Marion was my college girlfriend, half black and hot. I fell hard for her the day some prof called her up front to do something, and all the class and I could see were these great tits behind a transparent lacy top. She was out there, rocking the class and knew it. I had to have her.

We had some great adventures, lived as a couple in a few different places, dropped acid along the way, and were together for about four years.

Marion came up from inner-city poverty. She used to tell me about the old black guy that paid her well and often to give her head when she was a young girl. She said it was a good deal, she got money and it grew her up to be a horny bitch, as she would say.

One of a kind and it was my privilege to know her.

This is a hard one to do, especially since I think she reads my blog on occasion, but here goes.

Stephanie Hernandez and I met when I was a supervisor and she ran the front desk, at a transit outfit south of Seattle. A weird connection was forming between us as we worked together, especially since she was married with two half grown kids. She's not Mexican but her husband was.

One News Year day I had the day off and was buying seafood at a market while Steph was at work for half a day. I called her at her desk and asked if she would like to drop by my house and share the seafood with me. She had never been there but knew how to get to my house, and she said yes. That one single call was the start of at least a twenty year relationship, I've actually lost track, just like I can't remember the type of seafood. Yet I vividly remember her jumping my bones the instant she walked in the door that afternoon.

Thus the long affair began. It was under wraps for a while, pretty soon the office figured it out, male drivers began glancing slyly at my crotch while the female drivers just smiled. Then her husband and kids figured it out when she moved in with me. And I can understand now how her daughter secretly hated me for this, I don't blame her, but mom was coimplicant.

We became a couple, Riley treated her like his mom and she was alway running him around to things and down to the DMV to work on his license. Her son Junior moved in with us for a while and I liked having him around.

Then my sister called. She was busy setting up her mansion on the Wyoming side of Teton County Idaho in a town called Alta (the richest per-capita place in the U.S. at the time), buying up new property, and invited us to move to Idaho. I drove down there and we looked at places together and the last one we saw was an amazing log home. Three bedroom, two bath, family room, deck, hot-tub, on a half acre of land at the base of the Grand Teton mountains. She bought it later that evening in cash and invited me and Steph (and Junior if he wanted to come) to move in for free.

We accepted, and lived and loved there for many years. It was a great life, sweet memories and no regrets. Steph was a great partner and lover. We would occasionaly get testy with each other but it never lasted. We showered together every morning and washing a fine set of tits from behind was the way I started my day.

We eventually started paying my sister rent but we split every thing right down the middle. I realize now that I incorporated that way of doing things into every relationship I've ever had.

Also, in a pattern I now find myself repeating, I tried to do a good deed and everything went to hell as a result. I wanted to bring my brother Dana to the Valley from the nursing home mess he was in. A group home that cared for other men like Dana had been my client for all those years driving the bus and they were willing to look at bringing him on board.

Unfortunately, my family didn't welcome him, he must of done some shit to offend, I never found out. But I was hurt and decided to leave the Valley. It was the beginning of Steph and I splitting up as I was thinking Arizona and she was thinking Tennessee or Washington. I gave her a fourth of my stash and bought her a truck. She was off to Tennessee and I had no idea where I was going as the last items at our yard sale left the property.

Finally, as we were packing boxes she said sternly "you need to make up your mind" so I said, "fuck it, I'm going to Tennessee with you!". I had this delusion that perhaps I could integrate into her family and find some roots there, which did not work out. Now we never see each other, I miss her, story over...

In the early eighties my friend Steve Smith invited me over to his shop in Oakland to check out his new Apple computer, it was the first to hit the market and I was the computer guy.

One of his employees was a petite fiery redhead named Colleen Bangert. We hooked up later that night at a party at Steve's house, and I met one of her many personalities, the Sex Kitten.

This chick truly had multiple personalities and over a couple of decades, I got to meet them all. My least favorite was the Boxer, where she would use my head as a punching bag.

