The Halloween perspective....

I checked the stats and as a species on the whole, we're just a bit embarrassing.

49% thought tonight was all about the candy.

Another 49% were 100% certain, that tonight was about the spookiness.

1% made it clear to the entire world that it took a little bit of both, to make Halloween itself actually happen.

Then just to give us some hope as a species,


Baby "Em" showed up to make things right.

If you don't get it, you just don't know jack.


To my faithful readers, my sincerest thanks.
To those that drop in occasionally, it means an awful lot.
If you just found the place, welcome!

Tonight however to baby "Em,"

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

The healing process continues....

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree.

The wounds remain.

In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.”

~ Rose F. Kennedy

That Rose gal, she knew shit!

Since my 12 minutes with Matt, there have been several moments related to them. Most notably a funeral and a dozen or so self inflicted sequestering sessions, to help me sort out my own thoughts and emotions on his loss.

I’m not sure if my attendance at Matt’s funeral was the right or wrong thing to do but one thing seems apparent, I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Discomfort loomed throughout the entire ceremony. There were no looks or statements making me feel as such. No, the feelings were generated from deep within my own being. Hell I couldn’t explain to myself why I was actually there, let alone attempt to answer the question from one of Matt’s loved ones, had I actually been asked at the time.

I quite simply was just there to watch and feel this kid, draw his last breath of life on this planet.

It was obvious that any form of rest had eluded him. His age appeared to have doubled since we last met at the hospital, just a few short days before. Where once just those mere days before, I was certain that I could have been him or him me. I could see and feel the pain in his heart pulling at his eyes but then again, it had only been six days since the loss of his son. It was clear through those eyes however that it was much, much more than an empty heart that made this particular man, somewhat comfortably acknowledge my existence in a horrible and very surreal situation, for him personally.

With his nod and his extended hand towards me, my eye contact seemed to fall deep into a void. A void that had once quite obviously, totally been filled full of living and everything life. For just a moment or so, I was sure I could hear my thoughts echo within the man in front of me. That hollow shell where once life and everything to do with it had been so very alive, incredible and vibrant. I wanted to say something, but what? What could I say to make everything alright for a loving Father, that had so very recently lost his only Son?

After a brief moment, he spoke first instead.

“Can I get your number Bammer?”

It had been about three months or so since the funeral, just enough time for me to process the whole situation. At least at first to me, that was how I was rationalizing my recently renewed happiness. After all if I’m happy after such a horrible event, enough time must have passed to make it right, right?

*ring~ring*

‘Hello’

“Uh…Bammer?”

I could feel my brain process at least a hundred detailed points of information in just that second. The right thing to say, something to say and not fuck it up or more accurately, correctly hold back and avoid using all those terribly wrong words, at a very critical and delicate time.

“How are you doing” was quite thankfully, forced back down into my gullet.

Matt’s Dad wanted to get together to talk. It seems his Mother was undergoing some therapy and could never find the time to talk it all out but Matt’s Dad, he just wanted to talk.

OH, and he wanted to talk to me.

A bar perhaps or maybe a small coffee shop would fit the bill a bit better, for the mood required for such a discussion. Instead and based solely on my own comfort factors that I thought I could apply to this man that once could’ve been me, I offered up the back deck.

A moment of discomfort was experienced at first, as the handshake vs. hug decision took a little bit of time. As intelligent and caring men are often capable of doing, we eventually settled on both. The strength of his heart blatantly paling in comparison to that of his hand, as we hugged the way that men are supposed to. It honestly felt a bit like a movie at first. Then it just felt like two men, both that had shared a grievous loss. My loss not nearly as clear as the loss of the man in front of me but still the same, from the expression on that man’s face at that particular time, my loss was indeed still a loss just the same.

I poured a drink for us both and then quite simply the two of us, just copped a squat out back on the deck. We then proceeded to cover Matt’s first ten years on this planet, from beginning to middle. The man in front of me became resurgent more and more, as the incredibly proud Father of his fine young Matt.

