Thanksgiving Special - Thankful

I wrote this poem this morning while I was selling newspapers like a hooker on the corner of Desperate and Pathetic.



THANKFUL



THANKFUL

FOR THE FOOD I EAT

THANKFUL

FOR THE BED I SLEEP

THANKFUL

FOR THE LORD

MY SOUL TO KEEP

THANKFUL

FOR THE SEEDS

TO SOW AND REAP

THANKFUL

FOR THE FAITH

I LEAP

THANKFUL

FOR THE GIFTS

PRESENTED TO ME

THANKFUL

FOR MY PARENTS

RESTING IN PEACE

THANKFUL

FOR EVERYONE I MEET

EXCEPT THOSE WHO THINK

THEIR SHIT DON'T STINK

THANKFUL

FOR THE PEOPLE AND THINGS

THAT MAKE THIS WORLD

A BETTER PLACE

THANKFUL

FOR THE BIRDS

WHO COME TO FEED

THANKFUL

FOR MY FEETS

SO I CAN GO-GO

IN THE STREETS

THANKFUL

FOR LIVING IN A COUNTRY

THAT IS FREE

THANKFUL

FOR THE MEN AND WOMEN

WHO MAKE IT BE

THANKFUL

FOR THE HIGHER POWER

FOR WHOM

MAKES IT

ALL POSSIBLE

THANKFUL

FOR YOU

TO LOOK AND SEE

THE WORDS I WRITE

ON THE PAGES

IN BETWEEN



Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!!

Cherish the ones you love.

And if you don't have anyone to love, love yourself! (and I don't mean masturbate, although that's o.k. to do, in the privacy of your home, of course)

If you lost a love, remember the good times you had and move on!

Life's too short to dwell on the past.

Be thankful for what you have     Written by: Kevin Dale Sanders - November 20th, 2012

Trick Or Treat.. Happy Birthday To Me

Hello, my birthday is tomorrow as of this writing and I wrote a little poem to celebrate.

TRICK OR TREAT

I can't believe

I will be

forty-three

on Halloween

Happy Birthday

To me

The END

I told you it was a little poem. That's all I got. Thank you in advance for all the well wishes for my birthday.

My wishlist is to wish you all the best along with a Mac laptop, PS VITA w/ MLB12, an iPod, a smartphone (one that is smarter than I am), all the DVDs listed on my blog and a condo on Miami Beach.

Happy Halloween and stay safe!

poeticdrummer

Got a Job Working The Corner....Again!!

I am not a hooker!! But I know how it feels to be one,... somewhat. I am now a hawker for the Key West Citizen. The first question you may ask yourself is, What is a hawker? Well the definition and what the Key West Citizen told me was, it is: A person who sells newspapers on a street corner to make 50% of the sales. Each paper Monday - Saturday is only .50 cents. Tips not included but definitely appreciated. I have adopted the corner of 1st & N. Roosevelt in Key West. I'm on the corner where the Shell station is. I sold a whopping 5 papers today out of 25. I need more sales in order to survive. So if you are in the area around 7am-ish to 9:45 ish come by and buy a paper from me!! Drive safe and I'll see you in the streets. Thanks for your support and tips are greatly appreciated!!!

