Health, Life

The Luckiest People


Town Crier

Barbara Streisand said it best,  ” People who needs People are the Luckiest People in the World. The World is going through the most Catatonic period it has ever seen. We have lost so many and many more to go, could be me, could be you. Yesterday I learned that one of my Coworkers tested positive. Someone I sat with less than six feet, yet the Lord was good to me And I am still Standing. It doesn’t hit home until someone you know gets Sick. Then you know how Fragile we are and how much we need each other. Lonely People up in Age who have to fend for themselves. Lonley People whose only outlet is going to a Bar and shoot the Breeze with another lonely Stranger.

Now they stay at home and do what a Social Drinker abhors, drinking alone, trying to calm their Nerves from drowning in Despair of the Unknown. All the Parks and Beaches closed, all the Waterfront Cafe’s closed, what is a person who lives alone is supposed to do to keep their Sanity. I heard some people say that they don’t need anyone, absolutely Farce. I remembered my Mother drowning in the Unknown of Dementia, Dazed and Confused for the better part of her Days. I visited her seven Days of the Week even if I had to put my own Life on the Backburner. The reason for that is I know that with Dementia the further one slips into Despair and Confusion, the harder it is for them to come back to Life, back to Reality. Many Days when I walked through the Door she said to me ” you found me” I always knew where she was, she didn’t.

Oftentimes she told me that I was the Highpoint of her Day. How do you think that made me feel. Not that she was my Mother and that I was only doing what a Thoughtful Son should do. I was being a Human being to another Human Being. Isn’t that the Fundamental principles of this thing called Life? Helping your fellow Man along the way, putting a Ray of Sunshine in Someone’s Glumy Day. The Beetles said it appropriately ” lonely Days lonely Nights where would I be without my Woman”. Well many of us are realizing the answer during the Days of Isolation and Lockdown. Many of my older Neighbors haven’t seen Sunshine in Months, even tho the sun rarely takes a rest in Florida home of the World’s Largest Senior Population. They are the most Vulnerable, so they stay put.

If not for Humanitarian efforts they would perish wheather they tested positive or from Depression Despair and starvation. Why does it take a Pandemic to show us that People need People. That’s just the way we are made, that’s the reason why we are here, I get by with a little help from my Friends. For instance me highlighting our basic Characteristics to you, that’s why we are here, some of us are Healers, some of us are Givers, some are Teachers, some are Shepherds. Bottom Line we serve each other. I have always held the Contention that there are four kinds of People in the World. People that makes things happen, people who wonder what just happened here, People who wonder how did they do it and those who don’t give a damn.

I just don’t understand why it takes Catastrophes to bring us together why can’t everyday be Christmas. The week of Christmas everyone has a smile and Greetings for each other, some even perform acts of Kindness. Like the Person who told the Cashier to add my items to Her Bill. Over sixty years of living and nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Was God sending me a Message? Nonetheless I have always extended myself to others. When I worked in a Nursing Home in Pennsylvania I went out of my way to make the Residents last days on this Earth as pleasant as possible. I visited them in their Rooms individually, have great Conversations, listen to their Life Stories, tell them Jokes, Sing Love Ballads, I even cooked food at Home and bring it in for them.

Many of them riddled with Dementia and I was their moment of Clarity, which gave me a sense of purpose. On the lite side, one Resident who always asked me to go to the Store and buy his Lottery Tickets, told the Director that his Powerball Ticket won and I kept the Proceeds. The poor thing was riddled with Dementia, I didn’t stop loving him, Bob Dylan said it best ” Everybody got to serve Someone”. When I told them that I was moving to Florida, my favorite Resident Nellie told me that I was going to forget about them, well Nell this one is for you. You are always in my Heart and Prayers. I hope you survive this Parasite that Prays on the Old and Feeble ones. Having high Risk Factors I am Admant about wearing a Mask and taking safe Measures in handling Protective Equipments. When I wear a Mask in the Courthouse I don’t remove it until I am outside the Building.

Wearing a Mask in a possible Contaminated Building and hanging it on your Rearview is now contaminating your Car. If you are going to reuse it you should put it in a plastic Bag, take it home and spray it with Alcohol. I leave the house with three or four Masks, whenever I take one off I bag it. Wearing the same gloves all Day is spreading contamination. My Contribution to this Pandemic is to tell you that wearing a Mask in Public is your safest Measures. My Role in this Crisis is to be the Town Crier, “when you are out in the public, Wear Your Mask”. I have COPD yet I wear one for eight Hours, there is no Public a place than a Courthouse. Wearing a Mask protests you from Microscopic airborne Particles. I worked in Hazmat for many Years I know what I am talking about. ” wear your Mask”.

