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Saturday, March 22, 2014

Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 3/22 - Association

Each evening I listen to a music stream during my last hour and a half use of the computer, post shower. Itunes offers hundreds of stations in various genres. I listen almost exclusively to standards and oldies channels. Once a month I’ll try an 80’s alternative mix, which so far has been very disappointing, as the programmer must have listened to different songs than I did back then. I'd bet just about everyone associates certain songs with wives and lovers. Last night I heard Bobby Vee’s Take Good Care of My Baby and I immediately thought of my first puppy love, Vera, who I lost to someone else in my pre-teen years. Once, when we were standing at the jukebox in the candy store at the corner, I pointed to Johnny Tillotson’s Poetry in Motion and said it reminded me of her. She smirked. In my teens I was madly in love with Julie, whose favorite track at the time was the Newbeats’ Bread and Butter, which I hadn't expected from such an intelligent girl. I'd guess it was the first song that popped into her head when I asked. In college I was crazy about Nancy, who I can still envision putting a coin into the juke in the cafeteria, which played BJ Thomas’ Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head. Moving on to the first love of my adult life, Peggy, who I loved for all the wrong reasons, I constantly heard the lyric from Hall & Oates’ Do What You Want, Be What You Are. And when I finally found the resolve to give up on that pipe dream, Linda Ronstadt's gut-wrenching vocal on "I think I'm gonna love you for a Long Long Time" would bring tears to my eyes. When I was 41 and smitten with Clarisse, 20 years my junior, REM’s Losing My Religion had great meaning for me. Although I’m not really sure of the tune’s meaning, I interpreted it as falling for someone who is not right for you. Finally, at 47, there was Laura, 17 years younger than me, who I was sure was meant to be the mother of my children and who chose someone else. Both the Ronstadt song and Sinatra's beautiful, quiet meditation on In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning would get me misty. I was privileged to have know them all.

Anyone who earns money selling stocks short should think of Magic Stick (CALL), which I purchased at 24+ the other day and is already below 23. I have so much cash sitting on the sidelines that I jumped at the recommendation of a guy with a great track record being interviewed by talk radio host Mark Simone. I believe it will eventually recover, but it seems that every time I buy a stock it is hammered immediately.

My thanks to today's buyers. Seven of the nine books I sold were in Russian.
Vic's 4th Novel: http://tinyurl.com/bszwlxh
Vic's 3rd Novel: 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 Horror Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
Vic's Rom-Com Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/kny5llp
Vic’s Short Story on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/k95k3nx

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