October 31st, 2010 
judowolf I came across the name Joe Bob in a magazine article bringing back memories of the Joe Bob I cared for, while working for hospice – a stubborn independent Florida cracker, firearms owner, who did not take shit from anyone. I visited weekly assisting him with social security disability and other issues. When Joe Bob [...]
October 29th, 2010 judowolf I was daydreaming about my bartender days when the memory of the Limoncello man came racing forth. Captain Bob discovered Limoncello at a house party; it became his after dinner beverage, affects him quicker than wine, and soon he is hovering over the abyss. He dines at the club, comes to the bar, and asks [...]
October 27th, 2010 judowolf Listening to the rain pounding on his roof, I knew the Florida rainy season was in full swing, and chuckled as I remembered the house of rain. As a hospice social worker, I visited patients weekly – Joe lived alone in a shotgun style home that was easy to get around. During one of the [...]
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