Monthly Archives: October 2017

The Commute

 

The commute should be one of the best part of your day. Wrapped in Leather and fine upholstery with a Jedi console. A place to collect your thoughts for the day ahead of you or the days recollection. Not the place to get all wound up tense and stressed. Yet for many the commute is the worst part of their daily routine  for twenty five years and more. Why is this when the saying goes the more you do something, the better you get . It works with Sports, music and other art forms , so why not driving.

 

Maybe it’s because no one takes it seriously until their brush with Fate. still with some, several brushes and bruises is not enough . For  instance,  Mark  was a very skillful driver,   but like most skilled drivers,  overconfidence is the enemy. Once he confided to me that he had gone through three Windshields over a period of time. I believe that if I went through one,  I would have become a better driver and not have gone through two more. But being a passenger with Mark driving at eighty Mph through Fog so thick that you could not see twenty feet from the hood of the car, I thought to myself he is lucky to be alive.

 

That’s what overconfidence do to the most mild mannered and sensible people, it makes them dangerous to themselves and others using the roadways. Then there are the show off drivers who always have a point to prove that they are as good or better than anyone else. Those are the worst, they will thread a needle eye at 90 mph to get in front of you just to show you that they are that good or just plain good and stupid. The show off driver is always going too fast and don’t realize that there are others on the roadways that aren’t as skilled and confident as he is. One day from driving the same way for  thirty years, someone makes a mistake and they become the victim of years of carelessness finally catching up with them, shattering lives with broken bodies. 

 

I once knew a man who never had one accident but left many behind him. After forty years of driving I have put all the pieces together and consider myself learnerd. I commute one hour each way daily on a strip of road that sometimes claims lives  daily, weekly and monthly. Yet I have no anxieties, focus and  anticipation puts me in a Jedi frame of mind. Not only do I focus way out front, but by watching the traffic pattern and how they are driving tells me what to expect when I catches up with them. Basically don’t drive like a mindless Drone, but be adept and conscious that whatever that can go wrong, will go wrong. Sometimes it becomes tedious but I am always on the lookout for all the above mentioned drivers, especially the ones who always have the Cell phone in hand. For me driving is more important than the Job I commute to five days a week, my safety and others safety depends on how I drive. 

Breaking Away

Why would someone not want to spend an early afternoon filming Butterflies , and watching someone doing something they have wanted to do in 25 years. Engulfed in making a living can rob life and precious time. In my lifetime I’ve heard many stories of people working all their lives, amassing wealth and dies leaving what they can’t take. In so doing someone else enjoy’s what you never did. That’s  not what life is about. It’s bigger than you and I. If you don’t suck it up it will suck you up. usurp and discard you at will. Twenty-five years  in the same place without breaking away for a Week end, a week or two, will leave you off centered, I have Hiked Trails where only Billy Goats dare.When I lived in Pennsylvania I fished the mighty Susquehanna Riverbank that have risen sixty feet, around bends during floods, I have seen House floating when Rivers angry.

Where I fished there are Telegraph Poles protected from Time and stands today, it seems that Life  had grown around them and forgotten by time. They have scars of spike where people climb and cut the wires  (no wi-fi)to hinder Civilization and Progress. I now live eighteen hundred miles away, but it’s still one of my secret places among many others, That’s just how I see life and living it. My English Literature Teacher told me always seek to find out what the author is not saying. What I am saying is that you have to break the cycle or it will break you. Do I have to spell Vacation. In my neck of the woods Resorts are abundant  and so are   Waterways and Tributaries to loose yourself . People save for half a year to come where I work and Live. Did I make a wise decision to live where I do. Now I am taking the time to tell you about travel and it’s need. Remember Chevi chase family vacation, the family need to Gel sometimes.

 

 

You need to loose yourself, don’t surround yourself with yourself. The way I feel about breaking away, I should be selling vacation travels. Right now I am not connected. But from living and working in Paradise make me much an expert to give my way of travel. Don’t forget that Travel broadens  the Horizon. It might even give you balance. Whatever happens in Paradise make great conversation. I have no idea what kept me from thinking about Travels when my Mother used to come back from Cruise ships with Euphoric description of Elegance one should enjoy before they Died. Three weeks ago I visited the Florida Aquarium in Tampa, all I have to say is it’s a must see on the to do list, remember you only live once.