The stories became pride.

That pride soon became total joy and happiness and then it was quite obvious that this joy and happiness, very simply became a sensation of a wonderful life, despite an horrific death. This pride built in the reliving of a life left too short and totally and unequivocally, from just that one man’s perspective. A perspective far from lost on yours truly.

Rather than that drained and aging old man I’d met that day, as I made an appearance at his son’s funeral, the man on my deck was resplendent with detail and loving every single moment of it.

The transition was physically palpable as with each story his eyes, no, he himself became more and more alive with his words. His tone breathed life into every single tale, as I did my best to enjoy and truly listen to, every single one of his words.

After a few hours of stories and really getting to know one another, we eventually agreed to meet again in the near future. After all, we had ten more years of Matt’s life to go over together and honestly, no one was going to deprive either of us of that privilege or honour.

For the record, that day now takes the spot at the top of my list of things I really look forward to doing and also for the record, that day just happens to be this Saturday night in Bedrock.

*ring~ring*

‘Hello’

“Uh…Bammer, you doing anything Saturday night?”

The words simply flowed freely from my lips this time.

'I am now.'

Perhaps it's true that this kid also needs the therapeutic aspects of talking about it, every bit as much as Matt’s Dad did. (and still does?) For I know one thing for absolute certain, young Matt has left an indelible impression on me, and that just won’t go away.

Not that I ever really want it to.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Things you want the Casino cashier to say....

"Holy crap!
That's a lot of zeros Bammer!!!!"


;)

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Poker 'Funnies'....

I really miss this place!
You know?

Poker's kinda' been like an old, very bad, blind date.
I see her everywhere now of course and like a smart man, I initially run! Then as I look back to make sure I'm free and clear she sets her gaze in my direction and somehow, I just can't manage to avoid that damn dreaded eye contact.

I yell "beyatch" of course but you all know the truth of the matter, no one gives a crap about the screaming man.
It's in the news everyday.
You can look that shit up, I has witnesses!

So somehow I always manage to get drawn deeper into the depths of NLHE.

I think I'll try to keep it as upbeat as I can though, so here's a look at a few of the Poker "Funnies" from the week that was.

Funny #1 ~

This is the sixth hand in a 90 man knockout. The guy has disconnected for 10 seconds before the flop, 10 more after it, continues to disconnect for 10 seconds after the turn and naturally, disconnects for exactly ten more seconds before calling my river re-raise.


Had I known it was really that bad, I would've jammed him all-in!

Funny #2 ~

This guy called my 4x re-raise of his min-raise pre-flop, then checked it to the river. Where I managed to score a lil' sumpin' sumpin' and he had a choice to make.

He could re-raise my bet, fold or....


do the right thing and call, making a comment afterwards of course!

Funny #3 ~

I'd noticed a distinct connection between a few players at this one table in another of the knockout games I've been playing. Several times throughout, I'd been getting some rather condescending comments after a big'ish win or two during the game.

This pre-flop min-raise call and turn jam by me, for example.


I sense a little less than sincerest wishes there don't you?

Funny #4 ~

A little later at the same table I wondered when you sit at a table with your pals, it's prolly smarter to use some form of IM etc., when actually playing the game. Oh, maybe they were?!!! Perhaps these fellows just had issues with cut and paste?

Polysaccharid: I got crap but with your AQ you should jam him
calmex76: go for it :)


I <3 getting lucky!

Funny #5 ~

In this hand, I'm hammered!

It's late, Scotch is flowing and the cards, not so much.
But even a drunk'ish me had to take a moment and properly bow with decorum, to the splendor of the Ace high win!



Funny #6 ~

And finally a small amount of run good.
Only in my direction for a change.

Dude's bustin' my balls with re-raise after re-raise. Being a tad bit happy, (see funny #5) I've had enough and jam the stack with a one high hand.


