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Wednesday, August 26, 2015
The 5310 Testament By Freddy S Zalta http://ift.tt/1WSacIj In the beginning...I was sitting in Starbucks when I an old friend came over to me. She was also a former girlfriend who had morphed into the platonic friend category when she married one of my closest friends. She stood above me and smiled. "Hey Freddy is this seat taken?" That smile, still slays me after so many years. "Ha, once you sit there it will be." I stood up to give her a kiss on the cheek and a short embrace. "How are you?" I asked innocently, not really interested but what else do you ask? "Dont ask!" She said. "But..." I was cut off. She spent the next 20 minutes telling me her problems in too graphic detail and then ended it by standing up. "Thank you for listening, Freddy, it means so much to me that you care." She kissed me too close to my lips and turned to leave. "Anytime you need anything, ya know, call me." She turned and smiled that smile. I sat down and began to check my emails when a lady stood above me and asked me, "Is anyone sitting here?" I nodded, no and she sat down. "I couldn't help but notice the way you helped your friend just now. I am also going through..." She went on and on for 20 minutes, stood up, gave me a short embrace, turned and left. "That was strange." I thought to myself. I clicked on my outlook button when I was greeted, once again, by a lady asking if the seat was taken. It was then I noticed a line of people staring and apparently waiting to speak to me. That was the morning I became, well, a spiritual leader to the disenchanted customers of Starbucks.Instagram
The 5,310 Testament
"Hey Freddy is this seat taken?" That smile, still slays me after so many years. The coffee, the muffins, egg salad on whole grain, a large water bottle, another cup of coffee and a late afternoon large chocolate chunk cookie; they continued to be presented to me along with emotional confessions of fears, guilt, lust, loneliness, frustrations, disillusions about the promises of what life should be and so many other feelings that I could not name them all here. 
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Happy birthday to a perfect album. The only politics are the politics of life and love. Running from a place where tramps of hearts and barefoot girls walk in the night through the backstreets. Across the river, the rats own dream guns him down. But she's the one, the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets littered the streets until they made that change uptown and the big man joined the band. The night, climb on back and some day girl we're gonna get to that place where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun...Until then...baby we were #borntorun @backstreets @brucespringsteenInstagram
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Julius Henry.Marx October 2, 1890-August 20, 1977 #grouchoFrom Instagram Daily fun and love
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Sunday, August 16, 2015
Sunset from the BQE #wenttoseesamFrom Instagram Daily fun and love
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The king checks out. #summer1977From Instagram Daily fun and love
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Friday, August 14, 2015
Me … #nofilter #gefilter?From Instagram Daily fun and love
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Amazing techniqueFrom Instagram Daily fun and love
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Thursday, August 13, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
August 13, 1966… #happybirthday2meFrom Instagram Daily fun and love
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The punishment is the reward #agoodspankingalwayshelpsFrom Instagram Daily fun and love
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Filming @theblacklist at del rio in BrooklynFrom Instagram Daily fun and love
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Monday, August 10, 2015
But daddy said I would be president…wah, wah…From Instagram Daily fun and love
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Friday, August 07, 2015
My beautiful date this morning. Carol… #fridayatturningpoint #themanyfacesofcarolFrom Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Thursday, August 06, 2015
Mommy! @raquelzalta beautiful grandma with her ugly namesakes #justkiddingladiesFrom Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Tuesday, August 04, 2015
Sunrise and a Rainbow… #brandnewdayFrom Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Monday, August 03, 2015
Sammy’s all around. August 2009 #everythingispossibleFrom Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Sunday, August 02, 2015
Let’s go Mets #lgm #citifieldFrom Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Love these @nymets but who are those umpires in the stands?From Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Thursday, July 30, 2015
Who are the Mets? #wallytime #whydoistillbelieveinthemetsFrom Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015
From across the lake Johnny was inhaling and then purposefully exhaling unfiltered Camels. With each inhale he would be thinking about the summer of 2013 – August to be exact. With each exhale he would be thinking about the fall of 2013, Labor Day – to be exact. Read more http://ift.tt/1KwPQAu Instagram Daily Stupidity
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Where it all Begins and Ends
He stood outside of his old 'once expensive car' and watched the party taking shape. The bass booming like a deep voiced whisper... He wasn't ready to see her again - wasn't ready to see her because he knew he would do something stupid and reckless. Something stupid and reckless like fall in love all over again.
