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Saturday, March 31, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/31 - Reservations

I'd be very happy if it never again snowed in NYC,  but I love snowy landscapes in films. Last night I watched Wind River (2017), courtesy of Netflix. It is a refreshingly simple story. A tracker for Wildlife and Preservation in a remote area of Wyoming, played by Jeremy Renner, finds the frozen body of a young Native American woman. What happened? The FBI is summoned. The closest available agent is a beautiful young woman stationed in Vegas, played by Elizabeth Olsen. The two team with authorities of a Reservation to investigate. The mood is somber, as unforgiving as the harsh environment. I will never understand why people choose to live in such a place. Renner's character is motivated by a psychological burden he is carrying. The climactic scenes are intense and viscerally satisfying. As expected, there is much mistrust and animosity between the indians and whites. Fortunately, the scenario never stoops to preaching. According to a blurb at the end, many Native American women are abused and go missing. Renner is as solid as always as the hardy lead. Olsen had the more difficult role. Her performance is not easy to judge because it is still hard to imagine a beautiful woman being as tough and authoritative as a male, at least in a serious role, one outside the action genre. Her character is treated respectfully by writer/director Taylor Sheridan. She behaves professionally and allows the locals to guide her through the unfamiliar territory. Graham Greene, always a welcome presence, is outstanding as the local, low-key sheriff. John Bernthal appears briefly. For his effort, Sheridan was awarded the top prize for directing at the Cannes Film Festival. It was only his third stint at the helm. He wrote the screenplay for the superb Hell or High Water (2016), for which he received an Oscar nomination. I look forward to his future work. 114,000+ users at IMDb have rated Wind River, forging to a consensus of 7.8 on a scale of ten, which is on the money by me. Made on a budget of "only" $11 million, it returned $40 million worldwide. It runs less than two hours. Those turned off by downbeat material and violence should pass. Here's a still of Greene,  Olsen and Renner:



I visited my godmother today, motivated by an angry note about my negligence she sent via Facebook Messenger. I wonder what percentage of people her age, 88, use the internet. She is one of a kind. Her eldest son and his two daughters were there. We had a lot of laughs reminiscing. I'd always wondered if my late brother in law had read my first novel, Close to the Edge. Now I know - and he wasn't too happy about the portrayal of a character that is a lot like he was. Of course, no one leaves an Italian-American household without food. The chicken cutlet fritata was delicious. Grazie asai, Padrozza.

My thanks to the kind folks who bought wares today at the floating book shop. I had a visit from Bill Brown, author of Words and Guitar: A History of Lou Reed's Music. He purchased an R&B compilation and an antho by Ricky Nelson. I asked a favor of him. Since the silence has been deafening and the sales putrid on my latest novel, Present and Past, I offered him a copy in exchange for his opinion. He has read three of my other books and posted positive reviews at Amazon. I know he will be objective and unbiased. Thank you, sir. 

Friday, March 30, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/30 - General Accounting

Kudos to young Darius Bazley of Cincinnati, who has decided to skip the sham that is one-and-done in major college basketball and immediately opt for the NBA's G League. He is the first to do so. I hope it starts a trend that will return college sports to student-athletes.

Yesterday I received notice of a class action lawsuit initiated against Facebook. I ripped it up. I love FB. It has allowed me to contact people I would likely have never heard from again, and it has led to a few book sales. Does it have sins? Certainly, as any human being does, but its pluses far outweigh it minuses.

From Yahoo Sports, edited by yours truly: Last night the Chicago Blackhawks used an accountant in their 6-2 win against Winnipeg. Scott Foster stopped all seven shots fired at him in the last 14 minutes of the third period. The original backup goalie was pressed into service when the starter was injured before the game. Foster, 36, wasn’t literally pulled from the stands. A former college goalie, he plays in a beer league and is a member of the emergency goalie roster for the 'Hawks home games. All NHL venues must have goalies on call in the event that the two pros from either team are both sidelined. I was about to pass on the story when I learned Foster played collegiately at Western Michigan, my alma mater. He said: "A few hours ago I was sitting on the computer typing..." The Blackhawks became just the fourth team since 1943 to play two goalies making their NHL debuts. Here's a pic. The belt draped over Foster's shoulder has become a team tradition, awarded to the most outstanding player in a victory:

 

On my morning walk, just after six AM, I ran into young Romanian-born artist Andu. He was wearing his Batman mask, and not in a good frame of mind. He joined me for a ways. I asked if he'd been paid for the painting I saw him carrying the other day when he was in an upbeat, positive mood. The buyer didn't show. Andu then went into a rant, spewing F-bombs, wishing evil upon those who have stiffed him. In my experience, I've come to accept losses as the cost of doing business. I mentioned this to Andu, hoping it would placate him. I should have known better. He went on to say that Hitler had been duped by Mengele, the real villain of the Holocaust along with the Illuminati. He believes he is being plagued by the number 44, which in his troubled mind stands for the devil's music. The Satanic figure in Mark Twain's The Mysterious Stranger is referred to as number 44.  He was not completely out of control, as he quieted as we approached two cops entering Bagel Boy. He thanked them for their service. He touched on his favorite author, the late Phillip K. Dick, whom he expects will be returning soon in a giant spaceship. When we reached St. Mark's rectory, he stopped suddenly and said: "I better get home. My mother's probably worried about me." I imagine she does little else than worry about him.

