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Prissicion? Interst & Enviroment? Pancit and Lumpia; Tractors! Florida Trail; Hidden Pond; Pink; Florida Snow Golf?

I love signs. Not only are they (sometimes) informative, but they are often amusing. The first was observed on the back of a landscaping trailer here in The Villages. (I hope the owner is named “Prissi”, but I’m not hopeful…)

The second sign was outside a local financial planning company (which shall go nameless, for military cooperation reasons)… the funniest thing about this sign was that when I mentioned the misspellings to the girl at the desk, she asked me, “Wow, were you an English teacher?” “No, I was a naval officer, but I had to write a lot.” “Oh, that explains it; I’m the wife of a Navy yeoman, and the sign was written by a former Air Force guy. Wait until he hears he was pimped by the Navy!” Anchors Away, Birdman!!!

Those readers familiar with the US Navy know that during most of the 20th Century, and especially after WW II, thousands of sailors were recruited from the Philippines. Service in the US Navy was a path to good pay, training and citizenship for young men who otherwise would have few opportunities back home. When I served aboard ships from 1968 until 1990, many of our crewmen were born in the “P.I.” Many were cooks and stewards, and for thousands of American sailors, their first taste of Asian cuisine was pancit, chicken or pork adobo, and lumpia served aboard ship or ashore in Subic Bay or Manila when their deployed ships pulled in for R&R during Vietnam. Suzanne’s first taste of these culinary delights was at CINCLANTFLT headquarters in Norfolk, and more followed at every duty station until she retired. So it was no surprise that when we got married, pancit and lumpia were front and center on the serving line at our reception. 

Fast forward to last week, and she was having some physical therapy done on her elbow, and everyone in the office was from the Philippines. She mentioned our wedding menu, and after looks of amazement from the staff, one of the ladies said, “I’m bringing you pancit on your next visit.” Sure enough, a few days later we were enjoying it at lunch, and then a few days later a gift of lumpia followed. The ladies also told her about a Filipino restaurant in Leesburg, so one day we took Suzanne’s Lovely Mom Ruthie on an outing for lunch. As soon as Ruthie sat down, a cute little Filipina girl about 4 years old came over and starting talking to her and showing Ruthie her iPhone. They had a fun chat while we ordered.

The food was delicious and authentic, and every other diner surely used Tagalog as their primary language. We were the only Anglos there, and it brought back many fond memories to both of us retired Navy officers. For those in our area, you can find great food at very reasonable prices at the First Asian Grocery on Route 44 in Leesburg.

Two incidents that occurred on our outing bear recounting. On the drive to Leesburg, we were delayed in a traffic jam by a tractor parade crossing the road, complete with county sheriff escort. Imagine our surprise an hour or so later when we found ourselves in a deja vu moment when we got caught by the same parade in a different location. I’m not a tractor expert, but My Good Friend Bob (formerly Farmer Bob) could probably tell you more about this tractor than you ever thought possible. (They were apparently from a local tractor museum where Bob is said to have a lifetime membership.)


Speaking of outdoor activities, winter in Florida is a great time for backpacking on the Florida Trail, which runs from Pensacola to Miami. I got out this week for a two-day trip, which allowed me to lighten my backpack from the 40 lbs I was carrying on the Appalachian Trail to 22 lbs, a huge benefit. For example, I replaced my compressed gas backpacker’s stove with a tiny Esbit fuel tab stove (weight savings: about 8 ounces).


My destination was Hidden Pond, a pretty spot to spend the night and a reliable water source. You would think that water isn’t a problem while hiking in Florida, but the sandy soil and karst limestone geology makes for unusual water hydrology. Rainfall is soaked up quickly, and while there are lots of ponds scattered about, they are often surrounded by muddy marsh, and reliably-flowing creeks are actually quite few and far between. I arrived at Hidden Pond late in the day, and thought about a quick dip, but (a) there might be a lurking gator looking for dinner, and (b) I hadn’t brought a swim suit, and even though I hadn’t seen a soul in hours, fer sure if I went skinny-dipping, a troop of Girl Scouts would arrive and I would be caught in flagrante delicto, so to speak… “not a pretty sight”…

