The Cottage Where Tigers Came Home 🐅🌴

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Back in 2o1O… life was just amazing for me…

At the time, I was serving as the resident director at a Christian men’s drug rehab and discipleship training program down in Bradenton, Florida… in the Tampa Bay area…

It was so rewarding… so awesome… to have a hand in helping guys get off drugs… to watch the transformation take place in their lives… to see hope return where there had once been none…

We also did a lot in the community to help people.

Folks would call my office looking for help. Maybe they needed help moving… maybe an elderly person needed some yard work done… and sometimes it was something completely different. I received those kind of calls often, and through them, I made many friendships.

One day I got a call from an older gentleman named Dan.

He lived alone… his health wasn’t the greatest… and he needed some work done around his property. He wanted to know if there was any way we could help him.

Of course, I told him we could.

So I grabbed a few guys, and we headed out to his place.

Dan lived on Anna Maria Island… in Holmes Beach… and his property sat directly on the Gulf side.

As I pulled up and stepped out of the truck, I was in awe.

It was beautiful.

There were three houses on the property.

One was the main house where Dan lived.

Another was a rental house.

And then there was a little two bedroom cottage… over eighty years old… sitting quietly near the water.

It needed a lot of work.

No one had lived in it for more than ten years…

Dan and I became good friends…

I would often stop by to check on him.

Sometimes I’d pick up some food, and we’d sit out on his back deck… have lunch… talk… and stare out at that blue green water.

It was so vibrant in color that it didn’t even look real.

Dan had lived a lot of life.

He was full of true stories… the kind you can’t make up.

I loved listening.

Every visit felt like opening another chapter of a book.

One day he told me he wanted to start renovating the cottage and renting it out again.

He asked me if I’d be interested in helping.

I agreed.

And over the course of the next year… I spent much of my free time out there on the island working on it…

Most days I’d bring a couple of the guys with me.

Little by little… room by room… we started bringing it back to life.

And finally… one day…

We put the last finishing touches on it.

It was ready to be lived in again.

A few days later, Dan called me.

He asked if I could come by.

Said there was something he wanted to talk to me about.

He knew I was looking for a place to live.

And then he told me something I’ll never forget.

He said he’d love for me to be his neighbor. 😁

A few weeks later…

I relocated myself to 3220 Gulf Drive.

And just like that…

I became about that life…

The Salt Life.

My buddy Nathan lived there with me for a while…

And we made a lot of good memories…

It was just unreal living there…

I had a hammock stretched between two palm trees in my backyard.

I had an enclosed back patio with an incredible view.

I’d sit out there and play my guitar… and watch the sunsets.

At night… I’d lay in bed and fall asleep to the sound of the waves crashing.

I found out the cottage had quite a history…

Back in the 80s and 90s… Dan rented it out to many famous people…

Two of which were the Allman Brothers Band…

And Gunther Gebel Williams… the famous animal trainer from Ringling Bros. Circus.

Gregg Allman… Jaimoe Johanson… and Allen Woody were regulars…

Dan told me many times that he’d have to walk over late at night and tell them to quiet down…

They’d be partying like crazy… drinking… playing music… and making way too much noise. 😂

I always got a kick out of those stories.

But Gunther’s story was just unbelievable…

When he stayed at the cottage… he always brought his friends with him.

And umm…

His friends were tigers. 🐅 🐅

One of them was pregnant…

And she gave birth right there…

In the very place I called home.

So eventually… Gunther ended up finding another place down the street that was better suited for him and his friends…

Probably bigger. 😂

Late one night… Dan received a phone call from an older couple who were on vacation and staying at the cottage.

They told him they thought someone was at the front door trying to break in.

So he went outside to see what was going on…

And to his disbelief…

There was a huge tiger standing at the front door wanting in.

About that time, Gunther came running down the street yelling for his furry friend.

He grabbed him and took him back home.