My thanks to the kind folks who bought books today. Special thanks to local super Robert, who wheeled a shopping cart full of books to me. Most are encyclopedia-like volumes of weird stuff that occurred in specific states. I also had a visit from one of my favorites, Mira, a 30-something immigrant from the Ukraine who in December earned a degree in Literature from St. Joseph's College. Two weeks later she began working there as a financial aid advisor, a wise personnel decision by the school.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/29 - A Wrap, a Zap & a Eulogy

A new trend is featured in an article in today's NY Post. Here are highlights, edited by yours truly: Some New Yorkers are snuggling beneath blankets weighing up to 30 pounds to help alleviate anxiety, depression and insomnia. For decades such products have been used primarily as a therapeutic tool for children and adults with autism and sensory processing disorder. Increasingly, they’re being made for, marketed toward and sought after by millennials who have minor, garden-variety psychological issues. They’re priced from $175 to $289, and customers are told to choose one roughly 10% of their ideal body weight. An expert cautions: “All the beautiful weighted blankets in the world won’t help you if you have poor sleep habits.” Here's a pic:


And in the never ending pursuit of sexual longevity, another innovation provides hope. Here are excerpts from an article at the Post's website, edited by YT: There’s a new treatment for erectile dysfunction - and it’s shocking. The procedure, called GainsWave, zaps tens of thousands of sound waves through a man’s member to improve blood flow and enable erections. Urologists and sexual-health proponents are excited about it. Currently, it is available only in a handful of practices in NYC and several more nationwide. The therapy is administered about once a week for six to 12 weeks. It costs about $3000 and isn’t covered by insurance. 75 to 80% of one doctor's patients experience success. Some go off meds like Viagra entirely, or use them far less. Now if innovators would only come up with a gadget to revitalize man's other head, the one used for thinking, but let's not upset our priorities. Man's ego must be stroked - pun intended.


RIP Rusty Staub, who succumbed to organ failure three days shy of his 74th birthday. He was one of the most beloved players in MLB history, especially by Mets' and Expos' fans. A Montreal announcer dubbed the red-haired slugger Le Grande Orange, one of sports' greatest nicknames He was the only batter in MLB history to have more than 500 hits with four different teams (Astros, Expos, Mets, Tigers). Beginning at the age of 19 with the Astros and into his 23rd season at 41 in 1985, he batted .279 and clocked 292 homers. He appeared in his only World Series in 1973 when the Amazin's took on the mighty A's, and batted .423 against them. He was a superlative pinch-hitter late in his career. Although he was stocky, he was a fine right fielder and led the NL in assists five times. He was also a six-time all-star. A wine connoisseur, he went into the restaurant business in Manhattan, opening two venues that specialized in ribs. I had the pleasure of eating at one, and the ribs were delicious. He stopped by our table briefly, putting a smile on our faces. He was a class act who did a lot of charitable work. Well done, sir. Thank you.

The scaffold enabled the floating book shop to open today, negating the mist. My thanks to Ira, who bought a book on one of his favorite topics - UFO's, and to the woman who purchased a children's book on Aladdin. Special thanks to the gentleman who pulled up on his bike late in the session and overpaid for six CD's.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/28 - Shared Psychosis

In an article at listverse.com by Christy Heather, I came upon a term I don't recall having ever heard: Folie a deux (“madness of two”), also known as shared psychosis. I wouldn't be surprised if it's been used on The X-Files, as Mulder was knowledgeable about so many disorders. Here are synopses of several cases:
The first was reported in the 19th century and involved Margaret and Michael, a married couple, each 34. They shared delusions that certain acquaintances were persecuting them and that the unnamed tormentors were entering their house, spreading around dust and fluff, and wearing down the couple’s shoes.
The most infamous example involves Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb, two high IQ guys who went on a crime spree that included the murder of a 14-year-old boy. May they rot in hell.
Another famous case involves Pauline Parker and Juliet Hulme, 15-year-old New Zealanders. Their parents became worried about the relationship and wanted to separate them. In 1954 Pauline’s mother took the girls on an outing and was brutally murdered. After only a few years in prison, the women assumed different identities and moved to the UK, although not together. Juliet Hulme became successful crime author Anne Perry, while the former Pauline Parker became equestrian teacher Hilary Nathan. The 1994 film Heavenly Creatures is based on them. Perry dubs it pure fiction.
Another famous, more recent case involved 12-year-olds, Morgan Geyser and Anissa Weier, who stabbed a classmate as a sacrifice to fictional horror character Slender Man. Miraculously, the victim survived. Her assailants were sentenced to 40 years and 25 years in an institution.
Having met through a personal ad, Mr. and Mrs. A were married after knowing each other only one week. They believed a demon who spoke through Mr. A was the “god of the sea” who conversed with Mrs. A when she was a child. While eating at a restaurant, they thought two male diners were laughing at them. Upset, they returned to their apartment, where the demons told them to return to the restaurant and kill the men. They did, shooting them.
Several other cases involving more than two people were too long and fascinating to edit without doing damage to the story. A couple are gruesome. Here's a link to the article:
http://listverse.com/2018/03/26/10-highly-unusual-examples-of-folie-a-deux-or-shared-psychosis/

