The Writer's Life 7/31 - Lucky 13

Sometimes I wonder if I’m too cynical about politicians, then I read something in the paper and come to my senses. Case in point: NY assembly Democrats have reneged on an agreement to retroactively strip the corrupt of pensions. Among those who will enjoy retirement at taxpayer expense -- once she gets out of jail: Joyce Mitchell, the creep who helped the two murderers escape from prison.

The pilot of a private plane, in flight, dropped his cell phone, which fell 9300 feet into a field. Using his Find My Iphone app, he found it, a little scratched but still working! Maybe I should cancel that stop order I put in for my hundred shares of Apple.

The dry air was most welcome after the past few days of high humidity. Standing or sitting in the shade was a joy, as there was a pleasant breeze blowing along Avenue Z. I had to break out my pigeon Spanish when a young Latino asked about the children's books I displayed. He bought four. Gracias, amigo, and also to the other kind folks who bought books. I had several lengthy chats, two involving frustration with health care. Herbie was pissed at the rigmarole he's going through trying to get his insulin. For some reason, the venue wants not only a signature on a fax but a verbal confirmation from the doctor. Joan is stressed out because her physician lied to her about acquiring a new walker, claiming they were unavailable through Medicare. Two of the wheels on her old one had been shaky for months, a third fell off yesterday. She can't get around, go shopping without one. Suspicious that the doctor was trying to drive business to a relative, she made a few phone calls. 30 minutes after the last, a new walker was delivered to her. True, government has made health care available to seniors and must be given credit, but the red tape and fraud is ridiculous.
A burly gentleman whom I hadn't seen in three weeks was on vacation in Spain. He's an electrician working for the city, his expertise in high demand. He is an art collector. While in Spain he bought a piece of Chinese jade at a low price at an auction. "They don't know what the ---- they're doing," he said. He has membership cards with Sotheby's and other houses.
The highlight of the day occurred when Mira approached, pushing a stroller. She's halfway through Rising Star, and dubbed it "awesome." She regrets that the care of her son doesn't allow her to read more. I sold a lucky 13 copies of my own books in July, bringing the 2015 total to 48. I sold only 47 in all of 2014. My thanks to everyone who has bought one.

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Vic's 3rd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3

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Vic's Rom-Com Screenplay: http://tinyurl.com/kny5llp

Vic's Horror Screenplay: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3f

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