Wednesday, September 21, 2016

MY DAUGHTER

is not in the military and never was. She is not a journalist.Her work has been in dance and fashion.

Nonetheless, she has been near two bomb explosions in her young life, but fortunately has not been hurt. The first was in Atlanta during the Worlds Fair. She was dancing for Coca Cola, and was on the very stage dancing, a few hours before the bomb went off. We were in England visiting friends and they woke us up to tell us of the news that had reached their tele. Palpitations until we reached her and this was before cell phones, email, texts, etc.

Last week, there was another explosion on 23rd and 6th in NYC. She lives half a block away, heard the explosion, and felt her building shake. Her husband was heading in that direction just before the blast, but due to the good fortune of missing a light he took 22nd street instead of 23rd.

Not sure we should hang out with her anymore. JKJKJK.

May the only blasts she experiences in the future be good times.

Bye for Now,

Bill

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Watching the Dolphins

play is a subtype of MASOCHISM.

Perhaps the football Gods do not like those who take a knee so they bring them TO THEIR KNEES!!

Bye for Now,

Bill

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

FOOTBALL COACHES WITH NO BALLS

Black lives matter as do all lives as does RESPECT. Often the two go hand in hand.

I am disgusted by the football players taking a knee during the national anthem—most especially on 9/11. Considering the privileged positions their limited skill sets have gotten them, I would think they could find other ways and outlets to express their frustrations. And I would think there could be more affirmative actions taken, instead of the drivel coming out of the front offices of the teams.

Here is what I would say in the locker room pregame if I were a coach:

"Guys we are here to play football and to win. I respect your politics and philosophies, but please don't express them in uniform on the field. On this team we are all equals, all one, no matter our color or religions. That is what a team is all about.

So text, twitter, blog, be interviewed, or write the President a letter, who by the way in case you haven't f'in noticed, is a black dude.

But here today the only knee you will take is when we are ahead in the last minute of the game. If you take one before during the anthem it is your First Amendment right to do so. But it is my First Amendment right to bench your ass for the game (DOUBLE BENCH ON 9/11) and dock your pay. Respect our great nation despite its flaws or go find another job. Those who want to play today stand strong and tall, and don't embarrass yourselves, this team, or me!! Play ball. That is the only reason we are here."

Think about it.

Bye for Now,

Bill

Monday, September 12, 2016

9/11/2016

For those of us old enough to have lived through that nightmare there is no forgetting. Those horrible and incredible images are indelibly tattooed onto our brains.

Time has helped heal our wounds, but we are on vigilant alert ever since. Or are we?

Driving up Madison Avenue yesterday morning it was a typically quiet Sunday Manhattan morning. I observed no police on foot or in cars. Nor did I see any on the Queensboro Bridge at 59th Street.

I had reassured my wife that it would be fine to fly on 9/11 from NYC to Palm Beach because of all the added security. I sincerely believed there would be extra police on duty with armed soldiers at the airport. None were visible either inside or outside at LaGuardia, unless the woman changing garbage bags in the cans outside was really undercover.

To add to my false belief while I was paying the driver the baggage handler gave my wife both our boarding passes, and when I went to show him my ID he said he didn't need to see it. Heightened security dropped shockingly to no security!

The only good news beyond our getting home safely was that the bars, which normally open at noon on Sunday in NYC (our flight left at noon) based upon a new law enacted this week opened at 10 am. A couple of Bloody Mary's later any pre-flight jitters had flown away ahead of us boarding.

This leaves open the question as to whether we have become too casual regarding terrorists, or whether we have accepted as a nation and as people that periodic incidents are unavoidable and beyond our control. That it was as full flight certainly suggests the latter, which all things considered is a healthy step toward accepting the complex world in which we live.

Bye for Now,

Bill

Monday, September 5, 2016

A RECENT RESEARCH STUDY

conducted in San Diego found that older people had higher levels of happiness than younger people, and those in their 20s and 30s had the highest levels of anxiety, depression, and stress.

Kind of makes me sad!

Bye for Now,

Bill

Friday, September 2, 2016

SORRY I HAVE NOT BEEN PRESENT IN MY BLOG

It is a combo of being sick much of the summer with a strange virus that knocked me for a loop twice for a month+ at a time, and being less than optimistic, and not wanting to use this site as a bitching ground.

However, here is a story with a nice ending. I had a nail in my tire. Called Triple A. Pleasant fellow but useless. Drove to Jupiter as we had someone coming to put together furniture with the nail still in. Foolish, but arrived safely. The guy never showed. So what else is new?

Had someone else coming the next morning to repair some things and they didn't show. Welcome to South Florida!

So I set out to get my tire fixed. First 3 places said 2+ hours. I didn't have that much time as I needed to drive back to the office in Plantation. Why tire places were so busy there on a Thursday morning was a puzzlement.

I accidentally stumbled on a place called All County Automotive in Tequesta, FL at 371 A Cypress Drive (561 747-8320). They welcomed me like family and said give us a few minutes and within ten they pulled the nail and fixed the tire.

And when I went to pay they said, "No charge Sir. Our pleasure to be of help." Kind of felt like I was dreaming.

Now, little acts of friendly kindness can sure help a guy get back on the optimism track.

If you need help call them. In a world of unhelpful people these folks stand out as super
special.

Bye for Now,

Bill