My thanks to the young woman who bought three works of non-fiction, one of them Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Sex ( but Were Afraid to Ask) by David R. Reuben MD, a runaway best seller published in 1969. And thanks also to the other young woman who purchased Put on Your Crown: Life-Changing Moments on the Path to Queendom by Queen Latifah and Samantha Marshall, and two children's books. Thanks also to the woman who donated a bag of books, most in Russian. It was one of those sessions when several people stopped to chat. Mike, whose a bit older than me, divulged his love of stand-up, and said he's seen every famous comic perform. He caught Don Rickles when Mr. Warmth was just starting to share his psychosis, working cheap joints. Mike walked in wearing a powder blue blazer and Rickles immediately ripped into him. Stunned, sensitive at the tender age of 20, Mike immediately walked out. He said Lenny Bruce shared his psychosis in a bit on Eleanor Roosevelt's tits that had everyone in the house roaring. That isn't in the 1974 Dustin Hoffman bio of the groundbreaking comedian. According to time.com, in 1964 Bruce was sentenced to four months in a workhouse for a set he did in a New York comedy club that included a bit about Eleanor Roosevelt's “nice tits.” I searched youtube for the bit and came up empty. Several websites are offering the audio for sale. It runs a little more than a minute. Here's a NY Times pic of the notorious funny man, who OD'd at 40 in 1966:


Tuesday, March 27, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/27 - Bonus, Russian, French, Fired

According to an article in the NY Post, Wall Street bonuses average $184,620 in 2017. No doubt leftists will be infuriated, even though the payouts are heavily taxed. The largest I ever received in my days at the Commodity Exchange was in excess $4000. Almost half was taken by Uncle Scam.


How will the mainstream media spin President Trump's expulsion of 60 Russian diplomats - as a cover up of collusion, an effort to distract from it?

In another Post article, a Canadian waiter who was fired for being aggressive and disrespectful to colleagues has come up with a novel defense - he's not rude, simply French. This immediately had me recalling a brief dynamite bit on restaurant service the late Robin Williams did on David Letterman's show. In an accent and in the exaggerated pantomime of the self absorbed, he said: "There - there is your food. I can't stand you." Unfortunately, I was unable to find a concise snippet of it on the web. Conan O'Brien had a great line way back in the mid '90's when Genevieve Bujold quit her role as the Captain of Star Trek Voyager almost immediately after being hired. It went something like: "This proves that even in the 23rd century the French will remain obnoxious." The word "stereotype" doesn't exist without reason.

I've said it so many times - coaching is a tough business. The University of Texas-Arlington has fired its basketball coach, Scott Cross, the most successful in school history, for not winning enough. In his twelve seasons the Mavericks won 225 games, lost 161. In the past three they averaged 24 wins. Under Cross' guidance they won the conference championship twice and qualified for the post season five times, going to the big show in 2008. In the 46 years prior to his arrival, the team had qualified only once for post season play. And to top it all off - he's an alumnus of the school. On the bright side, he should have no trouble landing another job.

My thanks to the kind folks who bought books today. Here's what sold: two thrillers in Russian, travel books on London and Paris, F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby and Henry David Thoreau's Walden, Sandra Brown's Play Dirty and Nicholas Sparks' A Bend in the Road, and Louis-Ferdinand CĂ©line's Journey to the End of the Night. A blurb at Amazon describes the latter author, who died in 1961, as a French writer and doctor whose novels are anti-heroic visions of human suffering.