Pot luck- Disposed

 

 

Having Children later in life can be a blessing and a burden. It’s a blessing if you’ve been trying for a long time without success. The burden comes when you are so happy that it finally happens, and you treat the child the same way parents of an only child does. Spoiling them rotten and let them walk all over you for eighteen years.  My mother had me at thirty two years old. Despite all advice to abort she gave me life. The consensus was that she was too old which made full term dangerous. She was in the prime of her life socially and otherwise, so I understand the burden I created being a rambunctious child getting into everything and trying to end my life with hijinks starting at two all the way to fourteen. I was a full time job. At this point in my life I look back and regret usurping her life the way I did with constant worries. All in all to the end I made her proud by making her last days the best they could be, with progressive Dementia all the way to full blown.

 

The thing that gets me most about kids are the way in which some of them grow up with a bastard like mentality, makes you wonder did they switched babies in the Hospital. You give them all the love and care, sometimes way past the time that they should still be living off you, and when you grow old and need them they turn their backs on you. Don’t these people know that there’s a God and that he sees all. Ok so you are not in tuned with your spirituality and you are not concerned. Well then my friend let me tell you about a thing called Karma, it’s alive and well, and one day when your world turns upside down with the trimmings of misfortune and old age, don’t ask why me. Penny was a resident in a Nursing Home where I worked, all through her youthful years while she built the family business to a fifty million dollars fortune, she rode the backs of the little people who were the life blood of the business success like a Witch on a Broom and Whip in her hand.

 

 The bad part about  this is that she never shed her Reptilian approach of how she treated people. She used to call the entire Staff Sons of Bitches of Bastards, needn’t I tell you how they reciprocated. One day while sitting in her Wheelchair in the Hallway she had an accident, the entire Hallway stunk to the high Heaven’s. Instead of changing her, the Aid she had just abused with venomous vulgarity wheeled her into her Room and closed the door for her to permeate in her own stench. Can you imagine being worth 50 million and to come to an end like that.

 

Her own children abandoned her. To the end they didn’t even visit her once a month, all the time waiting for her to die so they could spend her money. On the other hand I remembered all my mother had done and instilled in me, I visited her seven days a week, and spoiled her with tasteful food that she never got from the Nursing Home Cooks. I didn’t sit In the room and read a newspaper ignoring her like she was inanimate, I engaged her with meaningful conversation to keep the Dementia at bay. In the end I can only hope that someone remember all the good that I have done in my lifetime, and when I am sitting in a Nursing Home writing blogs once in a while brings me a Whopper.

Chasing Moby

 

 

Most eight year old Boys are only are only interested in playing with their toys and their Dog. Not me when I was eight I was a mother’s worst nightmare. Once my mother was cooking, she walked away from the kitchen for two minutes, that was all the time I needed to create catastrophe. Inquisitive me had to know what was cooking in the boiling hot Pot, pulling it down on myself causing third degrees burn to the entire lower half of my body. At eight I was into everything that spelled danger. Several months earlier while walking the Beach I met a man called Lefty, the way he came by his name is nothing short of a horror movie.


Lefty was an avid Fisherman who preferred big Game fishing. One day while fishing in sixty feet depths a Marlin grab the bait connected to 100lb test line, lefty and I must have been born under the same Zodiac sign, the monster fish snapped the pole and took off still on the Hook. Lefty was of my same Heart, he refused to cut the line and live to fight another day. He wrapped the hundred pounds test around his arm just below the elbow. Well now you know how he got his name, the line cut straight through the bone like a Saw.

 At eight I was an avid Fisherman lefty had taught me all I needed to know how to catch fish using only a hook and line the same way he lost his arm. It was danger in the make for a child like me, thank God I could never cast my line beyond the Shores. One day while I was fishing the Shore, Lefty’s  Boat rolled ashore dragging the ocean floor, the reason why the Boat was dragging is that Lefty had caught a four hundred pounds Marlin. He threw me the morning line that almost killed me trying to secure the Boat, screaming help from the top of my lungs.


Help soon arrived to get the monster fish out of the Boat. When it landed on the beach with my clothes all wet from going out to get the rope to tie the Boat, I could not tell if I had peed myself with excitement. This was Baby’s big day out, as soon as that fish hit the Sand lefty was all over it with his Machete cutting sixty pound stakes. Whoever was there took home a sixty pound marlin stake. As if I didn’t work hard enough securing the Boat, now I had to get this slab of fish home all sixty pounds of me. I had no intention of abandoning the spoils that I had worked so hard for, I dragged it through the Sand and dirt the entire hundred yards home. I guess it was that early on that Mother knew that I was happening guy, that was afraid of nothing and probably would die early from adventurism. Luckily enough the following years didn’t  kill me so today I live three miles from the Gulf of Mexico. Coincident? I’m here looking for my Moby.