Proper Hygiene is the Answer

Health, Life



From eight years old to fifteen I was a Badass who was Destined to do Prison Time. I was a Rebel without a Cause who resented Authoritiy. What has kept my Destiny from being fulfilled was having a strong Willed Christian Woman for a Mother. The other Catalyst that changed what was Inevitable, is the fear of Confinement to be under Lockdown and being told what to do and when to do it. Now here I am fifty two years later realizing that I made the right decision at fifteen to walk the straight and narrow. Never before in my Life did I Embrace the Ideology of ” Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness to its full intent. Then one Day I woke up while watching the Morning News I learned that there was a Cruise Ship full of Sick People that weren’t allowed to Dock at its Port of choice.

A couple of Days later the News broke that the People on that Cruise Ship was suffering from a highly Contagious Virus. The Virus was later identified as Cov-id19. It started in China and Quickly spread to over one Hundred Countries. The Day before I started to write this Blog I read that the Epidemic was rapidly turning into a Pandemic, claiming 370,000 Lives. Up to that point I had been taking its seriousness with a grain of Salt, not overly serious and not slighting it’s capabilities. Then two weeks later the stark reality hit me that my Life was at risk, working in a Public Building. I immediately started taking measures to protect myself and others in the Building.

There are seven flight of Stairs in the Building, four Stories high. At first I Mapped my Route of Travel, which  Bathroom that would be the only one I would use, same for the Stairs. I was bent on staying safe, I wiped down every touchable Surface that I had to touch. Then I realized that the Housekeeping Department wasn’t addressing the situation with the Seriousness that I had adopted. So my next move was nothing short of Community Service work. I spread my Sanitizing effort to the entire Building, measuring two Football Fields long. I figured that if I only isolated a small area of the Building for my personal use and the rest of the Building was at Risk so was I.

Three weeks later my Liberty was Curtailed when the Government and the CDC started directing orders of Public Safety Ordinances, shutting down Borders and just about ordering us to stay at Home. What if those eight hours of going to work and being away from the Wife was something that I Relished( bad Wife joke) been Married for forty  years. Fun and Joke aside I love working it keeps me fit Mentally and Physically and puts extra cash in my Pocket. Then one Day they tell me that one of the most Beautiful Beaches in the World Clearwater Beach is closed to the Public due to Social Spacing that the CDC recommend to control the spread of the Virus.

Did I mention that I love my Liberty. I left the perfect Spring and Fall Nights of Pennsylvania for the Scorching hot Sands and perfectly Chilled Waters of Clearwater 🌴 Beach, going to the Racetrack, Casinos and Dining on the Waterfront. I am Happy that I live in America, because Americans are among the most Resilient People in the World. When the News broke of a possible Pandemic I was confident that Americans would not allow it to get to that point with its Ingenuity, such as what I did at the Courthouse where I work. Today I saw an Attorney with Bleach Wipes wiping down the Elevator Buttons, yeah Baby we did start the Fire, we are our Brother’s keeper. Social Spacing and staying at Home will stem the spread until a Vaccine is developed. I guess that those of you who take the time to read my Blogs knows that I won’t have anything to do with Much ado about Nothing, I have said what I had to say, protect me and yoursel. Now I am going out and find some Liberty and Libations. All my Friends know that I did not move to Florida to wait for my Dying, but instead to Live out my Life with a Bang until my Dying Day, chasing my Moby Dick.

P.S. Only the Strong Survive, we have to stand Strong, we are Positive People living in a World of Confusion. ( Lya Terra)

Health, Life, Pollution/ Conservation

The Black Plague

Sanitization / The Black Plague

When we were small Children my Mother told us, if you ever had an Accident, clean yourself up with your Drawers and throw it away. Do not go around stinking and un -Sanitary, also wash your Hands many times during the Day. So if my Mother can Indoctrinate us about Sanitary Practices at eight years old, why is the World so Nasty. People who don’t wash hands continuously and Properly. People who don’t know how to cover up when they Sneeze and Cough, some refuse to cover up at all. This Blog should be called, Strictly out of the Woods, or Maybe Still in the Caves. Because some People are just That. While working in Construction doing Interior Demolition on a College Dormitory. We were short Handed so we Hired some Immigrants from a Land I won’t name, not even mention their Geographical Proximity. If I did you would be Prejudicial to all People from this Hemisphere.