One time we drove in to Mexico from Arizona, crossed over to Baja on a ferry and were heading north on the peninsula in the middle of a desert, when the Boxer came out. I was in no mood to get my head beat so I kicked her out, at which point she climbed up on a sand dune and sat down, while I drove off. Obviously I didn't leave her there, because Riley would never have been born, but I was tempted.

The Boxer would also come out every time she found me naked in hot tubs with other naked women. She would walk up, pound me on the head, then split. Every time!

Anyway, there are a million stories here that will go untold, because she is my boys mom. Do I have any regrets? Hell no, she allowed me to be Rileys dad, and for that I respect her.

Marcia Amamoto was born to Japanese parents who met in the concentration camps. Her dad went on to build a successful nursery in San Mateo and sent Marci off to UC Berkeley where she graduated second in her class with a teaching degree.

One evening I was hanging out at my friend Milt's house with his wife Suzi and they invited her cousin Marci over for the evening, and we connected. She was just starting her first teaching job at an elementary school, soon discovered she wasn't into it, went into a business career, and we began living together.

We were both making good money and loved to spend it on trendy little French restaurants eating snails. One day we were partying with Dave and Pam (Miss Chinatown USA) up in Sacramento and decided to get married so we went to a little chapel. All I had was a puzzle ring, which I dropped, and ended up handing it to her to seal the deal.

Marci was my last wife, together about eight years. Towards the end we went to a marriage counselor and she landed in the guys hot tub up in the Oakland hills. They had an affair, I met Dawn, and it was over.

I met Dawn Beckmeyer in the late seventies down in Carmel Valley, CA. Her family lived local and she worked at the place I was developing an accounting system on an IBM Sys-3 Mod 10 for, a new startup called Flasher Fashions.

She was not your typical looking woman. She had a square face with a smile and energy that melted everyone she met and just radiated positivity. Her very first sexual orgasm was on top, in my Pacific Grove apartment. We fell in love.

We hung together for several years, had a great time, traveled a lot. She was bi so we had some amazing encounters and then one day she said she was going to become a cloistered nun in a remote Northern California monastery. Forever.

Damned if she didn't do it! Many years later I made contact with her there and she was happy and fulfilled...

The local fair has arrived so I drove up there yesterday and they wanted $10 to park while nothing was open yet so I headed over to the Wishy Washy and my friend who runs the place let me park there. Then I walked into the place without a ticket because, nothing was open yet. I was walking around feeling great because I hadn't spent a dime yet, taking pictures with my Sony, and then I tripped over some big electrical cords that were laying across the walkway because, nothing was open yet...

I was holding the camera in both hands so to protect it I let my body absorb the fall onto rough jagged blacktop. All I can say is that it's a good thing I'm in shape because it would have taken out most 75 year olds but I walked away with just some bad cuts and a sore hip.

6,000 rubber duckies released into Shoal Creek today, what could go wrong...

I'm totally over coffee now but I do miss a hot beverage (or two) in the morning so my new thing now is Lemon Water. You can read up on all the benefits, so I won't bore you here, but I want to tell you about my method.

Krogers sells a 5lb bag of big lemons for six bucks. First thing every morning now I grab one and slice it in half, for two drinks. Then I fill my old coffee cup up with spring water and nuke it for a minute and a half.

Then I use my new Squeezer to drain every drop of juice from a lemon half, into my hot water, and done! The device is solid, made out of metal and does the job perfectly, highly recommended!

I just experienced a very weird event. At 1230 this afternoon I was sleepy so I laid on the top of my bed for a quick nap. I was naked because my shorts were damp from just walking the trail and gettin caught in the rain, so I stripped them off. I had this weird dream of an ex-FBI neighbor and his kid and these caves behind his house where aboriginal people lived. They were jet black from the sun with long hair and they bathed in a filthy conduit that ran between his house and the cliff.

All of a sudden I began falling into a state where I could hardly move and began yelling out for help but nobody came. I was trying to pull this veil off the right side of my face, somehow knowing I was asleep. I began panicking, thinking if I could not wake up soon, I never would.