Your friendly neighborhood newspaper selling,
poeticdrummer

No Job, No Home

Hello, it's me again. ...Last time I wrote, I was looking for a job and I have yet to find one. I am going through a little depression of desperation and uncertainty. I know money isn't everything but when you don't have it and don't know when you will get it, it can bring you down a dark road with nowhere to turn to. As I am writing this I have conjured up some new hope and focusing on making money online (again). Reading books at the library, trying to find the correct way on how to make money online. I have tried the easy way from listening to the gurus that try to sell you something that doesn't work and it is very frustrating and in furiating when your hopes are up and it doesn't work. My plan is to learn as much as I can without spending a dime, that I don't have, to make a buck and hopefully a living. I know in order to support my happy in life habits, I need to get a "real" world job in order to sustain until my "cyber" world business takes off.... I just read a book called "Thank you for firing me" that was inspiring and got me out of my depression funk and my 3 day drunk. Thank you Kitty "One More" Martini and Candice "Good" Reed, the authors of the book....Yes I am drinking again. I figured I will drink when I want and quit when I want. You only live once.... I did escape a marchman act from the local cops but my buddy, Murphy, who had money, managed to get 2 marchman acts within 3 days. Better than jail but he did lose his bike and his money. And we both lost our I.D.'s in the maylay. His was expired so the cops took it away, however, mine was still valid. I don't remember but it seems weird how I still have my library card, food stamp card and ATM card which was all with my I.D. card but my I.D. is missing and I don't carry a wallet. I checked the Key West P.D. property office and it wasn't there.......In other homeless news, I was kicked out of K.O.T.S., the local homeless shelter for 2 weeks because Murphy brought in a bottle of Gatorade filled with Vodka and proceeded to throw it in my lap as one of the monitors watched and asked ME what was in the bottle and I replied "I have no idea" as I handed the bottle to the monitor to smell the contents, he exclaimed to ME, "You're outta here" to my disbelief and my rebuttal of, "It isn't mine!" didn't win the case. So I got up pissed and exclaimed, "I'll see you in the grave!!!" and left to find a spot on the street to sleep... O.K....I'm getting sleepy typing and I need to find a job, so it's time for me to go. Don't be afraid to email me at poeticdrummer@gmail.com if you know of a job in the Key West area or hell, anywhere for that matter if you're willing to put up a unemployed broke bum, I promise I won't drink on the job, I only drink when I'm off work, bored, depressed, happy or sad but NEVER on the job unless of course, the job requires me to drink then I would certainly oblige. I have been sober for 3 days. I've also been a road manager for a band, a drummer in 4 bands, the Statue of Liberty and a partridge in a pear tree.... and last but not least, I was born on HALLOWEEN!!!!




Have fun and don't work too hard,

Your unemployed pathetic, I mean, poetic drummer

Hospitalization Vacation

This past week I was hospitalized. The first time since I was in the hospital for a broken femur back in 1982 at Fisherman's Hospital. This time I was at Lower Keys Medical Center in Key West for about 12 days. I went to the emergency room after coughing uncontrollable, running a fever and at times spitting up blood. After five days of this, I came to the conclusion that something was wrong. They took chest X-rays and found a spot on top of my right lung and admitted me into the hospital. At first, they thought I had tuberculosis and after 5 days of blood test they found the TB test to be negative then after that I went on to do a pet scan and then a biopsy which involved a needle through my chest to get a sample of the spot on my lung. They didn't put me under but they gave me a sedative and numbed the area of my chest where the needle was going to go into. I hate needles with a passion especially the IV that nobody seems to be able to get started on the first try and I have been told by many nurses including my mother that I have great veins. With the IV, needle in the chest and the daily 4 o'clock in the morning wake up call to get blood samples, I felt like a friggin pin cushion. Other than that, the nurses were nice, the food was decent, I had a room and T.V. to myself because I was in isolation because they thought I might have TB. It was nice while it lasted but I had a sense/feeling that they like to move people along as quickly as possible when they don't have insurance and especially if you are homeless. Just my gut feeling I get from some people, not everybody. Hell, I'm homeless and I can't stand 90% of them either. Most are lazy, inconsiderate, only give a fuck about themselves, greedy, dirty, smelly, that just get drunk everyday and wait for their check in the mail. That is their whole existence, day in, day out. They don't do anything different and I always say, "And they wonder why they are homeless". I wouldn't want to live with them or put up with their bullshit. Anyway, I need a J.O.B. I don't have the luxury of calling mommy or daddy or waiting for the government to send me a check in the mail. I HAVE to work in order to survive and unfortunately for the time being, I have to deal with the smelly idiots staying at K.O.T.S. I will get out of there as soon as I have some money saved up.




As luck and perfect timing would have it, the hospital gave me a prescription for antibiotics and discharged me. The next day I was scheduled to be at a OSHA training session in order to get a job with the road construction going on in Key West, expected to last at least 2 years. I made it to the class, finished the 12 hour training and now I am qualified to work construction sites under OSHA standards and hopefully get a job as I have no more income from unemployment... I am still sober!! Amazing, I haven't had a drink in a month. Give me a chip, damn it!! I tried to quit smoking since I had a 12 day head start staying at the hospital. They gave me nicotine patches and weaned me down from 21 mg to 7 mg by the time I got out but after that first day of class it was all I could think about and I had a pack of cigarettes in my bag and I started smoking again but let's tackle one addiction at a time, shall we. I don't have a craving for a beer or any alcohol but that nicotine is a killer. Until the next diabolical adventure, remember, regardless of how much gold, silver, diamonds or money in the bank you may have,.... if you don't have your health, you have nothing !!!