So funny as it sounds, I just sucked out on someone else for a change.

Now THAT my dear reader, is pretty damn funny!

We now return you to your regularly scheduled, empty space in Bedrock.

Miss you all tons.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

You know what we should do?....


See you there!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

A Brandy Night....

Occasionally around the cave here, if you hold your tongue just right and do your best to pay attention to your surroundings, you'll run into what we have branded, A Brandy Night.

It starts with returning home from an exceptional weekend away with both, Fred and Wilma. We had issues getting insurance for Fred for a planned trip to Vegas. The immediate alternative of course became the local Casinos, of both Rama and Niagara. All three of which we could make a day trip of and be home in plenty of time for a couple hours sleep, before a nice big family breakfast. That feature alone, takes all of the fun out of the trip for Fred. It is a bit of time at a Casino, (Fred's fav) but it's just not really getting away.

We compromised.


*Pic sucks I know! Try taking good ones yourself, after emptying a bottle (or three) of 15 YR old Glen Livet on the house. ;)

Seneca Casino is right across the river in Niagara Falls NY. Close enough to get back to our all important health care but, across the border and feeling a little more like an actual road trip. Win-Win for Fred!

Coming home is always pretty special for Peb's and I. It's pretty hard to describe our love for the cave and all of it's surroundings really. Coming home to some is all about a house and familiarity and honestly, that makes me sad just a touch. It makes me wish that those that do just that, could somehow magically experience the feeling of home. Something that hits you where you really live you know? (FWIW ~ I truly hope so!)

Our evening return started with a display of colour that will always in my humble opinion, put the lights of Vegas to shame. The red, green, yellow and orange hues in our Deciduous and Coniferous area, could put any artist's pallet to the test. At least according to the local artist, our very own Not-So-Mini-Pebs.

Some out there will always pine for the slightly moist yet warming comfort, that a western ocean breeze can provide. Others fall faint at the sight of a 90 foot shadow from a six-foot Golfer at 10 PM in July, while striding a course somewhere in South Cacalacky. We once even heard a very, very kind man extol the virtues of The Aurora Borialus so resplendently, once in Alaska we were sure we'd found Mecca and all of the incredible bounty that only she the resplendent, could possibly have had to offer. Only to have that fine gentleman who became a truly good friend to us both, become as speechless as a monk once a Brandy Night, made it's way so very deep in to his soul. For the record, we both wept as we watched him.

The making of a Brandy Night

Take a warming Sunset over the backyard and add a few Willows, white & silver Birches and of course, one or two 100 year old Oak trees for perfection. Allow the setting Sun to kiss as it were, only the tippy tops of said phenomenal and can I just add, perfect woodage.


Once at that point, do your best to avoid allowing the sight of the brilliant yellow against the truly darkest and deepest red Maples you have ever seen in your life to sink in, just a touch. To take it to absolute perfection for a Brandy Night, allow yourself a moment to forget what just may be happening BEHIND your home! Trust me kids, this totally takes a Brandy Night to an entirely new level!

As the brilliance starts to fade in front of your eyes, something like a tropical Caribbean Sunset, a good Brandy Night will include the remembrance that hey IDIOT! A little sumpin' sumpin, just may be happening in your own friggin' backyard!


Something that combines the taking of and the putting in of,


the wind in your sails.

Something that makes you hold your breath for so long,


you find yourself feeling a little weak in the knees, just at the resplendent sight you find in front of you.

When you see it for yourself hopefully, you'll find it to be the perfect Brandy Night for you and your loved one(s).


All this to say my dear reader, I know I can't write worth a shit. At least not nearly good enough to put into words, how truly amazing the view tonight really was. I also know my eye for a picture is lacking the subtlety and magnification required, to truly capture the mood on a really good Brandy Night here at the cave.

But hopefully my friends you've lived a few dozen if not more, Brandy Nights of your own.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....