Finally I did and I looked down at my naked body on the bed and screamed out "Yes"! I looked at my watch and it said I was asleep for exactly one hour, no awake time, no REM, thirty minutes of light sleep and thirty minutes of deep sleep!

Suns out, think I'll go finish that walk...

I threw together some of those video clips of Shelby and Shannon in the kitchen, slowed them down, brightened them up, and added a beat. I think it works!

I was setting my Sony's zoom lens into Action mode today and needed a subject. What better than the vehicle id on the firewall.

I suppose I could look up that number through the Mazda web site and learn all about her origins, but she is what she is, 33 years later. I've dealt with countless issues, and fixed them all. Now she roars like a lion, purrs like a kitten, and rides the roads as smooth as homemade Tennessee moonshine.

This baby was made in Japan by hand, steel fabricated by Japanese craftsmen. Note the weld joint on the left...

Riley and Jess have checked into their hospital room and are sending photos to me. I've created a photo set that you can view by clicking the photo below. As new ones come in I'll send them up to the set. Save the link and come back whenever you like to check for new ones.

Jess is delivering their baby today! She and my son Riley have been working really hard for years to make this day a reality, and after a trip to a hi-tech fertility lab down in Arizona, eight embryos, down to two, they finally have this baby girl. Grandpa is very happy and can't wait to see her.

Hopefully Riley can get some photos to me and I'll post them here tomorrow. In the meantime, my pet sitter Molly was fully booked this weekend so I'm making a modified run to Memphis, land of the delta blues. I'll get Piper all stocked up and leave early Saturday morning, back Sunday morning. I think she can hang for 24 hours without the daddy, beats a cage surrounded by barking dogs. Here's the link to the Street Fair.

Piper and I have been hanging out in the shade provided by our large trees out front. She's still hangin while I'm uplodading this video, and no, she never breaks my skin, just lets me know she could if she wanted to.

I have a friend who was havin some issues in life and he told me the other day, in the most southern way possible, I'm fixin to have a come-apart. Then I don't see him for about four days and I figured that his shit had come apart and he was in jail.

He dropped by today to tell me everything was fine, fixins under control, issues resolved. He had just been hangin low from a second Covid shot that knocked him on his ass. Very interesting, my arm just hurt for a couple days.

So here it is Sunday afternoon in my little house on the creek in Southern Tennessee, sitting at my computer, Piper kissing me for treats, thinking about come-aparts. For anyone who has ever had a come-apart in your life, raise your hand. I've had a couple, fortunately they only involved busting shit up, but I've been there. I'm so glad my friend is not in jail.

Also, thinking about Jess, her baby girl waiting to make an appearance. And life in general, what the hell am I doing other than walking a lot, working out and eating like a California hippy? My evenings are spent talking to my cat with soft humms that emulate hers while she emulates mine. We had an amazing conversation last night, her sitting in one big black chair, me in the other...

I drove down to Loretto today (8 miles) to check out the new pet boarding place. Met a nice young couple and their two little girls and Derrick showed me the kennel area he built in what used to be his shop. Six cages (two for cats) and a play area behind them for the dogs. They love animals and just decided to make a business out of it.

Unfortunately, it ain't going to work for Piper. Stuck in one of those cages along with food, water and a litter box, along with incessant dog barking, would be hell for her. Quite frankly I've never seen the Northside Vet accommodations where I normally leave her, could be the same or worse. Places like this are just not an option for my old fat spoiled partner.

Fortunately, I'm back in text touch with Crissinda's young friend Molly who does on-site pet sitting. She will come by the house twice daily, feed the old girl, give her treats and change the litter box. It's a perfect solution for a couple nights out of town and I look forward to meeting her next week!

I never get political on this blog but I'm making an exception today. Twenty years ago I was a supervisor for a large paratransit company in south Seattle. I had driven my company van home that morning to take a break and watched the towers come down live on TV.

