it’s what you accumulate on the inside that matters most here.
I know people are hurting financially, and many are in denial of their lost wealth. No one knows how bad this one turns out to be. Bobbo.com is all about someone that is very lucky, knows it and makes this effort to share it. One of my friends Dr. E. R. gives simple advice….’just keep smiling’. (he’s suffering from Parkinsons and a stubborn son that won’t talk to him). I say hell yes to that advice Doc. We’ll just deal with it, but let’s not be in denial, times is gonna be tough for awhile.
What ever is wrong with a trip to Key West? Not very much, especially when you get to do some fishing in between ‘Duval Crawl’s’. My friend JL is keeper of the Buffett empire along the old shrimp boat docks and was working hard to get the recording studio ready for the arrival of Jimmy and his new project, a performer from Africa. He let me inside to say hello to Jimmy, (see pic) who I’d not seen in quite some time. He had just flown in from St. Barts where he ‘had a blast’. He’s looking fit as ever in case you are wondering. I often hear, “Bobbo, you have the best life.” I figure it’s like this; first best gig going is Willard Scott, the next is Jimmy Buffett, and then ME!!
Fishing aboard the “Dos Locos” is interesting. The boat has one owner, three captains, no mate, no particular strategy, and a cooler full of Budweiser.
Brian was at his usual bartending gig at the Hogs Breath. Bubba the worlds greatest fisherman that acts like he doesn’t know how to bait a hook was recovering from the flu. Kerry and Diane hosted a New Years Day turnip and blackeyed pea buffet with fried chicken. Life is good down there, and I’m going back soon.
San Miguel de Allende – New Year’s 2005