The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here:  Home  » Connections   Nico, Christopher, Blake and Dad at the Ft. Lauderdale Air Show. Mothers Day May 9, 2021   June 3, 2021 Connections    We don't value older living people like we should, especially people who have a connection to our past. I sometimes marvel at that observation. At first, I related connections to our past movie stars. It's like 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon. They link our history since movies significantly impact most of our lives.  Let's say you think of Gene Hackman, who is alive at 91 years old. He is connected to Christopher Reeves, deceased through the Superman series, or his connection with Gene Wilder since Gene was in the movie Bonnie and Clyde with him. You can think of all the connections he has had to cinema legends. These are just examples of some celebrities because he has a brilliant resume working with great actors who are long gone. If you think deeply about his significance while he's alive, Ge...

You are here:  Home  »  Redlining My Thoughts on My Way Home The boys the day before Easter April 4, 2021.    April 30, 2021 Don't you ever wish you could retract negative words from your mouth? Mainly when those words served no purpose but to hurt the person you hurled them towards. Then, after those words have been said, do you wish the person would forget you had uttered them? Yeah, that guy full of regret would be me.    While driving home in my car down this stretch of roadway, my mind wanders through the things that I have said to people in the past that I now wish I hadn't. These thoughts are redlining my brain on my way home. I hope they will subside. This blog will help future thoughts. But probably not.    Those hurtful words I talk about came out from my forked tongue that had an agenda to hurt the feelings of another person. I understand we are humans, and we say things that we don't mean or wish we could take back. But those...

You are here:  Home  » Bingo!     Celebrating Nico's 13th birthday on March 6, 2021.   March 16, 2021 In the 80s and 90s, before the Big Hard Rock Hotel was built on the Seminole Reservation, If you were traveling southbound on State Road 441 in Broward County, Florida, from the intersection of Griffin Road, you’d come across their giant bingo hall. Large signs affixed to the side would announce the 100,000 thousands of dollars for the next bingo jackpot. I never played at that bingo hall or at that time any bingo. But I grew up watching bingo. My dad allowed me to tag along while he took his mom and her friends to the Seminole Bingo and other pickup games, like the poker tables of today. I like to remember those elderly ladies my father chauffeured around as the Golden Girls of the bingo hall. Those ladies went to play bingo 3 times a week. Their desire to play the game made me curious about what I missed. Like a thief with a stolen purse, I would rifl...

You are here:  Home  » Raise a Bottle, Win a Prize Us, at the fair.  January 30, 2021    I was a 12-year-old boy when I got a job at a local fair. This yearly event was small, but they had fun rides and carnival games. As a pre-teen, though, going up there to hang out meant everything to me because, due to it being close to my house, my parents allowed me to go on my own.      I liked to linger around the fairgrounds and watch the ride owners assemble the rides. The Ferris wheel would tower above me, its shadow casting black lines that looked like fingers spreading across the terrain. They would spin the wheel to the next level whenever they added a new car to the structure. The sun would pass through, and the bright light would flicker as the metal beams sliced its powerful rays. My parents were happy I had a job to keep me busy for a few days. I loved to get there before the start of the fair and wa...

You are here:  Home  » No Good, Sh*tty Year, Good Riddance to 2020     Christopher and Nico at the NASCAR Hall of Fame. January 1, 2021. December 31,2020 Warning: this blog egregiously uses the word shitty. Good riddance to the end of this no-good, shitty year. Thank your favorite deity that 2020 is coming to a close, and you made it. Hopefully, the stench of yesteryear will be cleansed the moment we usher in 2021. The cloud of COVID-19 was not too far in the distance when we last visited ushering in 2020. I was in Madrid, Spain, ringing in 2020. Who knew how bad this year would be, other than our politicians, of the incoming death? They failed us without notification. Why are we surprised whenever the government treats us as collateral damage? You'd think the Covid virus would be the kickoff to a shitty year, but we didn't take that seriously until March. A San Francisco 49ers fan may argue with you when the shitty year started when they lost the Super Bowl a...

You are here:  Home  » Santa Has Covid   Christopher, Blake and Nico on vacation in Kingsport, Tennessee.  December 28, 2020. December 19, 2020 There was light chatter amongst the elves that Santa might have COVID-19. A whisper here on the toy line. A theory over there in the corner by the water cooler. But where could the fib have started?  I'm not a detective. However, the rumors may have begun when Parnell entered the head trainer's office and exclaimed.  "Santa may have COVID!"  Startled, Papa Newell leaped to his feet. "Wha-wha-what," he stammered.  "No one is telling us that Santa has COVID! It makes me upset because I work so close to Santa. I have a right to know."   "You mustn't say a word, Parnell. Some rules govern us regarding health issues and privacy. And Santa is protected by those rules." Later that evening, during the winter feast, to celebrate the elves' hard work this past summer and fall preparing the toys for ...

You are here: Home » The Black, a Halloween Story  Christopher and Nico enjoying Duffy's one of our favorite restaurants. October 25, 2020. October 26, 2020 The Black derived from a black hole in space. A fragmented piece of space debris bounced off the rim of a black hole before it could be sucked in for eternity. It spiraled out of control until it made its way to earth. The piece pierced the earth's atmosphere and finally embedded itself into the wooded area of New York's Central Park on the Upper East Side. For decades, the piece absorbed the water and earth's nutrients as microscopic entities grew on its surface and began to morph into an entity, a plague. The Black thrived in our world. Like bacteria in a humid petri dish, the plague was found to exist. It only needed a host. Luckily for The Black, Phil happened to be jogging by, and he would become its unwilling host after getting his ass kicked by some punks. "Sorry, sorry," Phil said as he sidesteppe...

You are here: Home » Technically Speaking in a Technical Time  Nico, Mrs. Fusaro and Christopher enjoying the Gold Coast Train Museum. Sept. 26, 2020 September 30, 2020 I decided to write this after the attempted murder of the 2 L.A. Sheriff’s deputies in California. We owe it to ourselves and our families to remain safe by not compromising our situational awareness during our downtime. Although an ambush is an ambush, it may be impossible to see it coming. We can prevent being taken by surprise by not focusing on our technology and not compromising our hypervigilance.  Information technology has infiltrated our police cars through computers and cell phones. Both have become a way of life for us in law enforcement. Back in the day when tickets were written, most of us officers would stand off to the side of the road, in a swale, or on a sidewalk, and stroke out a citation. All the while keeping our eyes on the occupants inside the car. This method also gave us situational awa...

The boys. Nico (top left, Christopher top right, Blake bottom left and Max bottom right. August 2020) August 31, 2020 I have a life story. You have a life story. Everyone has a life story to tell. It's important to know that because some people get so caught up in their own stories, they tend to discard other people's feelings and cast their personal histories over the side. Don't do that. We all deserve to be heard. You have the emotional intelligence to tell the person who doesn't appreciate your sound advice to pound sand! My biggest beef is that when I tell someone my story or favorite event, I listen to someone's story with caring ears and then offer insightful opinions that correlate with their story. That person person looks at me and callously says, "Oh? Well, anyway..." Oh, anyway? Can there be another careless word by someone to use that demonstrates a total disregard for your own story? It's like telling you, "Who cares!" No one wa...