Monday, March 26, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/26 - Originals

"Mad" Mike Hughes lives in California, where he makes $15 an hour plus tips as a limo driver. He also dabbles in rocket science. In January 2014 he flew his first self-built ship 1374 feet into the atmosphere over Winkelman, Arizona. The flight lasted a little more than a minute. According to accounts, he collapsed after the landing. He said it took him three days to recover. Yesterday he propelled himself 1875 feet at more than 300 mph in a self-built rocket that landed safely about 1500 feet from the launch point in the Mojave Desert. Although dinged up a bit, he suffered no serious injuries. And what's the point of all this? He is a member of the flat-earth community, which helps him raise funds for his flights. He hopes to eventually soar high enough into space and take a picture that will confirm his belief the earth is flat. According to his profile at Wiki, he is either 61 or 62. One thing is certain - he is an American original, extra crispy even. Here's a pic:


Kudos to 60 Minutes and its non-partisan approach to the sexual hijinks of presidents long before they entered office. They gave a forum to porn star Stormy Daniels, who had a roll in the hay with Donald Trump, just as they did to former nursing home administrator Juanita Broaddrick, who accused Bill Clinton of raping her in April 1978 when she was 35 and he was Arkansas Attorney General. No one could ever accuse the network of bias. Here's the Broaddrick interview in its entirety:


For the first two-and-a-half hours, it looked like there would be zero returns at the floating book shop this glorious day. Then George, a Vietnam vet, bought a Rosamund Pilcher paperback romance and another gentleman purchased a crime novel in Russian, and another The Celestine Vision: Living the New Spiritual Awareness by James Redfield. Special thanks to the lovely young woman who selected Committed A Skeptic Makes Peace With Marriage by Elizabeth Gilbert, a collection of ghost stories, and two copies of Fifty Shades Freed, the third part of the trilogy that has made E. L. James very wealthy, and a lot of readers very happy.
My Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/Vic-Fortezza/e/B002M4NLJE

Sunday, March 25, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/25 - Privilege

Maureen Callahan devotes her op-ed piece in today's NY Post to celebrity writers. Sean Penn received an advance for his first novel, Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff. In it, the protagonist calls for the assassination of President Trump and also rails against the #ME-Too movement. Tom Hanks, who has had short stories published in the New Yorker, has a book deal to produce an entire collection. Angelina Jolie has had op-ed pieces published in the NY Times, and Jesse Eisenberg and Lena Dunham have articles published in the New Yorker. I've never read anything by any of those mentioned, so I won't comment on literary value. Does the privilege attached to their names keep "real" writers from being published? Maybe a handful at major houses, but in this amazing digital age there are so many forums available to anyone willing to make an effort.


President Trump is calling for a ban on bump stocks, which few would oppose. I think he is making a mistake by not doing the same with assault weapons. A significant majority supports a ban. Although I doubt it would do much to end the shootings that plague America, the time has come. He could take credit for doing what Democrats did not do when they had control of all three branches of government during Obama's first term, and it would all but eliminate the issue for most people. He should do it by executive fiat, if he must. Unfortunately, it would probably not stem the coming rout in the November elections. Neither will the tariffs, although they are an issue Democrats support. Trump's extramarital affairs are galvanizing women. For a change, a powerful man is suffering the consequences of his sins, although it is sad that Melania and Baron suffer as well. The constant negative barrage from the mainstream media seems to finally be having an effect. For a while it seemed to be driving more people into Trump's corner. That no longer seems to be the case. And Mueller will keep the investigation going at least until the election. If he has anything concrete, it will be dumped in late October. If not, there will be plenty more innuendo. I do not regret having voted for Trump. I believe he is precisely the economic steward America needs. I even support his foreign policy. If the election were today, I would vote for him again, despite his faults. Then again, what difference does it make who holds power when most members of Congress ignore any fiscal restraint and run up trillion dollar deficits? "Swamp" is too kind a word to describe them, "privileged characters" too kind a phrase.

My thanks to the gentleman who bought a book in the Harry Potter series, and the other who purchased Cormac McCarthy's The Road. It was a privilege to have served you.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/24 - Snapshots

In the 50's & 60's, long before cable TV, channels five and nine in NYC would frequently run old black and white movies. One I do not recall having ever been broadcast is The Breaking Point (1950), John Garfield's next to last film before he succumbed to a bad heart at 39. I watched it last night courtesy of Netflix. Directed by Michael Curtiz (Casablanca {1942}), it is the story of a loving father, a decorated combat veteran struggling to make ends meet as the owner of a charter boat. When a client strands him without payment in Mexico, he gives in to a sleazeball middle man, played perfectly by Wallace Ford. This begins the downward spiral common to film noir. It is solid, hardboiled by the standards of the era. Only in the penultimate scene does it compromise. The last scene, which involves a supporting character is heartbreaking and chillingly reinforces the film's "man alone" theme. Phyllis Thaxter is excellent as the suffering wife. Juano Hernandez, always a noble screen presence, plays the co-worker. The great Patricia Neal plays a loose woman to the hilt. The Breaking Point is actually a more faithful adaptation of Ernest Hemingway's novel To Have and Have Not than the 1944 Howard Hawke's classic starring Bogie and Bacall. It was adapted by Ranald McDougall. Its supporting cast is filled with actors who were a frequent presence in prime time TV back in the day, whose faces will be familiar to baby boomers and cinephiles. In researching these stalwarts, I discovered a new leader in my unofficial tally of appearances - Jack Mower, who has an astonishing 620 titles beneath his name at IMDb - and that doesn't count the multiple appearances he made on TV series, which would bring the count in the neighborhood of 700. Many were originally listed as "uncredited," in which he is probably only in the background. To illustrate how remarkable this is, the next highest total I've discovered is Stanley Blystone's 544. Who knows - there may be an actor who has even more appearances than Mower. Here's a snapshot of him, followed by other members of the cast:

John Doucette






Victor Sen Yung (Charlie Chan #2 son and Hop Sing on Bonanza.)