All the Electric and Water was turned off in the Building. Whatever Electricity we used came from our Generators, water we used we brought with us. Everyone was told that the Bathrooms were out of Service, including in their Native Language. In Disregard for Public Safety, these People found a Corner in one Bathroom and Piled it up. My English Literature Teacher Thought me how to Read what the Author is not Saying, I don’t like Guessing, they Evacuated in a Corner on the Bathroom Floor. My God this was 2006 not 1347, the year the Black Plague broke out, the Epidemic broke out in early July of that year. The Epidemic was caused by unsanitary Conditions caused by the same situation these Temporary Workers Perpetrated on that Bathroom in that College Dormitory.

The Epidemic ran For seven years killing fifty Million People, 60% of Europe’s entire Population back then. Kids probably returned  to School and Couldn’t understand why everyone in that Dormitory had a Wicked Virus that lasted Winter into Summer. That is the Motivation for this Blog. Unsanitary People, the Dorm was a Rare Occurrence. But guess what there is a large number of People around us that have poor Hand washing Etiquette, or none at all. You wonder where do I come up with all these Fantastic Occurrences. Well at sixty seven years old there is very little in this World that I haven’t done or Experienced. Also good Hygiene have kept me here So sit up and pay Attention. While Working for a Major Distribution Chain, with Products coming to your very Home, or you going to their World Wide outlet Stores.

Here I am in the Bathroom washing my Hands, when an Employee exited the Stall, Flushed behind himself, walked right past the Sinks and me. He proceeded to the Break Room where he began to eat his Sandwich with those Filthy Hands. He also never heard of the Black Plague. Sanitization is everyone’s Business, if as a Result of your Nastiness you come down with Berry Berry( joke) you put the General Public at Risk. Another time while working on Wall St One more time at the Sinks washing my Hands. I heard splashing in one of the Stalls, another Foreigner who worked for the same Company was using the Water from the Commode to wash his Behind. And you wonder why I stopped shaking Hands with People from his Hemisphere of the World forty years ago. Interacting with the Public is a Dangerous Venture. When I started working in the Food Industry while going to High School. I learned that washing your Hands 100 times per Day wasn’t enough. So ending this Loathsome Conversation I leave you with this. When I worked in a Nursing Home we were told that if we failed to ensure the Residents Health and a Virus or Bacteria broke out. Eventually the Staff would contract it. So there you have it what goes around comes right back at you. In Conclusion Please Wash your Hands as often as Possible. I hope you Guys appreciate my Technique of giving it to you fast and Furious without the Panoramic Painting. One Day I hope to write a Book on one Sheet of Paper, Ha, Ha.

Health, Life

It’s A Wonderful Life

The Life you save

It’s a Wonderful Life

Don’t Blow it

Approaching the Winter of my Life I realize that it could have been  my Autumn Harvest of Longevity, my Mother lived to be ninety seven. Instead I am dreading the approaching years of my Life. One year ago my Doctor told me that she wished all Her Parents were as healthy as my Wife and myself,  Six Months ago on my Biannual Physical she told me that I had Emphysema. What a kick in the Pants sixty seven years old, Healthy as a Horse that needs Lasex to win the Race of my Life. God forgive me for throwing away a perfect Specimen of Life and Health by sucking on Cancer Sticks since I was fourteen. It’s no wonder that when my Doctor gave me the bad News I didn’t twitch a muscle.

I had been expecting it for fifty three years and never once tried to quit. My Wife got up one Day decided that she wasn’t going to continue killing herself anymore, cold Turkey,  that was thirty years ago, she stuck to her Guns. Just around the same time my Brother woke up one morning couldn’t breathe,  that was the last Day he smoked a Cigarette. Who me? Stupid is written on my Forehead, thirty years ago a chest X-ray revealed spots on my Lungs. My Doctor inquired what Brand of Cigarettes  I 🚬 smoked, I told him the most popular Menthol on the Market. He advised me to throw them away and never smoke another or the Spots would turn to Holes, the Chemical they used to make them so smooth were deadly.

I took his advice and the Spots went away, you would have Thought that I would have taken such a close call at thirty and quit smoking period. Sad to say that the Letters on my Forehead dominated the next thirty six years. Now from where I stand Idiot is carved on the back of my Head. When my Doctor gave me the bad News I could hear her unspoken Words ” I have been trying to tell you for years, if you play with fire you will get Burn” in other words I told you so. For years every time she saw me she asked me if I was still smoking, I started smoking at the early age of Fourteen,   authorities in the Medical Field states that smoking at such a young age causes the most Damage due to the delicate under developed Organs.

