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Monday, June 6, 2016

The Writer's Life - The Sixth of June

72 years ago today allied forces stormed the beaches at Normandy, sounding the death knell for Nazi tyranny. Many of those brave men were in their teens, thousands of miles from home. Many never made it back. They gave their lives in the name of liberty. The world owes those who fought a debt that can never be paid. They have aptly been dubbed "The Greatest Generation."

Here are the most interesting items from today's NY Post: Phil Mushnick, who despite being a liberal often excoriates the left's sacred cows, gives an alternative view to the praise lavished on the late Muhammad Ali -- and every word of it is true. He dared to do it despite the backlash it will no doubt engender... In an op-ed piece, Karol Marcowicz, whose family hails from the former Soviet Union, takes to task liberals who waxed ecstatic about Venezuela's economy, which now has descended into the nightmare most socialist paradises inevitably suffer. She cites Michael Moore, Sean Penn and Naomi Campbell specifically and suggests they apologize to the people... An editorial informs that the PC police are at work at Yale, airing a grievance about a course, Major English Poets, lambasting it for next to no diversity, stating that it creates a culture hostile to students of color... In an amusing blurb, Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg recently had accounts at Twitter and Pinterest hacked by the group OurMine Team. His password was simple: "dadada." Shouldn't he know better?

My thanks to the ever gregarious Carmine, who had kind words about Billionths of a Lifetime, especially the story What Is Life? He was immediately drawn to a pictorial of Brooklyn and began to wax nostalgic about his old neighborhood, Bed Stuy. He lived just a few houses from where the late Hollywood great Barbara Stanwyck was born. He also spoke of the drubbings the Irish kids would give the Italians, and how all goombahs celebrated when one of their own was finally allowed to attend the local Catholic school -- which, of course, required an under the table payment. My thanks also to the lovely, thirtyish Russian woman, who donated four hardcovers in her first language. As I thumbed through them, I found photographs of her sister and niece and returned them to her as she was walking home. She thanked me, delicately putting a hand on my upper arm. Shucks, ma'am. My thanks also to the woman who bought two of those books, and to the young lady who purchased a Robyn Carr thriller.
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