William Campbell


James Griffith


Charlie Harvath


Peter Brocco


Robert B. Williams


Sherry Jackson (Danny Thomas' elder daughter on Make Room for Daddy.)


Chet Brandenburg (384 credits, couldn't find a snapshot.)


My thanks to the kind folks who bought, donated and swapped books today on Bay Parkway. I had a visit from Bad News Billy for the first time since before Christmas. Now here's a guy who oughtta be in pictures:



Friday, March 23, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/23 - Topsy Turvy

The news that retired Army Colonel Ralph Peters has left his post as a commentator at Fox News is worrisome. I've read his op-ed pieces for years and he has always seemed a paragon of common sense. He has accused the network of becoming a propaganda tool against Special Counsel Robert Mueller. What does he see that I don't? Am I so blindly partisan? Even Professor of Law, Emeritus, at Harvard Law School - and liberal icon - Alan Dershowitz thinks the investigation is a crock. In an article at thehill.com, he says: "President Trump is right in saying that a special counsel should never have been appointed to investigate the so-called Russian connection. There was no evidence of any crime committed by the Trump administration..." What a topsy turvy world. Which way is up?


According to a blurb in today's NY Post, Steven Soderbergh, who has directed many successful films (Sex, Lies, and Videotape {1989}, Out of Sight {1998}, the Ocean's Eleven series), shot his just released Unsane with a IPhone 7 Plus. Two other directors have also used IPhones on films, partially and in full. Although I don't use one, or any smart phone, I marvel at what a great product it is. There is evidence of it every day on Facebook and Twitter.

Also from the Post: When President Trump was elected, NYC officials predicted a drop in tourism. Visitors to the Big Apple rose by 400,000 in 2017.

In a surprising move, the football Giants have traded DE Jason Pierre-Paul and a fourth round draft pick to Tampa Bay for third and fourth round picks in this year's draft. Only 29, JPP is not the player he was in his first few seasons with Big Blue, when his play was frequently astonishing. He was at first slowed by injuries, then by the fireworks accident that took some of his fingers. Writers are speculating the Giants will now select a DE with the number two pick. I think they're crazy if they don't take Penn St. RB Saquon Barkley, who seems the closest to sure thing of all the prospects.

I was back at my regular nook today, and it paid off, although I had to make sure the display was situated so that it wouldn't get doused by the snow melting and seeping through the scaffold. My thanks to the young woman who works in a local law office, who purchased Dry: A Memoir by recovered alcoholic Augusten Burroughs, a treatise on feminism and another book; and to the middle age woman who bought Nothing to Lose by Lee Child, #12 of 21 in the Jack Reacher series; and to the other who selected Doctor, Why Am I So Tired? by Richard N. Podell M.D., and two paperback romances; and to the two ladies who bought a book each in Russian. The men opted for music: Wolf, in from Florida, went for the BeeGees Live CD, and Marty, NYPD retired, a Duran Duran compilation.
My Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/Vic-Fortezza/e/B002M4NLJE


Thursday, March 22, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/22 - Wolfgang, Nannerl & Co.

Although the only Mozart music I can conjure mentally are the opening bars of A Little Night Music, I was drawn to Mozart's Last Aria, a novel by Matt Rees. Set in 1791, it is speculation on the genius's demise, a different tack than that taken in the Oscar winning film Amadeus (1984), which was adapted from the play by Peter Shaffer. In it, the jealous composer Salieri plots his hated rival's end at the age of 35, robbing lovers of classical music of who knows how much more. In Rees' narrative, the story encompasses court intrigue, Prussians, and the composer's admiration of Free Masonry, whose ideas are espoused in the master's final opera, The Magic Flute. It is told almost entirely from the point of view of his estranged sister, affectionately known as Nannerl, who lives in a small village, raising her children, several of whom she adopted upon marriage. Word of the death resurrects her love for her brother, six years her junior, with whom she toured and performed when they were child prodigies. She learns that he may have been poisoned, and sets out for Vienna, where she becomes obsessed with the mystery. The author convincingly incorporates historical figures, all but the emperor Leopold rendered minor by the passage of time. Although the climactic scene when the truth is revealed seems contrived and unrealistic, it is imaginative and engrossing. In reading the About the Book segment, I was disappointed to learn that one of the players was not killed off so spectacularly and actually lived a long life, and that Nannerl did not make such a journey and investigation. Still, it is an entertaining and easy read. Except for the occasional run on sentence, the text is in clear standard English. The 297 pages glide by. The author has an interesting background. Born in Wales, he graduated from Oxford and earned a Masters of Fine Arts at the University of Maryland. Love led him to Israel, and although he divorced, he remained, working as a journalist, attracting death threats. He has written many mysteries set in the Middle East. 45 users at Amazon have rated Mozart's Last Aria, forging to a consensus of 3.8 on a scale of five. I rate it three. I would have gone higher had I not read about the literary license that had been taken. Curiously, in researching Amadeus online, I found no mention of his sister in film summaries. According to Rees, she was nearly as gifted as the maestro.

