Friday, September 30, 2016
Devil Dogs, TV and Pumpkin Pie
My mother is a prime example of what a mother should be and is. She can drive you crazy because she is a worrier - but she can calm you down and give you hope when you feel like all hope is gone. She is a fighter, a singer, a baker and a master chef. She is a mother, an adviser, a friend and a doctor all rolled into one. My father was an icon, We didn't realize it growing up, although I used to follow him and sit with him listening to the stories he would tell us. To me he was always a giant at barely five feet tall. His eyes and his smile can make me feel loved unconditionally no matter what the situation was.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Elton John (Soundtracks from my Life)
His songs continue to be the soundtrack of my life; "Something about the way you look tonight" was my wedding song and his "Songs from the West Coast" remains as one of my favorite and most listened to albums. His "The Captain and the Kid" album was the sequel to "Captain Fantastic" album from 31 years earlier -I loved it and feel it was not given the attention it deserved. 
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Jose Fernandez – This is Not how It was supposed to End
Jose Fernandez was a pitcher who could tell you what pitch he would throw and still make you look like a fool trying to hit it. He possessed an exuberance and a passion in each step he took that was effervescent and alive.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Broken Hearts and Zipper Clubs
Please read and comment on the following URL (Its a contest – if you dont like it – you can say that too!) Broken Hearts and Zipper Clubs by Imthinking on Prose. http://ift.tt/2cGuXEs under: Freddy Zalta Tagged: prosechallenge
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
What If or Sarah Laughed
So, what if all the people around the world dying or killing in God’s name are dying in vain. What if all the people praying for a world to come, end up with silence and nothing more? What if we followed all the laws; lived with sets of ethos and beliefs that were unbreakable, did not steal or kill because we did not want to do unto others what we did not want we lived by; would the faith in a higher power and a world to follow; all be a waste of time?
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Seats with a View (photo challenge https://goo.gl/9JYWXJ)
PHOTO BY– Rob Woodcox WORDS BY Freddy Zalta The end of the school year was two minutes away and the boys were transfixed by the second hand on the clock which hung from the wall above the chalkboard in room 202, Mr. Looney’s 7th grade Science class. The bride and groom were walking through the … Continue reading Seats with a View (photo challenge https://goo.gl/9JYWXJ) 
Monday, September 12, 2016
Tales from the F Train Chapter Two Jacob
In 1945 I had just come back from being stationed at Fort Bragg. I had been released for what they called ‘section 8.’ My first night back at home, we lived at 99 Ryerson Street in Brooklyn, next to the park over there, my first night there I met with my girl. She was happy I was home and expected me to pop the question. I wasn’t ready to ask any questions to anyone. The next night she told me she had met someone while I was away and that he did have a question for her and she was ready to answer him, unless I would ask her first. I laughed, turned and walked away while she cried, ran up to her room and I never saw her again.
Each day after work a group of us would head to Chiodo’s for a beer or two. They had a sandwich there that was called, “The mystery sandwich,” that was mysteriously delicious. There was a lady of the evening who became my friend for free. She would come to my room at night and we would keep each other company. http://ift.tt/2clBruj
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Friday, September 09, 2016
Thursday, September 08, 2016
Wednesday, September 07, 2016
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Tales from the F-Train Chapter One WANDA
She walked on and took a seat facing ahead against a window. She watched the rooftops pass by and saw some instant scenes of lives passing by. A man in a wife beater undershirt standing looking outside, an empty room, a woman walking past the window. Quentin Road and she saw the snow was starting to stick on the rooftops and on the grassy parts of the sidewalks below.
Monday, September 05, 2016
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