Not really knowing what to expect I got back in the van, turned my radio on that was in communication with about sixty active routes, and listened to them fall apart. Drivers were pulling over, in shock, in tears, and just wanted to get home to their families. We managed to get everyone in and it was shit for days.

Now after thousands of lives lost, tens of thousands wounded, and trillions of dollars spent securing that country, Biden has thrown it all away for a political stunt, to be the president who brought the troops home after twenty years. I am sickened by this and I won't be watching any of the tribute crap on TV. Fuck 911, I've had enough.

Food is a really big thing here in the South. As folks go through their daily routines, it seems like they're sharply focused on the meal events as the highlights of their day. A big breakfast with a chocolate mocha to go, a hearty lunch, topped off with a big piece of meat and all the fixins, plus dessert, for supper. It's the consumption of food that satisfies their inner soul. And of course, they need sodas and snacks to get them to the next meal!

I was listening to a local radio DJ this morning talking about Deep Fried Cheesecake. He said "I'm fat, so I can eat that". What a revealing statement! Being fat is accepted around here, almost like a badge of honor that says "I can eat whatever I want, and as much as I want".

The County Fair is coming up at the end of this month and I'm going, stripping my shirt off and strutting around like a peacock. Go ahead neighbors, chow down...

Did a walkthru of the David Crockett Museum in downtown Lawrenceburg this afternoon. I turned the light on inside which caused a few reflections but if you've never been there, it's an interesting take.

I've converted the planter box off my front porch into an outdoor litter box for Piper. It used to have some shrubs and a tree growing in it so I pulled those out with my truck and a tow strap, borrowed Daniel's shovel and rake, threw some diatomaceous earth in it to kill fleas, and voilà!

She's been using the area lately to do her business since she can step out the door and right into it, even when it's raining, and now she has lots of room.

If she passes before we move from here, I'll bury her there.

I had the funniest thing happen this morning. Piper gets up on my desk first thing and starts bugging me for treats while I check my mail. She head butts me and gives me kisses (licks on my forehead) while I'm trying to see my screen behind her fat body. It's our routine.

I get myself a nice cup of cold water first thing, instead of coffee these days, and I set her treats down on the corner of my desk near the window to get her out of the way. This morning I heard a slurping sound and looked over to see her drinking from my cup! "Oh look, daddy's drinking the same thing I drink". Sorry Piper, boundary crossed.

After getting a new cup of water I set it off the desk, right next to the TV controller that she's always knocking to the floor, spilling the batteries all over, with her tail.

Life with a cat has it's moments...

Man, I feel fantastic and just wanted to share it here on my blog. Next Tuesday marks one month clean, sober and caffeine free. It's also the day I hook up with my neurologist to see if I can get my new wonder drug Primidone bumped up a few notches. That shit has changed my life, the tremors are down to a buzz and I think I created my Will way too early.

I start my day now with a protein berry smoothie, walk three miles (laps), workout (adding one rep a day to an amazing routine) walk two more miles, eat dinner and then walk two more. My upper body is muscling out, my waistline is dropping, and I'm getting very tan since all I wear on the trail is shorts and walking shoes.

There's a new pet boarding place opening up down the road in Loretto and they are expecting me on their 9/11 opening. Looks like a great alternative to the Vet, and they're cheaper. Pipers first visit will be 9/17 when I head to downtown Memphis for the Cooper Young Festival, where I can strut my new body, enjoy some music, and see what kind of mischief my sober single self can get into. Stay tuned...

I've been writing computer code for fifty two years now. Since the advent of the web I've created a ton of code and tossed it up against that big virtual wall in the sky, and nothing has really stuck. Reality is finally gob-smacking me in the face and it stings. It's time to give up the ghost.

I'm going to let all of the domain names I've coded for die a quiet expiration death, all within a year actually. I'll keep my blogs (busdriverjim and oldmanjim) but that's it. May all that carefully crafted code rest in peace...