I believe President Trump erred in making a congratulatory call to Putin. Although lines of communication should always remain open, he should have chosen silence in this instance.

In an op-ed piece in today's NY Post, Jonathan Podhoretz comments on Facebook's latest controversy. Here's a snippet: "...Did you think . . . it was free? Did you really not know that your agreement with Facebook was that Mark Zuckerberg would provide you with hours a day of enjoyment in exchange for your personal information?..." He argues that it is similar to radio and TV stations running ads that pay for programs viewers enjoy. I agree. I don't know what all the fuss is about. I love Facebook despite the annoying political posts of my liberal friends, which I'm getting more and more disciplined about scrolling past. I haven't commented on one in months. I do comment on and occasionally like posts from Trump supporters.

There was mayhem on prime time TV last night. Both The X-Files and Seal Team had significant body counts in highly entertaining episodes.

Here's a pic of a strange creature that washed up on a Georgia beach. No one knows what it is:


I decided to wait another day before re-opening the floating book shop. All the parking spots were locked up at my usual nook, and I wasn't sure if the area in front of the Chase bank at an alternate site would be clear of snow. I returned the shovel to the car in case it is needed tomorrow. I'd guess we had six inches in my neighborhood, although there was more on cars. It is now melting briskly in the glorious sunshine and near 50 degrees temperature. With time on my hands, I completed the final task of  the winter - the dreaded trip to the dentist. It had been a year and a half since I'd last visited. I am thrilled that I only had one small cavity that was quickly addressed. I also got lucky at one of my survey sites. E-Poll automatically enters members into a drawing every month. $20 was deposited into my Paypal account. That's probably more than I would have made selling books the past two days.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/21 - Infernal Equinox

Politics will make one laugh or howl at the moon. Since the state of New York and NYC will be governed by one-party for the foreseeable future, there's no sense in any Big Apple resident on the right in getting upset about liberal policy and behavior. It's best to be amused by the shenanigans. The latest has actress Cynthia Nixon, a personal friend of Mayor de Blasio, announcing a run for governor vs. Red Billy's mortal enemy, Andrew Cuomo. Apparently Andy Boy isn't liberal enough for them, which must have conservatives laughing themselves silly. Former city council head Christine Quinn, who lost a mayoral primary to RB, has rendered an opinion on the woman who dares to run against her ally, dubbing Nixon an "unqualified lesbian." Quinn herself prefers the same sex in relationships, which I guess makes it okay for her to make a statement which, had it been made by anyone right of center or even a moderate, would have caused a firestorm. The tactic is similar to one employed in the 1977 NYC mayoral race when fliers were posted in Brooklyn and Queens, reading: "Vote For Cuomo, Not The ..." Well, it rhymes with Cuomo. Of course, the liberal icon claimed ignorance. Many believe it was the work of his son. Although Koch had a working relationship with the Cuomos, he never forgave them and said so in a video issued after his death. Their constituents give them a pass in the same way they did West Virginia Senator Robert Byrd, a former Grand Dragon of the KKK. Is it the people politics attracts, or is it what years in politics does to them - or a combination of both? Here's a cropped copy of a flier mailed to people's homes back in the day:


In a Facebook post warning people about a speed trap, an Austrian man referred to police officers as "smurfs." He has been cited for violating “public decency” and faces a fine the equivalent of $197 American dollars. Imagine how much money municipalities would amass if this were done in the USA.

So far there isn't much snow on the ground in my end of Brooklyn, but the the heaviest band has yet to arrive. It looks like at least eight inches, which may sideline the book shop tomorrow too. I filled time by doing chores: hitting the recycling center and the ATM, vacuuming the floor and cleaning the windows, then doing Sunday's crossword. Here's a pic I took of the front of our building at about 11:30:


Tuesday, March 20, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/20 - Round Four

According to an article in today's NY Post, a recent poll of 803 Americans cites that a majority believes there is a "shadowy deep state cabal that secretly runs the government" - and the belief is spread fairly evenly across party lines. Many believe the government spies on everyone. I don't believe that. Most people go about their business each day without much thought about politics and I doubt anyone is watching them. Of course, if anyone were perceived as a real threat it would be easy to track him/her in this age of technological marvels. Anyone who spied on me would probably fall asleep from boredom. I do, however, believe that Washington is a swamp, a behemoth that has evolved through the years and taken on epic proportions, and that it makes life worse, not better, for those who work the hardest and play by the rules most of the time. President Trump is doing what he can to change that, but in the end the swamp, which includes Democrats and Republicans, will probably prevail. It has become so powerful.