DETOX and the Wagon

Hello,


I am clear headed and ready to get shit done now. I just got out of detox up in Marathon. I spent 6 days at the Guidance Clinic, while there, I also took a ride to Fisherman's Hospital in the ambulance. I came down with a fever, had low blood pressure and a rapid pulse rate. When I got to the hospital they found out I had a slight case of bronchitis. So through an IV, they gave me antibiotics. I was in the emergency room for about 8 hours then the nurse woke me up and told me my ride back to the detox clinic was there.

When I first went to the guidance clinic detox, I admitted myself because I was tired of drinking. I wasn't having any fun anymore. I was in Marathon and I would get a 4 pack, drink 2 beers, fall asleep, wake up, drink the other 2 beers, go to the store, get another 4 pack and repeat the boring cycle. My unemployment has run out so now I really have to look for a job. So I decided to clean myself up and start looking and get a friggin cell phone which I have been telling myself I was going to get but never did because I was too busy, fucked up, drinking and procrastinated and never got around to it. So I have put myself on the wagon to get my life back in order and to get a fucking JOB!!! Great thing is, is that I don't have a craving for alcohol, in fact, the thought of drinking a beer or Vodka makes me sick to my stomach. So it's easy to be on the wagon, for now. Who knows what the future holds?



I am back in Key West staying at KOTS which has thinned out because of people getting kicked out for doing stupid shit or getting busted and thrown in jail by the cops which is another reason why I quit drinking. I got tired of worrying and constantly looking over my shoulder for cops to escape from either being busted for open container, trespassing and/or sleeping where I shouldn't be sleeping. So that is a big relief in itself. Apparently they are more lenient on open container in Marathon but I did have a deputy there tell me I couldn't sleep in the park. Which I thought was odd.



So now I'm on the job hunt, ..seriously! After I get a job, I need to get the fuck out of KOTS and get a cheap, little efficiency. They have OSHA training coming up for construction in Key West so I should be able to make that training this weekend and be certified, at least, for a future job on road construction. I'm hopeful and grateful that I have a clear mind and that I am ready to improve my life. Cause this same old shit, is getting OLD!!! Hooray for AA !!!! We'll take it one day at a time and see what happens as the future unfolds. I'm also back to writing my book of memories so I am moving forward and I will not celebrate until I finish my goals. Get a job, get an apartment and finish writing my book!!! THEN I MIGHT, have a beer, maybe not, I don't know what the future holds. Right now I feel pretty good, better than when I was drinking, that's for sure. I used to wake up at the bus stop or park bench and the first thing that came to mind was to get a beer so I could feel alright and just end up drinking all day getting nothing done. What a pathetic existence. That's not living. Now I feel I have another running start and chance. Thank you to the Guidance clinic, they do good work there. I highly recommend them if you want to quit drinking and they even have smoke breaks!!! So you don't have to quit smoking. One habit at a time!!! Bye for now. Stay safe and remember to always have fun because you only live once. There are no second chances after death!!

A FEW WORDS I HAD IN MY HEAD BEFORE I GO...........

I'M SORRY

I MEANT TO CALL

BUT I FELL ASLEEP

ON A TELEPHONE POLE

ONE TWO

MANY BEERS

THREE FOUR

WHERE'S THE DOOR

FIVE SIX

I LOST MY STICKS

SEVEN EIGHT

I MIGHT BE LATE

NINE TEN

WHERE DO I BEGIN

KNOCK KNOCK

ARE YOU HOME

I LOST THE ONE

I USED TO CALL

MY OWN

I TOOK

THE FALL

IN A SEA

OF ALCOHOL

I would like to thank Natural Ice, Keystone Ice and any cheap ass Vodka for helping me ruin my life. No, it is not your fault. You didn't jump out of the store and pour yourself down my throat. I found you and paid good money, usually my last dime to capture and hide you. You and I did a pretty good job but I'm sorry, you're fired, I don't need you anymore. It's time for you and me to part ways and move on!! *sniff* *sniff*  Breaking up is soooo hard to do. To da loo......don't worry some other sucker will pick you up, I guarantee it!!