I have told you many times that my secret weapon for dealing with Life was to always learn from other People’s mistake, not this time around. What’s your excuse? Being the vigilant one always looking at other people’s life and always steering away from Hazardous Lifestyles have kept me from certain Death and Prisons. For instance at nineteen my Best Friend in High School inherited a decent amount of money which he invested the whole amount in Illegal Drugs. Setting up Shop in an Expensive luxury High Rise Apartment Building supplying the Rich and Famous. One Day he returned to NY and searched me out with the offer of running his Business for him and becoming a Kingpin.

I thought it out thoroughly and turned him down flat. The last time I saw him twenty years ago he was running from the FBI. If I was always capable of making good Judgement calls how come I could not make the call of my Life to quit smoking Cigarettes. I’ll tell you why I became addicted to all the Chemicals they put in each Cigarette and didn’t recognize that I had developed a chemical dependency. Bad enough being addicted to Nicotine but Amonia,  Arsenic,  and a host of other deadly Chemicals, now who is the Stupid one for not running out there and getting the Patch after I have told you that your Body after a while develops a liking to all the  poison they use to make them burn smoothly longer and evenly.

Me I am a Dead Man Walking you do not have to walk in my Footprints the time to change the Course of your Death is now. Not waiting to get where I am now and is struggling with a huge withdrawal Dilemma of quitting for twelve Hours and running out the next day and buying a pack because it’s in my Blood and Organs. Of all the times I read the Surgeon General’s warnings on just about every Pack of Cigarettes before I opened them, I always equated them to Just Advertisements. To say the least I should have quit five years ago maybe I would have dodge the Bullet, My Mother died of Respiratory Failure. She never smoke, couldn’t afford to, she suffered with Asthma most her Life.

They removed her from the Respirator,  medicated her with Morphine and put her in a Room to Expire. When you are in Respiratory Failure the Machine becomes you, there is no quality of Life. I was the one who spent the night with her on Death Watch. She had told me many times not to let her Die alone so I obligated Her Wish. That one Night should have made me quit. Watching her gasping for one Breath then count to ten to Grasp the next, that was a Revelation to the Fragility of Life, yet after one hour sleep I went to work at the Nursing Home where I worked daily looking at People, returning the next Day to find their Doors closed, many of them Smokers. Today I am telling you my Door is closing slowly yet I still smoke. Thursday January tenth 2019 a new Survey revealed that Nicotine  is the third most addictive substance behind Heorine and Cocaine. I realize that the Addiction is bigger than I am so next month when I see my Doctor I am asking for the Patch. Life is Wonderful don’t Blow it smoking Cigarettes.

P.S.  Now I understand what they tried  to say to me,  I was not listening then, they are still not Listening now.( Don McLean)

You are Dead right I am trying to Scare you to Live.

To say the least it’s bad for your Skin
Health, Life, Parenting And Relationships

A Junkie’s Poem

Substance abuse

A Junkie’s Poem

As the saying goes Fool me once is never enough, over the years observing the Monkey on my back. makes me wonder how many times must I be fooled  to get the message, this isn’t Kansas and haven’t  been  for a long time. The Monkey picks you up and lay you down over and again but he is still your friend.

Mother always told us be careful who you choose for friends because if you walk in filth you will stink. Can’t you tell everyone around is backing away, they treat you like a vagrant and all, you are an outcast from Society, your family and friends, but you still hang tight with your monkey for a friend. You are in and out of the System, it’s now your permanent address even though your dual Residence is the Streets.

I look in the Mirror I see a face but who is it, certainly not the me of fifteen, a smart ambitious kid who wanted to be a pharmacist not the Junkie at the other end of a needle or a stem, not the Geek with a mouthful of Oxi, it’s early afternoon and I’ve lost count. I can hear Billy echoing Eyes without a face, while Janis wails about her Ball and Chain. Who is that man in the mirror, I look further and deeper  and all I see is a skull, the skull has been my moniker science hearing of Casey Jones.

Grateful Dead/forever

Not realizing how wasted I am and will not find my way home until I ask for help. Sitting in a Room of despair striking the fire one more time

trying to get back to the elusive initial high that is never going to come, because that is just the way Crack is, she is a Temptress that will never satisfy the crave. Deep down the shell of the old me the kid that was good with Math that yearns for his old self, I am lost in a fog of Meth vapors and can’t count the step backwards to where it all began.

A Fool is too proud to ask for help while a wise Man knows to come in from the Rain. My life is one big storm taking me further from  reality, while the monkey is taking me to the Cliff.

When I am broke I feel it’s wrath shaking me to find a fix even though what I do for my friend I wouldn’t do for myself. When I hear the Steel Doors slam I now realize that I am lost because here at Home there is no friend only rejection from my Monkey who I left in a cold dark Alley.

P.S. The Lord help those that help themselves