Live Love Laugh

 

Teaching our kids to live, as in embracing life, is something just about all parents overlook. We teach them how to walk, talk, learn and make a living, however very few are taught to tap into their creativity, their spirituality and their spiritual being which is their soul. Ask any artistic people  and they will tell you that along the way of being creative they stumbled upon their spirituality. Everyone knows that education is a fundamental tool. But very few are aware that being artistic can introduce you to the inner person that most people live a lifetime and never met. Religion is also a venue to spirituality, your soul. Like the Bible says, what good is a man if he Gains the World and loose his Soul. A lot of people have no soul to loose,  they were never introduced to it, they never knew it existed.

 

There’s always a Solution

Some of us are born perceptive, and enlightened others have to be led, being artistic sometimes leads us to our  perspectives. When you know how to look inside, there is a whole world in there. What you find in there, everything from empathy to the gift of love, being able to posses, accept and give it. Some infants needs no prodding or encouragement to walk, talk, swim and a do lot of things, they are natural born achievers,  some need encouragement, most of us you have to lead us to the water. It’s  the same with living. A Fish swims, that is what they do with infinity until they are caught or eaten by a bigger Fish. Man was not made to swim he is expected to take advantage of all that life offers, it is too short and unpredictable to swim your way through it, in a continuous motion of nothingness only to make money and survive. Personally I believe that we do ourselves a great disservice only using 10% of our Brain’s capacity, in that case it should not be too taxing to learn a skill and a craft unilaterally. For instance a carpenter who plays an instrument and write Poetry.

What magnetized me to this ideology is, in my hometown of Tampa we have a Lawyer who is also a Doctor. He is way out left field with the concept that I have in mind of being creative as well as having a skill. He has two skills, even though some Doctors are forced to be creative in their practices. A lot of us learned to play an instrument early in life, by the time we grow up it’s only a distant memory, because We never learned the importance of creativity in our lives and where it could lead us. Twenty seven years ago I started two Manuscripts that we’re never completed. Well anyway you know where I am coming from with this way of thinking. What I am really saying is, if your parents didn’t instigate you to be creative and  tapping into the inner you don’t follow the path. I once heard a story of a woman dying in an apartment similar to a homeless dwelling under a Bridge except her dwelling was in an expensive apartment building in it was 47 million dollars and feces everywhere, not having that money in a Bank said she worshipped it, the poor thing had lost her soul and mind, Howard Hughes died in similar situations. There you have it in a nutshell, there is so much more to life.  Live Love Laugh.

Forgive Me Lord

 

 

It’s eight A.M. Sunday morning, I look at the beautiful day that was unfolding over Tampa. The weather was perfect, I taught to myself this Would be a perfect day to go Fishing, but I knew that could never be, because this was just another work day for me. Working in the Resort business don’t allow me to be off weekends, you take whatever day given to you. Then I felt a moment of disgust, I taught to myself that I should be going to Church to give God thanks for all he’s given and done for me.

 

 

Then I began a silent prayer, forgive my in-gratitude that you have blessed me with another day to spread  enlightenment to my readers and fortunate to have great health at sixty four years old, one month away from my next Birthday and is able to continue working till my Health says otherwise. This is the focal point of this Blog, my Wife is forceful in matters of Health, she retired from the V.A. Hospital after twenty five years of seeing it all. Without her supervision I would not go to the Doctor every six months. On our last two check up our Doctor showered us with congratulations as to the conditions of our health and told us that she wished all her Patients were as healthy as we were.

 

 

In my Prayers I ask the Lord to forgive me for my ungrateful approach of self destruction by smoking Cigarettes since age fourteen and still  have not come to my crossroads. If I didn’t smoke I probably would live to be 100, my mother lived to be 97. I can’t in no stronger term vanquish you my young friends about picking up this dirty habit and to let you know that I find this Addiction to be as strong as any Drug addiction. As I continued praying I ask the Lord to help me to quit before I have wasted the great health that he’s given me to experience Longevity. A moment later I picked up my Phone and began to read Google news, there I stumbled upon the story of Brittney Beadle .