Later, Gunther told Dan that tigers instinctively want to return to the place where they were born.

So for a while… this became a regular problem.

They’d get loose… wander off… and end up right back at the beach house.

It got to the point that Dan finally told Gunther it had to stop because it was bad for business. 😂

Apparently around that time… there were quite a few reported tiger sightings on the island…

I lived on the island from 2o12 to 2o14…

Then I got married… moved away to a different part of Florida… and never saw Dan again.

Today… all the homes that were on the property have been torn down… and new ones built in their place.

I’m not even sure if Dan is still living.

I’ve been trying to find out here recently…

No luck yet…

I used to have a lot of pictures and videos from my time there.

They were all on my old phone…

Which eventually ended up at the bottom of the sea. 😁

Today… I have nothing to look at from those days…

Just the memories.

it was a time in my life…

That I’ll never forget.

I did find this video from 2o11… a year before I moved to the island 👇 this was the beachfront of the cottage

The new homes
The new homes

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places… indeed… I have a beautiful inheritance. — Psalm 16:6

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The Window Song

one broken summer… one beautiful moment…

The Summer of 97`
was rough man…

like couldn’t get any worse…
far as the heart goes…


go read my story First Love
and you will get it… 😁


…but now looking back…
it was beautiful…

So I did three things that summer…

went to work…
played my guitar…
hung out with friends…


killing everything with drugs and alcohol…
straight up gunning my life down…


At the time… I was living in a downstairs apartment…
in the burbs of Atlanta…


That summer… I spent many a day and night…
many an hour…


sitting on the edge of my bed…
right in front of an open window…


strumming my strings…
singing my blues away…


learning new songs…
holding fast to old ones…


I had just finished a concert to myself lol…
when I heard a soft hello…


Then I looked… and there —
at my window —

was the beautiful face
that belonged to the voice…


She lived in the neighborhood…
I didn’t know her…


With my guitar still in my hands…
we talked — through the screen —


She was kind… honest…
open…


She told me that for a month…
she would pass by my window…


hoping I would be there…
singing…
playing…


She told me how much she looked forward to it…
how the music helped her…
because she was dealing with much in her life…

She said she would lean against my building…
beside my window…
just out of sight…


listen for a while…
breathe in deep…


she said my feelings —
that I was giving away in those songs —
she recognized them…
as her own…

She said she’d get lost in my songs…
forget things…
for a little while…


I’ve never had a better compliment…


So I told her…


my window… was her window…
my song… was her song…


and she was welcome… anytime…

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…….<~|🜔|~>→🪟→♪♪~…….<~|*|~>→|[]|→~~~♪~ `.°~ @’~~~ that’s what she said…

While writing this I listened to the album Kerosene Hat by Cracker… from 1993…

She was definitely… a hidden gem… from the b-side… 😎`’.,

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Little Grown-Ups…

my life as a Gen X kid…

This song has the “F” word in it… only once… in one line… so you may not want to listen… if it may offend you… 👇

I was born in September of  73`… a Gen X kid…
when I look back now… I realize things…


Yeah maybe I was doing stuff early on that probably could have waited until I was an adult…


but life was different back then…


the world was wider… lighter… rawer… simpler… all at once…


And us kids…


we were all little grown-ups…

From the time I was about eight until I was fourteen…


life couldn’t have been much better…


I grew up in a fairly large community of side by side houses… side by side families…
where everybody knew everybody…
neighbors didn’t just nod — they shared life…
they borrowed sugar…
they brought each other meals…
they sat in yards and talked about real things…
hearts… stories… struggles… faith… loss… laughter…


It wasn’t perfect —
but man… it was real…

My great-grandfather lived with us in those days…


he was one of a kind…


old as dirt… tougher than leather… stubborn as wet cement…


he had lived much…
And he never ran out of stories…


He’d sit outside every day… in this beat up old folding chair…


And half the time.. I’d pull another chair beside him… and just listen…


He was a war veteran — A Purple Heart… other medals he earned through blood and grit…


