OK, it’s time for someone to remind me again how we are living in Paradise down here in Southwest Florida. Because I’m just not getting that vibe lately. Let’s see, in just the last few months the heat index has been over 100 daily. Toxic red tide has polluted the shoreline along the Gulf coast, killing dolphins, hundreds of sea turtles, manatees and millions, yes millions of pounds of fish. As if that wasn’t bad enough, a nasty green algae in the water released from Lake Okeechobee is choking the Caloosahatchee river and the countless canals it feeds. The local TV news is telling us that there may be long term health issues from it.
A couple weeks ago we were taking the dogs for a walk, and 2 feet from the front door was a fat poisonous water moccasin. The dogs saw it before we did. Judi took the dogs down the driveway and I ran back in the house to get a gun. Shot it twice but didn’t kill it. Now,I have heard they are aggressive vipers but this one was real bad. I closed the screen door as it chased me onto the porch, coiled up, hissing and striking at the door numerous times. Couldn’t shoot again because Judi and the dogs were in the line of fire. Finally, chopped in half with a shovel as it slithered away.
The fire ants attack me once or twice a week, and just yesterday morning I saw one of the biggest alligators I have ever seen in the river behind the house. Around 10 feet long. While I was watching it from the dock it saw me and I could imagine it saying,”what are you looking at?” Made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Well, at least we haven’t had a hurricane yet this season. The last one came within inches of flooding us out. We were stranded for 3 days until the water receded, without power for 9. Passed the time shooting the poisonous Cane toads with my pellet gun. They are so toxic that they say that it can kill your dog if it just licks it. Still shoot one or two a week.
Then, just driving around the county all you see is the scraped and scorched earth of the massive apartment complexes and gated developments and strip malls popping up everywhere.
OK, there comes a price to pay for living in Paradise. This all sounds like I am complaining but in another month or so I’ll be watching Lester Holt telling us about the millions of people being affected by blizzards and icy conditions and freezing temps while sitting on the back porch, or we call it, the lanai, in my t-shirt and shorts. And I’ll be saying , “just another day in Paradise.
E. Michael Gillern lives in Fort Meyers, Florida where he apparently has to fight off potential predators every day.




I’ve heard that some baby boomers feel like they should be winding down things on their to-do list, and I just want to emphatically state that it’s not going to happen in my world.
Dale and I both like pretzels, although he gets extra salty, and I like extra dark. We usually keep them in stock, but somehow both kinds mysteriously disappeared from the drawer where we keep them. I was away Monday night for a golf outing, and when I returned Tuesday, I noticed a bright new bag of extra salty pretzels but none of the extra dark.
Lightly dust-spray the edges of a large picture in the most prominent space in your living room. Remove it and hide it in your garage, leaving a tell-tale vacancy on your wall. Practice pathetically saying you need help in redecorating your entire house.
There’s a disturbing new trend among rich baby boomers. No, not that they are getting even richer. Apparently, according to architects and home builders, wealthy boomers are not downsizing. In fact, they are making their master bedrooms even larger so that they can live in one big room while the rest of the house remains vacant…waiting for the next party or set of house guests.
She’s actually quite a lovely person, as long as you find yourself in alignment with her version of absolute truth. Any attempt to debate, discuss, refute or think differently from her firmly-established points of view is an invitation to ruin. She can be difficult.