Florida Part I — The Bachelor Pad

Florida Part I -- The Bachelor Pad

Hi all!

After WAY too many years, I at last made it down to Florida to visit my brother Danny where he now lives — in St. Pete.

Always clever with tools and absorbed in all sorts of manly toys, I was anxious to see his new digs.


After surviving a devastating fire on his 2 acres in McAlpin, Danny moved into this modest little place hauling the detritus from the fire and making room for all his hobbies.

Clever fellow that he is, he immediately created some curb appeal by installing a bay window rescued from McAlpin, a new door and a deck where he can entertain himself by feeding — and taming — the many squirrels that live in the massive live oak squeezed into his teeny, tiny front yard.

Wings on both sides of his home house his antique autos.


As befitting any respectable bachelor pad, the living room is outfitted with a generously sized hobby table complete with a bench grinder and a bi-plane hanging from the ceiling.


In the evening we watched “Two and a Half Men” while Danny tinkered with toys.

What more could a guy ask for?


The pantry is adorned with all manner of nuts, bolts, widget and gadgets and, of course, a Bench Press.

Food? What food?


Geez — I remember when he used to do this to me when I was 5 years old!

W A A A A A ! ! ! !



This side of the home USED to be a bedroom.

But now, as is much more suitable, it functions as storage for his autos — a 1938 LaSalle coop he has yet to restore.


Behind that, tools, tools and more tools.

The other wing USED to be the Living Room. A Living Room — who needs THAT?


Danny ripped out the floor so he can house yet more tools, pull his 1949 Ford Coop inside, with room for a lift so he can work on his cars.

What you are unable to see from the picture, is that he cut a hole in the ceiling — yes a HOLE — so he can lift the car and work under it.


My sister Karen arrived the following day with my promise that we would be able to play tourist during our stay there.

Hooray — TWO against ONE!!!

Danny gave us a tour of the premises including this skeleton of one of the airplanes rescued from the fire.

BTW the airplane skeleton and two of his antique cars are for sale. So is the property in McAlpin located on a private runway.



Karen and I LOVED tooling around in his cars, the 49 being our favorite, all squeezed into the front seat with no seat belts. Since the manufacture of these cars preceded seat belt laws it is perfectly legal to do so. And, what is critically important to my brother, is authenticity.

Okay, he does not like seat belts either.


Danny generously offered us one of his cars to drive — an older Toyota truck with a cracked windshield, a hulu dancer hanging from the rear view mirror


interesting bumper stickers.

But no way was my sister going to ride around in this thing, so off we go to the local rental agency. We ended up with a Ford Fusion, a great little car to drive.

Karen took me around to all her favorite Florida haunts from years back when she and her late husband Dick owned property down here and vacationed.

What a great tour guide she was!

My new iPhone 5 (gift from son Bill) helped us to navigate. Awesome!

While I marveled at all the fabulous Florida foliage, Karen enjoyed watching sea birds, soaking up sun, S H O P P I N G, finally ending up at one of her favorite bars where years ago she fished off the pier.


In the evening we returned to the Bachelor Pad where we dutifully prepared dinner for our host — Pig-in-the-Blanket that our Mom used to make, and Trigger Fish that we tracked down at a fish market called The Reef in Indian Shores.
Since all the places we had been to as children visiting grandparents, had disappeared or morphed into Disney-like parks, the three of us decided to take a nostalgic trip to Sunken Gardens.

Stay tuned for Part II when Karen takes me to the MOST AMAZING PLACE I’VE EVER SEEN in Safety Harbor.


More to come . . .

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