Monday, June 17, 2013


Well truth be told its a royal pain the Irish Derry-Aire being back.


I have the hardest time motivating myself to crawl out the front door when the first thing I see are cars in a parking lot and 200 yards beyond the I-5 with other cars making mating calls to the cars in my parking lot, wow modern civilization is so much fun,yup I have lost it !!.

Today I will look at all our belongings take pictures with the goal of selling on craigslist and Ebay it will keep me out of trouble and focused.
I will also be writing 3 blogs daily, going on long walks on the Wilsonville trails which are great by the way .

Boy I miss the  Maui beaches with warm white massaging sand under my bare feet , the pacific Breeze nothing better followed by the wind rustling the tall Palm tree`s.

Ok Back to reality...Some guy once wrote I came ,I saw, I conquered
Well I went ,I saw, I came back to pack. And now I,m of to do that...here is a true Ghost story that happened to me me when I was 19...enjoy

A visitor from the past?
OK, I’m 19 and with some friends have decided to visit a town called “Kinsale” ( Built By the Spanish) in the south of Ireland for the weekend with some friends...ZZZZZIIIIPPPPP…. we get there ,check into a youth hostel on the outskirts of the town not far from a great Irish Pub Called “The Spaniard”. The youth hostel is about 200 yards from an old “English fort” built by the British around the 1700 hundreds sitting high atop a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and in years gone by the scene of many famous Irish/ Spanish battles with the British.
Well we spent Saturday exploring the fort. The fort is supposed to be haunted by the specter of “a White Lady” Dressed in her wedding Gown who threw herself from the wall of the fort on the night of her union upon hearing of the news of the accidental and tragic death of her husband, but that’s another story and is supposed to be seen walking the ramparts looking for her lost lover.
So Saturday night after drinking some “Dutch courage “at “The Spaniard “we bravely breached the Fort wall around midnight to visit said white lady, well it must have been her night off, so disappointed plus slightly relieved we went back to the hostel around 1.30 am, retired to the men's dorm and I to the top bunk for a good night’s rest..
Sometime around 3am I woke up and sensed something in the dorm. I rubbed my eyes and there standing next to my bunk on my left side was a figure dressed in a British army officer’s uniform. He looked like he was from the WW1 era. He had dirty white blood stained bandage over his left eye. My heart broke the sound barrier, I froze, he did not move, just stood there staring right through me like I was a nonevent. Then I did the only thing a brave Irishman could do, stuck my head under the pillow and promised God I would become a priest if he would take care of my current predicament. I remained in the fetal position until welcome day light.
As I was helping to cook breakfast that morning I asked the Hostel warden if she had ever seen anything unusual in the dorms… “Ah you have seen our Ghost” She replied and informed me that she and many others had seen the British army officer complete with bandaged eye. She informed me that the hostel used to be belong to "Charles Fort” and was used to billet officers. For the life of me now I can`t remember if she told me how he died only that we had both seen the same image....
Well there you have it...I thought I was going to see the Ghost of the white lady at “Charles Fort" but instead had my own personal visitation, I did not forget that in a hurry. I guess you could say it was a Historical weekend to remember and No I’m not a priest :0)


Saturday, June 15, 2013


Ok Time to tell the latest...emmm how do I start...well lets start with the perfect present.

Right now I,m sitting in a saloon having a pedicure. Yes, I a man am having the old nails cleaned. Actually it feels like heaven.
Sitting by my side is Cynthia having a similar treatment.
I have returned home to pickup my bride ,pack the apartment sell of lots of stuff and then ship Cynthia’s Car over after a trip to California.

Truth be told its very hard to be back. I feel very much the outsider, like a man without a home in a strange land. On the plus side its sunny, I brought it back to y’all as a gift.

I,m so darn relaxed, laid back that I do not care to get caught up in the fast pace of the mainland again. I have closed my carpet biz after 14 years and will opt for the Beach bum writer on the sands of our new home Maui.

We have no idea what the future holds that is in Gods as we continue to trust him with the manna of the day.
I found myself again on Maui, not that Maui is the answer but it sure helps hahahaha

Now more than ever, I truly see the world system for what it truly is..broken and until we all cry stop the bus we want to get off , be still to smell the roses its going to continue on its down ward spiral until a major pradime shift occurs and we start all over again.

Hawaiians are all about people and family- money comes after , they are happy first like our northern neighbors the canadians who are happy for no reason

Kehei has some of the best beach’s on Maui and is a popular vacation spot for Canadians. They swarm those beach’s like the allies on Normandy. You can spot them easily as they gather in groups as if they were meeting in the village square and they don’t all know each other .

I have talked with many of them and on average our conversations last from 10 to 45 minute’s one day Cynthia and I threaded water with 3 of them for about 2 hours.

Now some will say they are just happy to be out of the frozen north and yes I can agree with that to a warm degree :0)

But they naturally love to talk and show a genuine interest in others. For example in most case`s they would initiate First contact.

“ Hey neighbor welcome to paradise, where you from”

They remind me so much of my old homeland Ireland, actually they are very similar. Back home even though our homes were surrounded by hedges , walls we all knew each other. We looked out for our neighbors and I,m told it is the same today even though I have been gone 30 odd years.

I think its very interesting that both Canada and Ireland along with most of the European community are socialized country’s. No, Not communist as some very uneducated or grossly miss informed people are.
While I don’t not follow any particular political ideal I do think its interesting to observe that people who live in socialized nations generally tend to have a better grasp of human relations and problem solving among themselves and rarely need the help of legalized personal to drain each others bank accounts .

If Money could buy you happiness then the vast vast majority of people who have it, should be happy , right ?

I don’t think so :0)


Ok Thats all for the mo..back to my pedicure Aloha :0)