 

 

This is how it went . Britney Beadle does not put off anything for tomorrow. “Do it now”she advises. Live in the moment and enjoy your Life. In May 2015 Britney was diagnosed metastatic  (stage 4) breast cancer, at the age of 18. I felt I was alone, Britney says. There are some young women in their 20s who I found, but still no one who was my age young,  with breast cancer. By sharing her journey she hopes to help others in a similar position. Whenever  I have to go through a new treatment that’s really hard- like when I had radiation to my brain- I think, OK, this sucks. I have to do this. But you know what? I get to live. Then I taught to myself my God how callus I am with the perfect health given to me and how for fifty years I have tried my best to throw  it away. Once again thank you Lord and forgive foolish me

Kids Absorb Your Values

An agnostic believes in nothing, a fool is someone who knows all, yet knows nothing. As far as I am concerned , they are one and the same. They go from the neighborhood to the office to high places in the World and spread their ignorance. For instance on a College Campus, a young ignoramus gets up on stage and begins to talk out of his Ass about Supremacy and separatism. Dimwits have always dwell on the  trivialities of our differences and the need for Purging. Intolerance is the Backbone of a Moron. I lived in Pennsylvania where Skinhead mentality ruled, the few God fearing good people are the minority. A coworker related a story of intolerance to me yesterday that prompted this Blog. It appears that his girlfriend and his Dad had a conversation about something, the Dad didn’t agree with her point of view.

The ignorant Dad chose to belittle and berated the young woman, at one point calling  her a Bitch. Can you imagine, we are living in the twenty first century and two people with different views can’t engage in a debate without pulling out the Swords and Daggers of intolerance and begins to carve each other up with belligerence. That is not how civilized people do things, if necessary you walk away from the conversation, don’t forget he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day. In today’s society with every fool owning a gun, a mishap on the Roadways and the skies are filled with unnecessary Slugs and a young College student is dead. As it did in Pennsylvania in a Road Rage incident where the Moron shot and killed a College student, after she cut him off,  then fled as most cowards with his mindset always do after screwing up.

 

My God we’ve come far in our evolving from the Caves, or did we. Smile when you say that stranger. On a stage at F.S.U the same Adolf Hitler look alike and think alike who  almost started a Civil war in Charlottesville  was given permission to spew his rhetoric of Racism and hate, to a campus audience. Not that they supported his Crap, but to avoid litigation of the first amendment.  It is irevelellent  whether a fallen tree makes a sound, what is relevant, is that there were no reaction to the diatribes. This time there were no bloodshed, Civilized America had spoken to an uncivilized Speaker. The mentality of the Civil War was beaten down with the mentality of Free speech and Tolerance even for a young Ignoramus. That is my America, Land that I love, Land of the free home of the Brave.

 

There were peaceful protests and nobody called anyone a Bitch. What I love about this Country is that someone like me can write about my distrust and disgust for the Government and not taken out in the middle of the night by the Secret service and never again to be heard from. You don’t know how lucky you are Boy, back in the USSR. Please don’t let the past remind us of what were, move out the square. Life is short and filled with uncertainty don’t let there come a time for us to be forced to unite and fight the enemy . No better time to unite instead of waiting till Bin Laden’s fifteen Childrens come calling. Don’t forget your Children are always watching and absorbing so  they can teach your Values to their Children.

Birds Of Prey

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A Heron with feathers platinum gray , on an Autumn day with the Skies over  Gray. Chose me to be a friend . A Species of the wild, to them  Humans aren’t  trusted,  to us they become  Pets . It allowed me to photograph almost to the point of touch. After I had scared it to death, all over it with Camera Lens , then decided to perch on the Hedge fifteen feet away, there he stayed the  entire time I write this Blog. Making eye contact with me like a chicken hawk, or an intrigued Eagle.

 

Not mad not aggressive only intent of letting me know that we’re all here on this planet together, and he can’t trust me to perch on my shoulder, without fear of me doing the right thing. Thanks for enlightening me as to your trust however small. I decided to push my lenses in video, fed him with Bread which he didn’t need, he walked away from me to return this time within ten feet . where he hung until I left. Is this love that I am feeling. After a while he ate the Bread because he was comfortable that I would not do anything to hurt him. You hear stories about people making pets out of wild animals such as Tigers  and you wonder how could they trust them. Well my friend the shoe is on their foot trusting us.

