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Wednesday, August 24, 2016
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Somewhere in Time – Brooklyn
There was a full moon, clear dark blue sky with flashes of lights, shooting stars and time passing by. There was a lonely man in the window upstairs, I caught a glimpse of him just before the curtain fell. He wasn't alone, there was a shadow behind him, a silhouette of a woman, perhaps his wife or lover? He seemed lonely nevertheless.
There is a distinct aroma which pulsates through these blocks filled with mansions from another time and place. A cocktail of homemade cooking, trees and assorted flowers. A stray dog walks across the street, sounds of horse shoes hitting cobblestone, some whispers from people unseen and the sound of children playing somewhere in the distance. Ghosts abound - couples walking hand in hand in their Sunday finest. Soldiers home for the weekend catch their girls jumping into their arms. While the curtain in the window upstairs is untied. There was a reservoir once upon a time, right over there just across from the park. In the park a statue of Teddy Roosevelt stands upright and proud. Surrounding him are benches occupied by lovers - from the past and from today. An old man sits by himself, transistor radio, newspaper and pen in hand. He is listening to a baseball game from a long time ago. A poet sits alone on the grass and begins to write a letter to a lover he has yet to love. I dream of you and I can taste you when I close my eyes. Your soft skin, your lips and the aroma that your body releases cures me, your wet skin intoxicates me and the sound of your voice as you surrender to my love is what saves me. There was a full moon, clear dark blue sky with flashes of lights, shooting stars and time passing by. There was a lonely man in the window upstairs, I caught a glimpse of him just before the curtain fell. He wasn't alone, there was a shadow behind him, a silhouette of a woman, perhaps his wife or lover? He seemed lonely nevertheless. A young man walks alone, cigarette in his left hand, hat in his right. He has a satchel across his chest and he is coming home. Why does home seem so foreign? Why has nothing changed all the time he was in hell? Tommy, Ferreli, Grossman - all gone in front of his face. Exchanging jibes one second and blown to pieces the next. Why does this tree still stand? Why are there people laughing and going about their lives as if there is peace on earth? Where is the outrage? He turns around and heads back to the train station. He can't go back home again. Read more http://ift.tt/1hbPRfX
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Thursday, August 11, 2016
Fifty
We are writers, artists, creators of universes trying to describe emotions in words, pictures or tunes. We are the red-headed step-child sleeping late always giving in at night to the seductiveness of sleep and dreams. Trying to succeed in a world where you are confined, forced to conform and to blend into the background is like trying to fit an elephant into a mole’s burrow. After a while we begin to implode; first comes the sadness, then the restlessness, the loneliness, the anxiety of wanting to run while chained to a fence. As we try to adapt to the burrows in which we live - like the scarecrow in an abandoned farm - we slowly succumb to the bites, the sun and the rain. We wither away eventually becoming one with the wind and scattered across the fields.
Monday, August 08, 2016
In their inaugural season, the 29-81 Mets were mathematically eliminated from finishing in first place with their 7-5 loss to Los Angeles in Chavez Ravine on this day in 1962. After the game, New York manager Casey Stengel called a meeting and joked with his players that they could loosen up and relax now that they were out of the pennant race, which they promptly did, winning just eleven more games during the last two months of the season. ⚾️Instagram
Sunday, August 07, 2016
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Sunday, July 31, 2016
Stimulation in the desire to join the medical field. #ajobforme Female hysteria was a once-common medical diagnosis, found exclusively in women, which is today no longer recognized as a disorder. During this time, female hysteria was widely associated with sexual dissatisfaction. For this reason, the patients would undergo weekly “pelvic massages.” During these sessions, a doctor would manually stimulate the female’s genitals, until the patient experienced repeated “hysterical paroxysm” (orgasms). It is interesting to note that this diagnosis was quite profitable for physicians, since the patients were at no risk of death, but needed constant careInstagram