Miami Beach Poems- Incomplete

7-2-12




TAKE IT AWAY

GIVE IT AWAY

BEFORE THEY STEAL IT AWAY

AS FAR AS I CAN GO



NO PLACE LEFT

THEY TRY TO TAKE

ME TO A NEW LOW PLACE



I'VE NEVER BEEN BEFORE



GIVE ME STRENGTH

GIVE ME WISDOM

TAKE THE WORDS

I SPEAK



JUST A LOSER

YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME

YOU STAND ON

YOUR OWN TWO FEET

BETTER THAN ME

YOU HAVE A ROOM TO SLEEP

EAT A LOBSTER AND STEAK

BETTER THAN ME

TO YOUR EVERY COMMAND

HOW COULD I EVER THINK



DON'T SLEEP ON THE BEACH

AWAKE FROM A DREAM

YOU THOUGHT WOULD COME TRUE

ANOTHER LOST THOUGHT

WITHOUT A CLUE



BETWEEN THE BLADES OF GRASS

THAT WAIT



I THOUGHT YOU WERE MORE

THAN I BELIEVED

I KNOW ENOUGH TO SAVE THE WORLD



7-3-12



DO I BASE MY SUCCESS

ON WHAT THEY HAVE ALREADY SAID

MEASUREMENT TAPE

TO GAUGE

WHAT SOCIETY TOLD ME

WHERE I SHOULD BE



I HAVE TO DIE TO ESCAPE

JUDGEMENT DAY



WE ALL END UP

IN THE FINAL RESTING PLACE



7-3-12



FEELING LOW

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO



DON'T FEEL PITY FOR MY THOUGHTS



DON'T HAVE A PENNY

FOR THE COST



THE LEAVES BLOW DOWN THE ROAD

JUST LIKE ME

WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD



MY MUSIC STAYS ALIVE

GIVES ME ANOTHER CHANCE

TO SURVIVE



IT MUST BECOME DARK

TO BE THANKFUL

FOR THE LIGHT



BEFORE I FORGET, MY NOTEBOOK WAS STOLEN, THIS IS WHAT I WROTE THAT I CAN REMEMBER......



TYPICAL NIGGA

LOVES WATERMELON AND CHICKEN

LIKE A MEXICAN

LIKES RICE AND BEANS

LIKE CHINESE

LIKE

CHICKEN CHOW MIEN



UNDER GOD'S WING



BIGGA FIGGA NIGGA

I CAN'T REMEMBER



MY EYES BLIND

FROM THE TEARS

I CRY

I TRY

TO BLOCK OUT THE TEARS



THE PAIN TO ESCAPE

THE RAIN

AFRAID TO DIE



HEAVEN IS A PLACE

I CAN'T WAIT TO SLEEP

WAKE UP TO A FAMILY

I HAVEN'T SEEN

Marchman Act/ Nude Beach/ Arrested in Miami

It's been a wild and interesting week, to say the least. I fell asleep on the seawall/bike path in Key West. I awoke to 2 Key West police officers. They asked me if I wanted to go to jail or get Marchman Acted and I replied, "I'll take Marchman for two hundred Alex". So I got to the lovely Monroe County jail, conveniently located next to KOTS, BTW, and once inside the facility, the cop on watch asked me if I wanted help and I said , "Yeah, I want help" About an hour later, they told me it's time to go, I got into a car with 2 people with cages on the window and a pillow in the back seat. I fell asleep not knowing exactly where I was going. I woke up at the Guidance Clinic in Marathon, a place I have been to once before. They checked me in and I stayed there for 3 days. I was willing to quit drinking. I was looking for long term rehab, hoping they could find me a place to go. There were already 2 people in there waiting for a space for long term rehab. One was there for 3 weeks. So I figured I would inquire about long term rehab after the detox like they were waiting for. But the counselor basically wanted to send me back to KOTS which I didn't understand. That wasn't going to change my ways and I thought (wrong) since the other 2 people were waiting for rehab beds, I could too. There were plenty of beds and space available at the Guidance Clinic. But they just sent me on my merry way. I knew if I left the detox without going directly to a rehab facility that I would go to the first store I see and buy beer. Period. And that's exactly what I did. I decided to make my way back up to Miami Beach.




I heard there was a clothing optional place at Haulover Beach, north of south beach, I took the bus to check it out. I was scared to take my shorts off at first then after a few liquid courage beers, I actually got naked. Which was a freeing experience and apparently legal. The crowd was 97% guys which was not comforting. I continue not to be gay, which there is nothing wrong about being gay, hell my brother is, but I just don't roll that way. But I have to tell you it was a swinging dick, sausage fest. I managed to find a couple of hot chicks to sit around. I rather have chicks look at me than guys. I guess it's just my straight side. These girls, I would guess, were strippers. They were hot and naked. One had both her nipples pierce and the other one had tattoos and both smoking bodies.