Tuesday, July 07, 2015
Invisible Bars
It begins with the birth of an emotion. Unsure of just what the nature of it you shrug it off and try to force sleep. Suddenly you are aware of your heartbeat… Breathing becomes uneasy and suddenly sweat appears upon your brow and your upper lip. Throw off the cover and then you begin to […]
Invisible Bars
It begins with the birth of an emotion. Unsure of just what the nature of it you shrug it off and try to force sleep. Suddenly you are aware of your heartbeat… Breathing becomes uneasy and suddenly sweat appears upon your brow and your upper lip. Throw off the cover and then you begin to […]
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Thursday, June 18, 2015
One O One (Happy Birthday)
This world is short on kindness and we can use some more love down here. Can you sense the pain we feel? Send down some hope and send down some love. Let it rain smiles and make all the good dreams come true.
One O One (Happy Birthday)
This world is short on kindness and we can use some more love down here. Can you sense the pain we feel? Send down some hope and send down some love. Let it rain smiles and make all the good dreams come true.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Old Times So Long Ago
The door closed behind me and I felt a sharp breeze against my exposed chest. I walked down the four stairs onto the sidewalk. There was snow floating, a subway train screeching and a full moon fighting its way through the late December clouds. I walked towards my car, decided to walk and pulled up […]
Old Times So Long Ago
The door closed behind me and I felt a sharp breeze against my exposed chest. I walked down the four stairs onto the sidewalk. There was snow floating, a subway train screeching and a full moon fighting its way through the late December clouds. I walked towards my car, decided to walk and pulled up […]
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Wednesday, June 10, 2015
When He Was Just Daddy
On May 9th, 2015, my father, Sam Zalta passed away in his sleep – he a month away from turning 101 years old. When He Was Just Daddy Friday afternoons we couldn’t wait to hear the front door of apartment 2D open. My mom would be in the kitchen cooking up the Shabbat meal and […]
When He Was Just Daddy
On May 9th, 2015, my father, Sam Zalta passed away in his sleep – he a month away from turning 101 years old. When He Was Just Daddy Friday afternoons we couldn’t wait to hear the front door of apartment 2D open. My mom would be in the kitchen cooking up the Shabbat meal and […]
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Sunday, May 03, 2015
I found a Red Rose
As I walk across the midnight streets, aglow from the earlier rainfall, I sense a sudden gust of fresh air coming from the north. I lift up my arms and I spin around, like a madman or a clown in a circus somewhere. I feel elated, I feel free and these feelings feel like an […]
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I found a Red Rose
As I walk across the midnight streets, aglow from the earlier rainfall, I sense a sudden gust of fresh air coming from the north. I lift up my arms and I spin around, like a madman or a clown in a circus somewhere. I feel elated, I feel free and these feelings feel like an […]
Sunday, April 19, 2015
A Story to Tell chapter 7
He would always, always use the wrong word in sentences. At first she thought he was kidding, but as they kept on speaking she realized he was, unfortunately not. "I could use a great massage - do you know any good misogynists?" "I find your perfume quite repugnant, Sandy." "I was wondering if they had a boy or girl...when I got to the Brit Milah there was blue all over, so I assumed it was a boy." "They should have exonerated that man, he was so guilty. So sad." She broke the news to him that they needed to stop meeting.
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A Story to Tell chapter 7
He would always, always use the wrong word in sentences. At first she thought he was kidding, but as they kept on speaking she realized he was, unfortunately not. "I could use a great massage - do you know any good misogynists?" "I find your perfume quite repugnant, Sandy." "I was wondering if they had a boy or girl...when I got to the Brit Milah there was blue all over, so I assumed it was a boy." "They should have exonerated that man, he was so guilty. So sad." She broke the news to him that they needed to stop meeting.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Infinite Loss
It was not just six million - an infinite amount of lives will never fight for equality, cure the sick, feed the poor or create agriculture in a barren land. So, no, I will repeat it here. It was not just six million who perished - nor the lived they would have birthed. Think about the contributions that could have saved lives, stopped suffering and added light and understanding into a dark ignorant world. 
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Infinite Loss
It was not just six million - an infinite amount of lives will never fight for equality, cure the sick, feed the poor or create agriculture in a barren land. So, no, I will repeat it here. It was not just six million who perished - nor the lived they would have birthed. Think about the contributions that could have saved lives, stopped suffering and added light and understanding into a dark ignorant world.
Monday, April 06, 2015
At the End of the Day Chapter 6
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She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he…
She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he…
At the End of the Day Chapter 6
Originally posted on Works:
She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he…
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