 

 

We are the only species that kill for fun and for no other reason than uncontrolled rage, and hate so why should they ever trust us. Look at the fine Cats we wear on our backs, the fine Ivory that sits on our shelves. We are forever swimming against the Tide of natural balance. That’s why when a different  specie befriends me I shudder with chills knowing that they use their exceptional senses to feel me out and know that they are safe around me, and not judge me to be like all the other rest. I have a long history of being befriended by all God’s creatures, like the time sitting on the River Banks and was surrounded by hundreds of Cardinals who have been known to be aggressive, and not one attacked.

 

 

Another time traveling northern Pennsylvania driving a company’s Truck to deliver building supplies to a jobsite in Erie. A Canadian Gross Hawk dive-bombing a prey from high up in the Sky, misjudged the moving truck, slammed into its side bounced off and landed in the Woods. I immediately pulled over and ran to its rescue.
My coworker out of curiosity ran over to the injured Bird, when we caught up to it we were both sharing a sight of wonderment. The Hawk had six feet wingspan and Talons bigger than my big hands. My coworker quickly backed off from helping the wounded Bird, saying this thing will kill us both for fun. As I said before only Humans kill for fun.

 

I ran to the Truck for water and ice, I have always known how to administer first aid since nine years old. I stuck my hand out to inspire good will, he waived his huge Talon at my hand. I realized that if I was going to help it first I had to get it to trust me. I gave it Water and food, I knew it would enjoy raw Chicken. A bond was now formed, we were now friends, administering first aid was easy. I made a bed in the back of the Truck and place this huge Bird of Prey not worrying that it could cut my throat with one swipe with it’s Talons. I took this majestic and fearsome Bird to the Jobsite, opened the Truck’s gate and everyone Ran. I felt like my name was Tarzan when I extended my hand and this Bird who never before came in contact with a human came to me. He knew that I could be trusted, when it came time to set this majestic creature free, my coworker wanted to keep it as a Pet. I told you that that’s the way Humans are.That is why they don’t trust us. If they can’t domisticate it they Kill it. The Hawk was set free after I told him that having possession of an endangered species carried a five thousand dollars fine and five years in prisons.                          (click photos to enlarge)

Save Driving 101

 

Every day I commute my least favorite Road in my travels, US-19. It’s a road that instigates speeding, the lights are approximately  one mile apart, the speed limit varies to 55 mph. Not good when you have six or more U turn lanes all within one light. The Roadway is always congested and everyone is always travelling above the speed limit. Smash Ups are daily, injury and fatalities are frequent. A lot of which could be avoided if people traveled in a conscientious state of mind,  knowing that each side of the street is lined with Stores. People are always doing stupid things like misjudging the distance of approaching traffic while making U- turns and crossing lanes to get to their destination. putting themselves  and others at risk. Just getting to the other side of the road is nothing short of playing a game of chicken. I am a driving enthusiast who appreciate the Automobile and  my life, so riding this Road five days a week back and forth is my primary Job. Navigating this treacherous road one hour each way every day become nothing short of a game of skills, and discipline.

Used to be a maserati

By having the use of the internet I surf world wide to see how other Countries fare with their poorly designed roadways and bad drivers who think they are race car drivers, it’s the same everywhere. Why is this? It appears that some people who can’t cut an Onion without cutting off a finger. gets behind the wheel where they develop a Jekyll and Hyde personality. Mild mannered  courteous and intellectual, they get behind the wheel and all that change to a rude and abrasive Crud. Young people driving for less than one year, old people driving for fifty years, gets behind the wheel and the reckless speed demon comes out. I have got to tell you Road Maniacs that I have the driving skills to loose the Cops in a chase at speeds exceeding 140 mph yet I am one of the most civilized drivers on the road. Whether I am going five miles or fifteen hundred miles my goal is to get from point A- to point B without a scratch. While the majority of drivers I encounters daily travel on a wing and a prayer.


Driving is something you should excell at from the previous days experiences. Whims and flight of fancies behind the wheel is for fools with total disregard for their lives and yours. One day travelling my least favorite Road, my car driven less than nine thousand miles, it was early afternoon so the road wasn’t congested. On a stretch posted 45 Mph I was doing 55, I looked in my rear view mirror the traffic that was following was more than one mile behind. I decided to change lanes to the middle lane, it appears that this young flighty girl driving a twenty years old Heap must have traveled at eighty Mph to have caught up with me in the short time I looked away from the rear view, now we were both sharing the same Lane. If my car was not equipped with blind spot sensors we both would be dead.