Infantry…
France…
WW2…


he’d tell me stories of laughing under fire… marching… waiting… freezing… fighting… barely surviving…


And I’d pepper him with a thousand questions… because I couldn’t get enough…

Later.. I found out from my grandmother…
that he had taken many lives in battle…
those stories… he never told…
those belonged to him… and God alone…


What I did see…
was a man who had walked through hell…


And somehow came back kinder…
tougher…


And still able to laugh a little…
And love a lot…


And without making speeches…
without preaching a word…


he was shaping the boy sitting beside him…

In those days…
my parents worked…


so most times I had to fend for myself…


I had a house key… freedom… responsibility…


but there were rules…


Do the right thing when nobody is watching…


Be  about character…
Be about integrity…

Be about it…

Be a decent human being…


And oh yeah…
be home by dark…

On the edge of our community…
the world exploded into a massive forest
deep woods stretching for miles…
thousands of acres…
trees… creeks… hidden lakes… trails… wildlife…


a giant playground for kids who hadn’t yet learned to be afraid of living…


I spent countless days exploring those woods…


fishing…
riding dirt bikes…
shooting guns…


no supervision… no phones… just trust…


Sometimes on Saturdays I’d wake up before the sun…
pack myself a sack lunch and some drinks…
grab my fishing poles and tackle box…
strap it all to the back of my dirt bike…
And disappear into the woods…

All… day… long…


Sometimes friends came along…
sometimes it was just me and the world —
And honestly… those were some of the best days…


Many mornings my great-grandfather would stop me before I left…
hand me his old .22 pistol in a worn leather holster…
And tell me to take it “for protection”…
because us kids needed guns back then haha…
we learned early… how to treat and respect a firearm…
it was a great privilege… responsibility… And it was ours…

I’d strap it to my waist like a cowboy…
fire up that dirt bike…
And ride off into the blue…


Freedom…
Adventure…
Responsibility…
Trust…

A childhood that felt like life training…


And I am grateful… deeply grateful…


Those years shaped me…
they toughened me…
they softened me…
they taught me courage… solitude… resourcefulness… respect… curiosity… wonder… independence…

I didn’t know it then…


but those were Holy days…


And I am thankful I grew up when I did…


in a world… full… of little grown-ups…

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Also… my great-grandfather’s middle name and mine… are the same… Loia… pronounced Loy like Joy…

I forgot to mention my dog… Buck… he was there too… he didn’t live inside a fence… he never knew a leash… he was free to roam… just like me… he followed me everywhere… he loved to swim… while I fished…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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🎙️ Songs From the Bathroom #3

Covers from Our Lady Peace & Keith Urban

Hey yall… I was thinking. I’ve got so many recordings from the past few months, and I’m adding to them almost nightly. So for now, I think I’ll do two posts a week. If it gets to be too much, I’ll stop haha.

Anyway… here’s a couple I did recently.

Our Lady Peace – All You Did Was Save My Life

Keith Urban – Raining on Sunday

My nephew and me 2oO6

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Social Distortion — Hidden Gems from the B-Side (Week 31)

Angel’s Wings -♫- Down on the World Again

Mike Ness’s music and style has influenced me greatly over the years… I think maybe that Social Distortion was kind of like the missing link I had been searching myself for musically… it was the edge I was needing. I have two of my favorites for you today…

I can’t tell you how many times I have sat around strumming and singing Angel’s Wings over the years…

Angel’s Wings – Sex, Love and Rock ‘n’ Roll 2oO4 ♫

Down on the World Again – White Light, White Heat, White Trash 1996 ♫

Two songs released eight years apart, from the band’s two consecutive studio albums. Part of that long gap was shaped by the death of longtime guitarist Dennis Danell in 2OoO, a loss that deeply affected the band and delayed their return to the studio.

