Gulf Revisited – 2011

Upgrading Library Privileges to Resident

May 10 – 19, 2011


Part 1: Memphis to Trapp Farm

Part 6: So-So Golf for Birthday Boy

Part 2: Trapp Farm to Gulf Shores, AL

Part 7: Score of ‘59’ beats golfer’s age

Part 3: Golf Practice at Gulf State Park

Part 8: Upgrading Library Privileges-

Part 4: Shopping at  Big Box stores

Part 9: Gulf Shores to Pearl, MS

Part 5: Condo Owners. Meeting

Part 10: Drive to home in Memphis


- Updated June 9, 2011


Several photos of the interior of our condo at Gulf Village, Ala., are posted on the website of our property manager, Kaiser Realty, which also has pix of the exterior of the complex as well as area beach shots. There are additional pix mainly taken by Betty Nolan during our trips to the area in recent years. They are posted at in various albums registered under Lewis “Buzz” Nolan’s email address. Email for instructions how to access the Kaiser pictures and also the Nolan pictures. 




May 17, 2011 – Tuesday – We gain recognition as residential property owners


I arose at 8 a.m. and greatly enjoyed another of Betty’s great breakfasts. This one included a wonderful egg omelet made with leftover, smoked salmon from Alaska we had brought from home.


We drove a few miles from our beach-front condo in the Gulf Village complex to Kaiser Realty in the middle of Gulf Shores to see our rental manager, Shelia May, and to pick up a copy if possible of our Business License document. We wanted to brief Shelia on the business of the Owners Meeting on the previous day. And we also wanted something official to prove that we in fact are the owners of a condo within the town limits so we can properly qualify for library cards from the municipal facility. We had purchased the condo from Kaiser senior salesman Roger Kaiser 24 years ago and the firm had ably managed the unit for us ever since as rental property.


Only legal residents of Baldwin County Gulf Shores get the Library cards that carry full privileges; we had recently learned that our well-used library cards were only issued to vacationers. They provided limited check-outs for videos with shorter times for visitors than what was granted to residents. And as long-time taxpayers, we qualified as residents of Gulf Shores and were entitled to the more liberal privileges.


Betty and I then drove to the nearby Library and presented the copy of our Business License and we were promptly and courteously given residential check-out cards. We quickly checked our Internet mail (for possibly one of the last times since our condo association plans to soon arrange  Internet service for our development), then drove east 10 or more miles down Canal Road to the Wharf development at the nearby beach town of Orange Beach, Ala.


We had a delightful lunch at our favorite restaurant at the Wharf complex of residential condos, retail establishments, recreational areas and a marina for luxury boats, the Gennie Lane bistro and saloon.


It was a delightful day, with temperatures unseasonably cool and rising into the upper 60s. Once back at our condo, Betty went outside to read a paperback book brought from home in the sunshine of our new, wood deck porch while I did some paperwork on my laptop inside and took a customary afternoon nap. Betty pulled off a plastic paper tag from a piece of the tongue-and-groove decking that said the “evergreen wood had been chemically treated and was guaranteed against structural damage by termites or fungal decay.”


The decking certainly looked far better than the old, weathered and splintered wood it had replaced. I had been hesitant to walk barefooted on the old decking and frequently used a hammer I keep on the premises to beat down nails that popped up to injure the feet of the unwary.


Staying out of the direct sun because of several instances of basal cell skin cancer in recent years, I finished adventure-mystery writer Steven Hunter’s very good novel, “Night of Thunder” about NASCAR racing and characters in East Tennessee that had been written some years ago. Hunter is a Pulitzer Prize-winning newspaper writing movie critic who writes about a U.S. Marine Corps hero.


I also read on the Internet news accounts of my hometown paper, The Commercial Appeal, of the daily fight by the city of Memphis and other governments battling the flooding of the Mississippi River in the region. It wasn’t until after our return to Memphis later in the week that the water subsided below the official flood stage of 34 feet registered in the permanent gauge on the riverfront in Memphis.


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