I pitched my luxurious, not-politically-correct, one-man tent in a grove of live oaks festooned with Spanish moss. I was careful not to set up under any large overhanging limbs (called “widow-makers” by backpackers) and had a home-freeze-dried dinner of chicken with a cherry sauce. (Note to self: remember to bring the salt next time; MLB uses none when cooking, and I forgot that necessary spice when packing.) A walk around the area gave me a sense of solitude, wilderness and tragedy; this was the site of the brutal murders of two college students by a 19 year old psychopath in 2006. Sentenced to life without parole, he later killed his cellmate. (Sometimes “solitary” isn’t such a bad idea.) I had no other neighbors, probably for five miles in any direction, except for the owls, Sandhill cranes and a pack of coyotes who gave me a reveille call for about five minutes just before sunrise. It was only a little unnerving listening to the pack’s yips and howls; attacks on humans are exceedingly rare.


I only met one other overnight backpacker on my two day outing on the FT in Ocala National Forest. Alex is from Ukraine, and was out for a week or so. That’s about the limit of food one can carry, and that’s eating light. Alex saw my Ocala Half Marathon tee-shirt and mentioned that he was also a marathoner, with a personal best time of 3:09; mine was 3:12, back when I was Alex’s age… gosh, that was more than 5 years ago, as I recall. Alex and I met while I was watching some Sandhill cranes; he was about 25 yards away listening to “a strange noise”; I helped him with the identification of a big bull gator making mating sounds (a low guttural rumble like a motorcycle starting up in the distance). We chatted, and he mentioned thinking about walking closer to the gator to get a picture for friends back in Ukraine, since the marsh grass was in the way. “Um, Alex, that might not be the best idea you’ve ever had…”  

I would like to thank our good friend Lynette Setzkorn from Tulsa for a very thoughtful brass key chain/dog tag she sent me with some lyrics from a Pink song. I think that Lynette was surprised that an old guy like me would like Pink’s work. Hey, I appreciate talent when I hear it, and she has such a subdued, “girl-next-door” style…

Finally, I received a missive the other night from our great buddy in Colorado, Army Colonel “Crusty” Charles Cunis, who was making fun of Floridians for wearing parkas with hoods, gloves and boots when the temperature drops to 72F. To prove the Good Colonel’s disparaging remarks wrong, I sent him the following photo of a Florida golfer ready for an evening on the links when the temp actually reached a frigid 59F, and as you can see, he’s not even wearing boots! Crusty can send his spare snow shovel to Terri of the Frozen North, who has far more need for it than us Floridians…


  • S/V Magnolia
    Posted February 26, 2016 at 5:46 pm

    Ty you have not lost it…or maybe you have! Be safe, miss you both! A2

  • Unknown
    Posted February 26, 2016 at 8:58 pm

    Ty- I know the father of one of the college students killed in the forest that you wrote about.

    Tom G.

  • Anonymous
    Posted February 28, 2016 at 3:09 pm

    Good to see you enjoying the Ocala National Forest. I spent a month there in 1996 helping conduct some prescribed burning and overseeing a helicopter helping them. It's a beautiful area. This was my last week in MS-I traveled home to TN for good yesterday. On March 7th I start my new job as a Zone Aviation Officer working out of Asheville, NC. Hope to see you all next time you come through the area! Brad

  • Ty and Suzanne Giesemann
    Posted February 28, 2016 at 3:11 pm

    Tom, can't imagine how awful that must be. Losing a child to lightning was bad enough, but that would make me perpetually angry, especially with the murderer still alive.

  • Ty and Suzanne Giesemann
    Posted February 28, 2016 at 3:14 pm

    Brad, Yes, ONF is lovely. Lots of bears, deer and coyotes, too. Congrats on your new assignment; we'll be in Asheville 2-6 Nov for Suzanne to present a workshop at Unity of the Blue Ridge. Maybe we can get together for dinner then?

  • Anonymous
    Posted February 28, 2016 at 9:20 pm

    That sounds great Ty! Will put it on my calendar and talk as time get close. Brad

  • Unknown
    Posted May 8, 2016 at 3:55 am

    Ty- I know the father of one of the two college students killed in the forest that were mentioned in your blog.

    Tom, G.


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