Sweet Lou

Dirty Diana - Michael Jackson

I was given the nickname by my fellow correction officers in 1988. Every officer gets an AKA. By 2016 I was wearing an official name tag engraved with my work name as Sweet Lou. Everyone referred to me as Sweet Lou, from the Superintendent on down, even the inmates. Unfortunately, the inmates added the F-bomb to the front of it. I retired in July of 2020 with 32 years of service.

Unplanned visit to Radio City Music Hall for the NFL Draft in 2007. My late wife was having surgery at North Presbyterian in NYC. I was pacing the hall during her surgical procedure, wearing my old Bills hat as usual. (I wear a Bills hat every day) While pacing, the Doctor's limo driver waved to me to get my attention, then said; "Hey!" "I wanna show you something!" "And don't worry we got lots of time!" I followed him to the car and he said to hop in and that this would only take a minute. He pulled up In front of the Radio City Hall and he gave me a Doctor's pass on a lanyard. He said "You got a half hour kid!" "Be back here in 30!" Ushers opened the door and I walked in with just a nod. I have always described the experience as enchanting. I just followed the noise, because I actually thought I was lost. During the announcement of a draft pick the whole place would go silent, then a moment later the place would erupt in loud Boooing. The Commissioner was the one being boooed I think. It was a collection of fans from 32 different teams and there was no fighting; just shaking hands, talking, hugging, eating and drinking beer. I kept an eye on the time and when it was time to go I was actually questioned by an unknown fan who said "Doc., Ya leaving already?" Gotta go was my reply and I kept walking. My head was spinning all the way back to North Pres. I couldn't believe what I just did and what I went through. Long story short: Her cancer came back ten years later. It was aggressive and it took her quickly. "You gotta build some memories kid!" Was the last advice given. Weird thing is, I was 49 at the time. I'm 65 now and still building the memories.

Worked in the state prison system for 32 years, so I missed a lot of everything over the years. (Retired in 2020) I watched the Bills first Superbowl and missed the other three. (Didn't miss much from what I heard) I raced and was on a pit crew for a lot of off-road events in September and October, missing even more games. However; I was in attendance at the greatest comeback game of all time and I, along with the others, who stuck around for the second half yelled like absolute heathens. I couldn't talk for a week. I ended up with laryngitis that turned into bronchitis. That following Friday I was hanging out with my best friend who was a giants fan and she got sick from being around me. She was not happy. So busy now days, I listen to the games on the radio more than I get to watch them on TV.

It kinda does work like that. Refrigerator Perry was clearly not a RB in Chicago! But he handled the assignment quite well, when asked to do so.

Taylor GS Mini (acoustic with on-board electronics)

My wife and I are going to see Bryan Adams on June 13, @ Key Bank Arena. Can’t believe no one has mentioned this one. He puts on a great show and his voice is still the same.

Could Brown be switched to another role perhaps? Possible TE? or maybe DT?

IMO these guys didn't deserve roster spots due to their built-in, lame ass, constant excuses! Trent Edwards (I don't understand why I check down on almost every play, I gotta look at the tape!) Rob Johnson (I don't understand why they blitz on almost every play, but I'm getting sacked an awlful lot!) EJ Manuel (I don't understand the playbook, can you draw it in the dirt? According to my GM, I have big hands and I have that "It" factor)

I had a dream about Otis during Friday nights rem sleep. I considered it a birthday gift this morning because I turned 65 today; however, I've been celebrating since yesterday. I dreamt that we were all in a coffee shop (All the posters of TBD and me of course) and Otis was talking to us about the good ole days. It seemed so real, then so disappointing when I awoke to go pee.

For the next game, there is a party around the ball and you're all invited!

Simply the best - Tina Turner

A place in the Dallas Fort Worth area called "Dugg Burger" The top bun was baked on a mold, I assume? It was hollowed out and that's where you put all your desired condiments. You ordered your burger at the front of the line and they gave you a tray with this bun that was bigger than a saucer. when you got to the end of the condiment buffet line they had your burger ready, and it was cooked to your desire. The best tasting burger I've ever had. I went to Dallas in June of 2018 to help a friend pack. She was moving back to Upstate NY. Before I got off the plane the pilot reminded us over the PA to drink plenty of fluids today and brace yourselves because it's already 109 degrees outside. I exited the plane through the tunnel, met up with her, grabbed my luggage and then we exited the terminal. And the suffering commenced. I saw absolutely no one outside while we packed this truck-trailer. It took me four days. When we were done packing I was gifted a guided tour through AT&T stadium. Staff were the greatest and they treated me very well, even wearing my Bills hat. Unfortunately it looks like a friggin UFO on the outside. Hospitality was second to none every where we went. What made me stand out was the fact that I was unarmed, a NY accent according to them! And an old filthy, sweaty Bills hat that screamed I was a tourist. I was invited into the selling and closing of her home and I had no legal reason at all to be in there, but they insisted. They had rules about securing your weapon while visiting their establishment as well, but I didn't have one to secure so I gave them my ID instead. After the closing, we hit the road. She was wearing a heavy sweatshirt and shivering at our last rest stop in western NY. Made it back to Elmira in 23-1/2 hours and we've been together ever since? (Hmmm) We got married in Dec. 2018. If we ever go back to visit, I'm getting that burger again!

Yes.

An acquaintance of my family: Henry Reese 1912 - 2012 (military veteran) elected to get the "flu shot" at a regular, healthy Doctor's visit. When the medical staff exited the treatment room, I tried to talk him out of it by telling him that I have never gotten the flu shot and I thought that it wasn't a good idea considering his age - and til this day, I have never gotten the flu. I'm almost 65. When the doctor returned to the treatment room Henry asked him what he thought about the "flu shot" His reply: "The elderly are such high risk." "I highly advise you to get it." "You should get it." And he got it. Henry died the following night! I always provided the transportation for Henry regardless of the reasoning and always without charge. He lived alone with his two dogs and had two vehicles, but I drove him every where he needed to be, including to vote. I mowed his lawn and did minor repairs on his home and never asked for nothing. he had no next of kin that I was aware of. At the cemetery I received the American flag that was draped over his coffin, from the servicemen after the 21 gun salute. I was a mess. So, my advice for your elderly loved one. Say No to the flu shot.