After that, I usually sleep in the park between Ocean Drive and the beach, some call it Lummus Park and I never had a problem with cops there. They would come by about 6 AM on their ATV's and just tell me to get up. But on this particular night, I had a cop shine his flashlight in my eyes. I ignored it and acted like nothing was wrong. I've had it done before with no problem. But they walked up to me and asked me for my ID. I gave it to the cop. I had been drinking Keystone Ice that I put into a bottle which was a fruit/vegetable 46 oz bottle that had a label which covers up any color of liquid that it contains. The cop told me to put my hands on the palm tree and I heard them rustling around inside my bag. I knew I was busted. After 10 mins, the cop put the handcuffs on behind my back. I was thrown into Miami Beach jail. Holding cell freezing cold. Then I was transported to downtown Miami via a claustepohbic van from Miami Beach with 5 people next to me. That was the worst part of the whole escapade. A picnic bench with enough room to put your feet and that was it. The Cuban guy next to me started to freak out and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. We finally got to the hell hole after a long booking process they put us in a holding  hot as hell cell sweating with 40 other motherfuckers that had 2 mice and a few cockroaches. They would feed us some sweaty ass green baloney that I wouldn't eat so I fed it to the mice that came running out of the hole. One of the brothas' saw me do it and gave me shit. I laughed and he said why you still laughing? I put on my serious face. The guy before me was an old Jamaican black dude that could barely walk and they took his cane from him. He was in for panhandling and he had 700 dollars in 7 crisp one hundred bills in his property check in. Un fuckin believable. By the time court came, which since I was booked after midnight I had to wait another day to see the judge which meant more time in the holding hell hole with all these other mother fuckers. I finally got to the 2 floor and was fed a real meal which consisted of a chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes, still a far cry from sweaty green baloney and cheese. I went to sleep and woke up to court call. When I went to court, it was a very long, hurry up and wait process. When my name was finally called, I didn't even make it up to the podium and the judge said, "Kevin Sanders, drinking in public, case dismissed" After I FINALLY got my property ie. ATM card ID, it took 2 hours after being released out of jail. I took the bus back to my hometown of Marathon, where you can drink in public, back to square one.
The Miami Beach police told me not to come back for 2 weeks as they were doing a sweep on Miami Beach.











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Hard Time on the 4th of July

Hello,
I will try and keep this short and sweet. I don't get my unemployment check until probably after the 4th and I anm currently broke and the homeless help center here in Miami Beach has been nothing but helpless. There are no beds available in Miami right now, which I don't have a problem with. I have a blanket and the cops have been cool with me sleeping in the park thus far. But I currently have 1.08 in my checking account and I need some help. I am not good at and can't bring myself to ask people on the street for money. I guess it's shame or pride or both, I don't know. But I do have a Wells Fargo checking account (Acct # 6658497117 ) that people can put money into to help me out until I get paid. I can even pay you back. But right now I have limited access to the computer and no current phone so I figured without anything else left to lose I would ask (sheepishly) online to see if anyone could help with just a couple of bucks for food and other stuff like bus fare. Anyway, this is no B.S. and email me what you want in return and I will do what I can at the moment. Thank you in advance, God bless you and Happy 4th of July!!