It will be interesting to see how partisans react to the latest school shooting, in which an "armed school resource officer" engaged the 17-year-old perp, who had shot two students, one of whom is in critical condition. It is under investigation, so it's probably best to refrain from comment until the facts are revealed, but don't expect that to be the case on social media.

The Yankees-Red Sox rivalry is arguably MLB's most heated. Does playing a series in London sound like a good idea? Negotiations are underway for two regular season games in 2019. I've been wrong so many times on innovations, so I should probably shut up. Besides, I don't watch baseball anymore, so it's none of my business. Still...

With the fourth Nor'easter of the month on the way, I felt compelled to open the floating book shop despite the cold. Without sunshine, it wasn't easy, but I managed to put in two hours. My thanks to the local home attendant who bought two CD's, two Harlequin romances and a cook book; and to Ludmila, who purchased a Russian-English dictionary; and to Romanian-born artist Andu, who visited for the second straight day. This time he went for CD's, buying five. The latest weather event is entirely my fault. Last week I took the shovel I keep in the car during winter back to the apartment, jinxing everyone. I doubt NYC will get off as easy it has the previous three storms, two of which had barely any accumulation. It feels like all snow this time. How fast will it melt? If it warms up on Thursday, do I shovel out an area in front of the Chase bank, as I've done in the past?

Monday, March 19, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/19 - Humble Beginnings, Huge Success

Here are highlights from an article by Shannon Quinn on people from humble beginnings who went on to huge success. It's from listverse.com and has been edited heavily by yours truly:
Leonardo Del Vecchio was born in Milan in 1935 and grew up in an orphanage. He worked in factories and eventually operated his own, making eye glasses under the brand Luxottica. The corporation now produces Ray-Ban, Coach, Oakley, Prada and other fashionable lines. His estimated worth is $22.6 billion.
In 1981 Do Won Chang moved from South Korea to the USA. He washed dishes, pumped gas and cleaned offices. He eventually opened a store called Fashion 21, which sold wholesale clothing at low prices. He changed the name to Forever 21. He is now worth $3.1 billion.
Englishman Magnus Walker dropped out of school at 15. He eventually landed in L.A., where scoured thrift stores for cool clothes, which he resold on Venice Beach. He soon began selling his own designs, and his profits went through the roof. He supplied rock stars with duds. He also began collecting, customizing and reselling Porsches. He bought a dilapidated building in a poor district and wound up renting it to film companies.
IKEA mastermind Ingvar Kamprad was born on a farm in rural Sweden. His family was so poor that he began working at six, selling matches on the street. At 10 he hawked Christmas decorations door-to-door.
Oprah Winfrey was born in a tiny Mississippi town to a teenage single mom who worked as a housemaid. At nine she was raped repeatedly by family members. She moved to Tennessee to live with her father, but the sexual abuse didn't end. Pregnant at 14, she lost the baby soon after its birth.
At 16 John D. Rockefeller was a bookkeeper for a produce shipping company. At 20 he started his own business, earning commissions on selling hay and meat. He soon realized there was money in oil.
Coco Chanel was raised in an orphanage, where nuns taught her how to sew. She used those skills as a professional seamstress. At 23 she began living with a rich man, which helped her learn how to speak and act like wealthy woman.
Lebo Gunguluza, who grew up poor in South Africa, didn't earn his high school diploma until he was 20. He founded Gunguluza Enterprises & Media. By 27 he was a millionaire.
And as almost everyone knows, J.K. Rowling was a welfare single mom when she began writing the Harry Potter series.
There's a message somewhere in all that.


With Tiger Woods and Rory McIlroy back in the groove on the golf course, CBS, which broadcasts the Masters, is in its glory.

For the first time in a week I was at my usual nook and, even though it wasn't very windy, it was cold in the shade of the scaffold. I spent a lot of time standing in the sun at the corner of East 13th. My thanks to the gentleman who bought Wicked Prey by John Sandford, the 19th entry in the series, and The Talbot Odyssey by Nelson DeMille; and to the woman who purchased Long Time No See by Susan Isaacs. The highlight of the session occurred as I was breaking down the display. Romanian born artist Andu arrived, looking better and more stable than I'd ever seen him. He's been selling his work on the street in Manhattan on Sundays and says anything inspired by Batman and Wonder Woman sells immediately. He made $135 yesterday and hopes to soon be doing it every day. He bought several items: a beautifully illustrated book on Impressionists, one of the Harry Potter series, a huge educational reader on the three R's for his mom, and Smut Volume One, a compilation issued by nerve.com, which bills itself as "Smutty & Smart."

