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I remember sitting at my desk in sixth grade computing how old I would be in the year 2000.  I remember my father’s sudden death when he was 60 and wondering if I would be alive and live past that age.  I wonder if I will be invited to bless the Torah when Sammy J is called to the Torah on his Bar Mitzvah day five years from now.

One never knows for certain what a lifespan will amount to…one knows the beginning, that first date (1942), that’s all.

And I remember a good many of those 68 years of significant details, but not all.  I remember faces and a good number of names, but not all.  I remember many of the conflicts I lived thru, but not all.  I remember a multitude of images captured on film and in digital format, but not all.

Thank god for forgetfulness!  Some things are new again…

It’s time to bless the new day dawning and to praise each precious moment.

I wonder just how far I will go into the realm of “ginormous” numbers?

Surf, turf and the shores of Tripoli

Surf, turf and the shores of Tripoli

Or, from the ferry to the prairie to the Fez

It’s a sad day when…

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It’s a sad day when you feel depressed, anxious, stressed, angry, stuck, powerless, weak, sleepless, in pain, facing illness, suffering a significant loss, grieving, questioning an outcome, impoverished, friendless, alone and not wanting to be, upset, experiencing a malaise, watching the GOP lie their faces off, watching meanness spread like the plague, sensing you inhabit a different planet, heart aching, soul blanking, mind drifting, abused, in the midst of a panic attack or a bout of post traumatic stress syndrome, job searching without results, uncared for, unprotected, reliving history’s mistakes, anachronisms and anomalies, out of touch and reach and chances and patience, realizing the limits, retreating and subjected to evil.

What a fucked up day!

It was a dark and cold and stormy night…

…and all the boys were gathered around the camp fire and one of them said to their leader: “Tell us a story.”  And so he began: “It was a dark and cold and stormy night and all the boys were gathered around the camp fire and one of them said to their leader: Tell us a story.”  And so he began:  “It was a dark and cold and stormy night and all the boys…”

Say something naughty!

Colored people

Orientals

Redskins

The President is a racist, a socialist and a commie

Unemployment insurance benefits are for scammers

YELLOW

Why you yellow…

Seeds

This economy is for the birds…

The Fourth of July

A Tennis Bracelet Brunch

Americana

Dynamite

The Sculpted Chuppah

The Bride and Groom

Un/Cover your heads

Cover your heads in a holy place.

Hats off in the presence of royalty.

Hats on in a construction zone.

Hats off to an accomplishment.

Hats on when in a dress military uniform.

Hats off in the presence of a lady.

Hats on at Ascot and the Derby.