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Sunday, December 23, 2018

The Writer's Life 12/23 - Angels & More

Angels do walk the earth. Meet the Hawthorn family of Arkansas. All the children were adopted. The seven white kids' birth parents were abusive drug addicts.


Today's NY Post is filled with interesting items. Here's a summary: 25.2% of NYC cell phone bills go to taxes... In the early '70's, NYC's middle class ($30-$60,000) comprised 61% of the population. These days it's 48%. Take a bow, politicians... A chart lists the top earners among plumbers on NYC's payroll. After OT, salaries range from $219-$315,000. And nine of ten work in NYCHA, which has gotten so much negative publicity lately for its deficiencies... I always perceived Brazil as a liberal society, so the following bit of info was shocking: Officials have granted a license to kill to marksmen assigned to patrol parts of Rio de Janeiro. They will work in pairs, one shooter, one videographer. In an effort to wipe out the rampant criminal effort, the gunmen have permission to kill any private citizen who is armed. Imagine if that were done in Chicago. Geez... Peggy Noonan devotes her op-ed piece to Winston Churchill, one of the greats of the 20th century. The quotes attributable to him are legendary. Here's another example: "The Socialism of the Christian era was based on the idea of 'All mine is yours.' The socialism of the Labour Party is based on the idea that 'All yours is mine.'"

The effect Trump has on the left never ceases to fascinate. His decision to withdraw troops from Syria and Afghanistan has turned many from doves to hawks. He is truly transformative.

Here are the hands of pro golfer Alex Noren, a practice fanatic:


For the first time in a month I took the show to Park Slope and had modest success. My thanks to the woman who bought Gerald's Game by Stephen King, and to the gentleman who purchased The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King; and to the young man who bought a DVD from the Spiderman series; and to the man who sells book once a week at 6th Av. & 9th St., two blocks up from where I set up shop. He selected Brooklyn Girls by Gemma Burgess, a screenplay of John Milton's Paradise Lost by John Collier, and a work of non-fiction whose title escapes me. The main reason I went to that location was to leave behind the cache of 20 or so remaining DVD's, all copies, for anyone interested. Why take a chance on getting a ticket? More than half are chop-socky epics.

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