As I exited Stop n Shop at seven AM, I noticed a line of approximately 40 people across the street, waiting for the grand opening of a new Marshall's. It resembled Black Friday. There were several men in suits milling around, execs, I imagine. I approached and asked the first woman in the queue what time the store was opening. She had no idea. Even though I need a few pair of new shorts, I decided not to wait. Even the freebies stacked on a table inside the main entrance failed to entice me. People carried bags emblazoned with the store's logo past the floating book shop continually. One woman waited 45 minutes to get to a cashier. The shorts can wait.
On the heels of the Oakland A's Bartolo Colon's 50 game suspension for the use of performance enhancing drugs, comes rumors that Derek Jeter must be juicing, hence his amazing numbers at the age of 37. Just two years ago, know-it-alls were saying he was through. Now he is 1000 hits behind Pete Rose, the all-time leader. He has an outside chance of doing it. He figures to get a lot of at-bats at the top of the Skanks order, which is always productive. A part of me wants to see him go away, another part wants him to show up the idiots who criticize this sure-fire first ballot Hall of Famer. I hate the Yankees, but I'm not blind to Jeter's greatness. He would be a hell of a lot better representative of the all-time hits leader than Rose.
I wish I'd had a queue similar to Marshall's at the floating book shop, but I can't complain. I've whittled down the ten-box donation of Russian books, at least 300 hundred in total, to nine sci-fi novels. I'll bring those out tomorrow. Today a woman donated six, which all sold. Spasibo, folks. I'm also paring the large donation of excellent children's books my friends Adam and Sharon gave me last week. Ol' Smokey promised to pay in the future for a beautiful illustrated edition of Aesop's Fables. How could I have refused when he talks of suicide each time he visits? "Everybody gets there eventually," I said, clueless as to handle someone who seems to long for death. "Why not stick around?" He had just purchased a handsome chess set, its pieces made of glass, for ten bucks. Typically, he said he would enjoy smashing them. Sad story, a cautionary tale of the ravages of drug and alcohol abuse.
Visit Vic’s sites:
Vic’s Third Novel (Print or Kindle): http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic’s Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic’s Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic’s 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic’s 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic’s Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
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