This is the mindless operation of a Car I am always beating the Drum about. They are out there everywhere. So it is for you the contentious driver to always be on the lookout for the people with missing screws. The driving Instructor who crafted my skills told me to always drive like I am the only one who knows what I am doing. Ten minutes after writing this Blog on a trip to the Bank three miles away,  on a strip of road posted 35 Mph I see a Tow Truck pulling a newer car out of the Ditch with extensive front end damage. Two minutes later a Car driven by mister Flighty became glued to my bumper with his twenty five years old Heap as if I was Towing him. I put on my emergency flashing lights, he backed off slightly and continued driving in his usual mindless approach. Now at twenty nine thousand miles I am still sweating Bullets when it leaves the Driveway.

 

Pinellas Kids

If you have been following this Web page you would have noticed that it is filled with mentioning my troubled youth. My goal is to inspire change in young people’s lives and to instigate quality parenting not only for people who have good kids who are capable of raising themselves, but for those who have kids who needs more attention like I did. My Mother made a full time job out of turning my life around from wallowing with the underbellies of society, and she succeeded. If she didn’t when I was seventeen and the Neighborhood Dealer approached me with an offer that I did refused and my cousin accepted the street would have won. My cousin became very wealthy, did fifteen years in Prison, along the way he caught five bullets and is now going blind from a disease that he picked up in Prison.

 

 

All parents aren’t cursed with bad ass children but if you do your Job early in their lives, you never have to face the grief my mother did being a good Christian Woman that she was, I went to H.S with a Preacher’s son who was womanizing and abusive. as the saying goes God help those who help themselves. She was in desperate need of his help with me, and he facilitated. Look at the way I turned out, never once arrested, never did one day in Jail, live in a private community that does background check in order for you to live there and well respected by all. I drive expensive cars from earning a honest living, a successful life if you asked me. I take no credit for the way my life turned out. I thank the Lord and you Mom.

 

 

 

That’s why this Blog is dedicated to the kids of Pinellas County. One month ago I posted a Blog titled Dying In the Name of fun three Kids age 14 15 and sixteen lost their lives in a fiery crash while driving in excess of 100 Mph. The County and the general public have been plagued with an epidemic of youthful car thieves, the General consensus is they are bored and it’s all for fun. BS I say to that, back in the my days you steal a Car and straight to the Chop Shop it goes, money in pocket eases the consequence. The Heart of the matter goes to the same reason Kids turn to Gang Life.

 

 

 

They see all the Wealth around them and they develop a defeatist attitude that they are never going to see any of it, so selling Drugs is the only way out. BS again,  when I was twenty one Organized Crime scouted me the same way that the Neighborhood Dealer did, offered me four thousand dollars per week to deliver Heroine to Harlem’ s Bodegas, Record Shops and other locations Killos at a time. My cousin ran Killos from Florida to New York, that’s what made him rich and got him fifteen years in Prison. The difference between the Kids in Pinellas County, my cousin and I was the woman I called Mom. My Aunt was money hungry she instilled her values in her Kids, they all did jail time except for one. The oldest boy had a mind of his own, so did I. I had the power of Reason I chose to be poor and free also to avoid Bullets.

 

 

 

Most of all mother had instilled Christian Values to live by, foundation to build the Life I now live. Another factor that I attribute Pinellas Kids Hi-jinks to, is their Parents, many of them just kids themselves. Also just grown-up kids themselves who were bad ass themselves who are still living bad lives. Kids learn values by watching the way you live your life. St Petersburg Chief of Police plans to visit with the ones who are locked up to find answers to the problem, I say go visit the parents and see where these kids are coming from, the offenders are in the thousand. I’ll give you 10-1 odds some of these homes one parent is incarcerated or should be. This website tells you over and over anyone can make Babies not all can be good Parents or should be Parents, because they have no values themselves so how can you teach what you don’t know.

 

  • Pinellas County Medical Examiners move the body of one of the crash victims into a van at the scene of a fatal vehicle crash Sunday, Aug. 6, 2017 in Palm Harbor. Three boys died in the high-speed crash which occurred along Tampa Road in Palm Harbor. Pinellas Sheriff Bob Gualtieri said the boys had "extremely extensive criminal histories," including serial car thefts like those chronicled in a series of stories recently by the Tampa Bay Times.

 

I was sixteen when my Mother tried  crippling me for coming home five Am drunk and stoned. I have often wondered why she never put me in Juveniles Detention. Years later I realized that she had faith and confidence in me and in her parenting skills. She was Clergy, Cop and Psychologist to me. May God help those lost Souls in Pinellas.