Catch 22 / Happy Father's Day

I'm still in Miami Beach. I thought I would have to go back to Key West in order to get my I.D. But as a stroke of rare luck happened, I didn't have to. The homeless helping place, which is not much help FINALLY saw me in park where I sleep and verified that I was homeless. They told me that there were no beds currently available, how convenient, and I told them my number one main concern was getting my identification and they said they could help me with that and told me to report to their office 555 17th St. to do an evaluation and intake (paperwork). So I went into the office the next day thinking they would get me an I.D. either that day or maybe the next. I was excited because I had received my unemployment check direct deposited into my checking account, my problem was, the catch 22, is I had to have I.D. in order to get money from the bank as I didn't have my ATM card. After my evaluation questionnaire, I waited out in the waiting room anticipating on getting my I.D. and the lady comes out and hands me a card with an appointment date of June 28th, 2012 and this was June 8th. They expected me to wait 20 days in order to get my I.D.!! Christ, I would starve to death before that happened!! And of course, that was their final answer and there is nothing more they could do. So I took the card and left disappointed and began to see what kind of options I had in order to get my I.D. sooner or get money out of the bank so I could pay for my bus fare and I.D. myself. I had money, I just could get to it. I have an acquaintance from K.O.T.S. in Key West who is staying in Miami Beach, Lefty, the one arm bandit, I mentioned him previously. I was searching the Wells Fargo website to see about ways to get money without an I.D. or ATM card and I came across a way to transfer money into a Bank Of America account from my Wells Fargo account and wooten you know it, Lefty had a Bank Of America account. So I had to walk from 22 St to 9th street to see if Lefty would be willing to let me transfer money into his account via the computer and then he could take the money out with his ATM card and I would pay him 10 bucks just to do that and he agreed. I thought, all I need is his account number, he had no problem with that and so he stayed at his shelter place while I walked back to the library to do the transaction. Of course, it was not that easy, I was having trouble doing the transfer. The computer wanted Lefty's mobile phone number or email address in which I had neither, so I called the bank and they informed me that that was the only way you could do a transfer to a Bank of America account. So frustrated, I ran (walked real fast) back to Lefty's place to get his cell phone number. I had to make it back to the library before it closed at 6pm. Lefty finally comes down from his room and I asked him for his cell phone number and he told me he didn't have a cell phone. But he did have one about a week ago because he gave Billy his cell number, I was there. I guess he was lying for some reason because after the fact he had a cell phone in the park the day after this incident. I guess he didn't want to make 10 bucks, I don't know or the phone is hot or something, whatever, it worked out. I went into Wells Fargo the next morning and explained my situation about losing my I.D. and ATM card and asked the lady if there was a way to verify who I am and thankfully there was a way. They just had to ask me a few questions that I should know the answers to and I got them all RIGHT!! So the teller gave me my money from my bank account and I went to the DMV to see if I could get an I.D. without a birth certificate. I mean what the hell, I was on a roll, let's push the envelope. And guess what? I got an I.D. without a birth certificate or anything. I just had to pay 25.00 dollars for the I.D. replacement card and wait for about 3 hours. Now how did I do that, you ask? Things that make you go hmmmmmm....Well apparently the powers that be at the Florida DMV came up with the amazing idea of storing your driver's license with picture and all in the wonderful world of computer technology so that when one does lose his or her license or I.D. your information and identifying picture is stored on the computer for future reference therefore eliminating the need for a birth certificate. Slowly but surely I am regaining all that I have lost. I now have a photo I.D. which help me get my food stamp card from the post office and I got a temporary ATM card and my social security card is on the way. Next step is to get a phone then some shelter (the shelters have been full in the Miami area) then get a J.O.B. I must say the Miami Beach cops have been very cool about people sleeping in the park, they just drive by on their ATV's and tell you you have to get up which is about 6 AM. It doesn't look good for the tourist to see people sleeping for free in the park while they pay ridiculous amounts of money for a hotel room although they do get amenities we homeless do not receive which would be a shower, toilet, T.V., room service or a dry place to sleep if it rains. O.K. enough of that rant..... I've been doing some research at the Main Library because they have telephone directories dating back as far as the 50's in which I was able to find a listing from 1969 for a golf driving range that apparently my father owned called Fred Sanders Driving Range which is at 1750 N.W. 28th Street in Miami. I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I put a few things together to determine my findings to be true and correct, to the best of my knowledge, of course. For one, my father's name was William Fred Sanders ( I also found out the date he died which was on October 10, 1970) For two, I remember my brother telling me that my father won the award for "Longest Drive of the South" in golf. I actually took the bus to that address and it looks like it was a driving range over 40 years ago, as it is now a huge open park with a baseball field included. While were on the subject and my memory still serves me correctly, I remember my mother telling me that professional golfer, Doug Sanders, is a cousin of mine, I don't know how distant. I actually somehow contacted his daughter through email and mention this mystery and she replied that he doesn't remember any connection due to his age......Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, I never got a chance to meet mine as he died from a gunshot trying to get into a cousin's house here in Miami when I was almost a year old, sorry I don't know much of the details. All I know from what my brother told me, the court deemed it a justified homicide. So please do not take your father for granted and cherish him everyday as I wish I had a chance but I never will get back my biological father. Fortunately, my mother remarried when I was 5 years old to a good man (tough as nails) and a great step father, Donald "Doc" MacDonald who past away in 2003. R.I.P......On a brighter note, I created yet another Twitter account in recognition of my new digs on the street in Miami Beach follow me @MiamiBeachBitch