I also included a cool short interview with Mike Ness from 2o25. After undergoing surgery and treatment for throat cancer, he’s back out on the road doing what he loves. You just can’t stop the guy!

Also they just put out a new album, Born to Kill… in May.

Hope you enjoy.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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 🎙️ Songs From the Bathroom #2

Covers of Florida Georgia Line & Sister Hazel

So I decided to start this series because I thought it would be fun to share and let yall see what I’ve been up to over the past couple of months.

I started doing these recordings about two months ago. A mix of Christian and secular. During the first month, I was just using the WhatsApp recorder, so the sound quality is pretty rough—very lo-fi—but on some of those I still managed to captured some cool moments.

About a month ago, I downloaded Lexis Audio Editor, and the sound quality is a lot better. This week I have two songs for you… Cruise by Florida Georgia Line and Your Winter by Sister Hazel, which I recorded last night. I also tried singing it in the key of D for the first time.

Anyway, I hope yall enjoy them. Thanks for listening.🎙️

Your Winter – Sister Hazel
Cruise – FGL

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Hidden Gems from the B-Side — Tenth Avenue North… Week 30 🎧

No Man Is An Island 💯 I Have This Hope

No matter your beliefs… I like you… I’m for you. Together… we can lift each other up. We’re not meant to live this life alone.

Work on trying to let someone in… even if it’s just one.

Ain’t no life outside each other.

I have two excellent songs for you today

🎵 No Man Is an Island 2o14
🎵 I Have This Hope 2o16

Be blessed… and don’t forget.

Hebrews 10:24–25
And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another

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Why I’m Rooting for Mars Colonization

Do you think humans will ever colonize Mars? What would life there actually look like?

I don’t know… but I sure as heck hope so… because I have some Martians in my family—and they need to take their butts on home. 👽🚀💯🤟

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Outlaw Roots — The Hank Jr. Legacy (Week 21)

I Just Ain’t Been Able 🎶 Woman on the Run

Hey yall… hope life’s treating ya good. The weekend is upon us and I’m so ready.

As I’m putting this Hank post together, I’m listening to my Lorde and Adele playlist on Amazon Music… and it just occurred to me how crazy that is. drastic difference. 😂 I’m a huge fan of both ladies. Especially Lorde. In fact, I’m planning on covering a few of their songs soon from the Bathroom Studio. 😎

But I don’t wanna get off track here…

Let’s get back to Bocephus.

Here’s two great ones you may not have heard before.

🎶 I Just Ain’t Been Able — from Family Tradition 1979

🎶 Woman on the Run — from Man of Steel 1983

I also added a really cool video of Hank on Letterman from the early ’80s… check it out.

Thank you for listening.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All Rights Reserved.

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 🎙️ Songs From the Bathroom #1

A Sidewalk Prophets Cover

For the past few months, I’ve been doing late-night recordings of songs in my bathroom because the acoustics are good. No fancy recording equipment—just my phone, the Lexis Audio Editor app, my guitar, and me. This one is a cover of You Love Me Anyway by Sidewalk Prophets.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

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Social Distortion — Hidden Gems from the B-Side (Week 30)

Reach for the Sky 🎶 Far Behind

Back around 2oO4, my baby sister met this guy. He was a punk rock skateboarder dude, not my sister’s normal type. His name was Tony. We became good friends. He hung out with guys in bands. On the weekends I would jam with them all. Tony turned me onto this next band, Mike Ness and the boys, aka Social Distortion, or Social D as their fans call them.

I had heard of them. I was familiar with two of their songs and I liked them, but I had no idea the depth of their music, and little did I know they would become my favorite.

Mike Ness is special. He founded the band in 1978 in Fullerton, California, Orange County, just outside of LA. Their early stuff was just raw rebellious punk rock, but they evolved into something unique. They are a mix of punk, country, rock, and blues, almost like a rockabilly type sound, very melodic but gritty. Mike writes great songs, lyrically and musically.