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Nothing is Impossible - forty years Whiz Travel A Story about the little store that could. July 13, 1976 It was the Bicentennial summer of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, The Israeli rescue of 100 hijacked passengers in Entebbe, The Son of Sam claimed his first victim on July 29th, Rocky One was released, a test-tube baby was conceived, a Peace agreement signed between Egypt and Israel, two Popes died and there was a newspaper strike in New York City. Carrie, The Omen and Network were in the theaters; “Your Arms are Too Short to Box with God”, “Godspell” and “Fiddler on the Roof” were playing on Broadway. On the radio songs with names like, “Silly Love Songs”, “Don't go Breaking my Heart” and “50 Ways to Leave your Lover,” were filling the airwaves. There was a strip of retail stores on Kings Highway in Brooklyn, New York between Mcdonald and Ocean Avenues. There was “Jerry’s Auction Outlet,” “John’s Pizza,” “Joe’s Variety,” and “Robert Hall.” on South side and across the way, “Brooklyn Savings Bank” I don't recall what was adjacent to the bank. On Kings Highway between east 2nd street and east 3rd there were assorted Middle Eastern grocery stores, a fruit store, a hardware store and a diner. Across the way was “Decorative Dinette,” “Lou’s Delicatessen,” “Elite Photography studio” and “Metropolitan Life Insurance.” In between the insurance and the photographer studio was a “Dungaree” store that had recently closed down. It was sometime in 1975 that my father and my Uncle Nat moved into that location and thus began the birth of “Whiz Travel.” There were other locations prior to this one; Avenue U and West Street and Ave S and east 7th. There were other names prior to Whiz Travel. There was “Emek Tours,” “Zalta Travel,” and inexplicably, “Kings Bay Travel.” But the name Whiz Travel stuck. By 1976 it was my father and mother who were running the business. They would be there from early in the morning until 7 or 8 o’clock at night. At the time they were unable to write their own tickets, instead they would purchase the tickets from a 3rd party or direct from the airlines. Read more http://ift.tt/1hbPRfX
Nothing is Impossible
A story about my family’s business – forty year anniversary July 13, 1976 It was the Bicentennial summer of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, The Israeli rescue of 100 hijacked passengers in Entebbe, The Son of Sam claimed his first victim on July 29th, Rocky One was released, a test-tube baby was conceived, … Continue reading Nothing is Impossible 
Where is the outrage? Where are all the falsely liberal Jews? If they burned a picture of MLK or Mohamed, would the silence be as deafening? Do the American and Israeli flags being burned as a metaphor with shouts of "long live the intifada" unworthy of disgust? Where is our pride? Where is our understanding of right and wrong? The same people who are shouting long live the intifada are also the same people who are fighting for equal rights for everyone too much hypocrisy #istandwithisraelforeverInstagram
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
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Fifty…Almost
Life is hard. There are so many amazing scenes which propel us through the shitty parts of life's scenes, but there is this fear that I have possibly 'jumped the shark' and I am no longer relevant in a world filled with giants and castles; the princesses look at me, the old Jester telling the same tired jokes and the same old routines, turn and look away. My queen sees me as a possible error in judgment and when I look in the mirror I can understand why. 
Thursday, July 07, 2016
Wednesday, July 06, 2016
A Typical Summer Morning on the Long Branch boardwalk.
The boardwalk is an adobe color and it stretches two and half miles along the Jersey Shore. The white sands and the sparkling blue water in the distance, sail boats and surfers, volleyball games and the sunrise Yoga class. Its all happening here at 7 o'clock in the morning.
Tuesday, July 05, 2016
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Sunday, July 03, 2016
Elie Weisel said, "We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest." isis-dhaka-575x465 We the People MUST demand Change. We the People of the United States of America must protest our leaders inadequate responses to the merciless slaughter being carried out by the Islamic Extremists Throughout the world there are wars being fought. In the past it was the United States of America who would lead the fight for human rights and coalitions who would combat the evil doers in the world. As the fireworks explode tonight in the sky, spreading bright colors and stars across the country - there is work to be done around the world. We, the people, of the United States of America, must demand that our leadership take a stand against the Islamic Extremists who are quickly destroying freedom, lives and causing mass destruction and extreme imprisonment. Ordinary people are being slaughtered for the simple reason that they do not follow the Islamic religion. We need a president who will make it a point to define the problem, gather the nations who demand freedom, demand liberty and believe in justice being served to the murderers, the terrorists and the evil doers. Right now, July 3, 2016, the enemy is easily defined as the Muslim Extremists. If we continue to stand aside and only wear special colors, change our profile pictures on social media or simply nod our heads in disgust...what good are we? Its time we do something that will make, the people of the United States of America, stand tall once again.Instagram
The Rocket’s Red Glare
We need a president who will make it a point to define the problem, gather the nations who demand freedom, demand liberty and believe in justice being served to the murderers, the terrorists and the evil doers. Right now, July 3, 2016, the enemy is easily defined as the Muslim Extremists.
Saturday, July 02, 2016
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