They are still going strong today, just put out a new record. They are true to themselves, the music, the fans. Mike and the boys are all heart. This is what I love about them. I think it’s why I connect like I do.

I have been deeply influenced by them. Tony died in a motorcycle accident a few years after I met him. I’m reminded of him often as I strum and sing their songs.

Here’s two good ones to start you off…

Reach for the Sky — 2oO4, Sex, Love and Rock ’n’ Roll 🎶

Far Behind — 2oO7, Greatest Hits 🎶

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The Camper and the Spiders 🕷

What’s a fear you’ve overcome — and how did you do it?

This is my first ever blog… ¡ started it back in November of last year… one reason was to help make it easier for me when ¡ get ready to write my first ever book… about my life…

¡ know fear

It knows me

¡ve been at war with it since the 90s

And newsflash

¡m winning

¡ always knew ¡ would

¡ do not give up

And ¡ do not give in

There’s been many dim lit days… dark nights… where it appeared though it had me.

But fear’s power is one that is borrowed

Borrowed from me

So ¡ve learned not to fuel it

All ¡ know… is what it did take to make this

All ¡ am… is what it will take… to break this

On a lighter note

Let’s talk about something a little more relatable

Spiders.

Big effin’ huge ones.

So ¡ve always been scared of them in the past… like fearful…

And I’m an outdoorsman haha

¡m not scared of much

Like snakes for example

Even poisonous ones ¡ will catch and hold carefully…

They don’t bother me at all

But spiders had my number

Until the summer of 2o1O

That’s when ¡ finally dealt with it

¡ was living and working at a Christian men’s drug rehab in Florida

It was a long-term treatment program

The guys lived there for 18 months

¡ was the resident director and lived in the same house with them

Well… the pastor that ran it wanted me to have my own place separate from everyone

So he purchased a used fifth-wheel camper trailer and we set it up out back on the ten-acre property

Hold up…

Let me back up a lil

The property had a lot of spiders

Florida has a lot of spiders lol

We would find them in the men’s residence all the time

Come to find out… they are called Huntsman spiders

And they are enormous and intimidating… most as big as your hand.

Ok… back to the story…

The camper had some type of hole somewhere underneath the frame

And shortly after ¡ moved in

So did all my long-legged, hairy little roommates

They would crawl on me while ¡ was sleeping

¡d wake up and they would be on… the ceiling… the walls… the floor… just all over

¡ went to put my bedroom shoes on once…

And a big one was in there

¡ could feel it on my bare toes

It was frantically moving around trying to get out haha

So like lightning… ¡ pulled my foot out and out it came… then it ran up my leg

These types of things happened often with my new friends

¡ didn’t think ¡ could stay

Live here like this

In this place… with them. 😬

We searched and searched trying to find how they were getting in

But we never found it

As the days passed

¡ had more encounters

Daily…

Nightly…

Then it occurred to me

¡ had never once been bitten by one

So ¡ did much praying

Asking God to help me get over this fear

And He did

Little by little

¡ got to where it didn’t bother me

¡ even stopped trying to kill them

¡ got to where ¡ could lay in bed at night and read

Even if one was resting on the wall beside me

Sometimes there might be three or four in plain sight in the room at the same time

And it didn’t faze me anymore

¡ stayed in that camper for about a year

Never once got bit

Not one time

There was nothing to fear… ever.

only something to face.

This is a Huntsman Spider I was told… not a Wolf Spider as me and my friends are calling it in this video…

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. — 2 Timothy 1:7

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Pages… Shane & Shane

Yall should check out my friend Tracie’s blog sometime.

One of the coolest things she does is her Tuesday album reviews. Just recommend an album you enjoy, and she’ll give it a listen and share her thoughts.

And don’t worry about the type of music or genre… or anything else. If it’s an album you love, send it her way. You might even introduce her (and the rest of us) to a hidden gem. 🎶😎

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