Sunday, March 18, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/18 - Adapting

Last night the Svengoolie program on MeTV, channel 33 on Cablevision in NYC, ran The Mad Magician (1954), starring Vincent Price, Eva Gabor, Mary Murphy and Patirck O'Neal. Originally shot in 3-D, it tried to recapture the box office results of the previous year's House of Wax. Although it has good moments, it has too many lapses in logic for my taste. In researching it at IMDb, I discovered another of Hollywood's unsung stalwarts, director John Brahm. Born in Hamburg in 1893, he fled Nazi tyranny in 1934, going at first to England, then to the USA in 1937, where he immediately found work. In 1952 he crossed over to TV almost exclusively. He has 75 titles listed under his name, but that doesn't reflect his prolific output, as multiple stints at the helm of a program show as only one at that valuable website. I counted 147 additional credits, including 16 of Medic, 23 of The Schlitz Playhouse, 15 combined of Hitchcock in both the half hour and hour incarnations, 12 of Thriller, 15 of Naked City, 12 of The Twilight Zone, 14 total of The Man from Uncle and its offshoot The Girl from Uncle. The highlight of his career was The Lodger (1944), a stylish thriller based on Jack the Ripper starring Merle Oberon, George Sanders and Laird Creger. He passed away in 1982. Well done, sir. Here's a pic:


The Jets have made a smart move by trading up to the number three position in the draft, which guarantees that at least one of the four highly rated QB's will be available. Now the tricky part - picking the right one. I'd select Baker Mayfield of Oklahoma. The knock on him is that he is only six-feet tall and a prima donna. My second choice would be Josh Allen of Wyoming, who has the strongest arm; third Sam Darnold of USC; fourth Josh Rosen of UCLA. The latter three all had disappointing seasons, while Mayfield was awarded the Heisman Trophy for his stellar play.

When I rolled up to my Sunday nook in Park Slope, a dumpster was in place. If I set the shop up in its usual proportions, it would have blocked too much of the sidewalk, and I don't want to give anyone an excuse to lodge a complaint. I was about to drive away and head to Bay Parkway, where I'd worked five straight days, when it occurred to me to use the dumpster as part of the display, although it might turn off fuss-budgets. Here's what that part looked like:


My thanks to the gentleman who bought a huge hardcover version of one of the Harry Potter series, and to the other who showed just before closing time and purchased a large compilation of African-American lit, and four books on nutrition, including The Maker's Diet by Jordan Rubin. The first sentence of the book's blurb at Amazon reads: "Are you looking for a health plan that is biblically based and scientifically proven?"

Saturday, March 17, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/17 - Saints Help a Sinner

Sometimes a film is successful despite its flaws. Such is the case with St. Vincent (2014), which I watched last night courtesy of Netflix. It is the story of a grouchy Brooklynite, a role tailor made for Bill Murray. He is on the skids, broke, drinking and smoking too much. He's thrown a lifeline when a single mom and her pre-teen son move in next door. He agrees to "babysit" a couple hours a day, filling the gap from the end of the school until the woman returns from her job as a nurse. He does not change his ways, taking the boy to bars and the race track. Sure, this is Hollywood excess, where sinning is shrugged off as really no big deal as long as there are a few good deeds of penance, but it's heart is in the right place in the same way Little Miss Sunshine (2006) is. The cast is outstanding. Melissa McCarthy plays the mom, a departure from the comedic roles she usually undertakes. Naomi Watts' abundant talent raises the stereotypical role of a pregnant, Russia-born hooker/stripper to lofty heights. Jaeden Lieberher is as touching as the kid as he was three years later in The Book of Henry (2017), another contrived story that somehow manages to hit home. I was impressed most by the performance of teacher/priest Chris O'Dowd, a rare positive portrayal of Christian clergy in a tinsel town flick. It was written and directed by Brooklyn-born Theodore Melfi. Unfortunately, there isn't much info on him on the web. Since the protagonist is from Sheepshead Bay, my neighborhood, I wonder if Melfi is too. While viewing, I've always found it difficult to pinpoint where filming took place, and that was the case again here. Despite the predictable material, I got misty during the kid's warts and all school presentation, a nomination for sainthood that reveals a lot about the curmudgeon's history. 84,000+ users at IMDb have rated St. Vincent, forging to a consensus of 7.3, which is on the money by me. It runs less than two hours and has a soundtrack baby boomers would enjoy. I believe its appeal is broad. A cynic might scoff, which is ironic, as the main character is one. Here's a still of McCarthy confronting Murray:

  

It was a glorious day, the sunshine taking the bite out of the wind which has persisted all week. My thanks to the woman who bought Beyond Fear by Dorothy Rowe and Night by Elie Wiesel, the umpteenth copy that has sold at the floating book shop; and to the woman who selected Gorgias by Plato and How to Stop Worrying and Start Living by Dale Carnegie; and to the woman in a wheelchair, who purchased five CD's. She'd just returned from the parade and was dressed appropriately for St. Patty's Day, green derby and all. A young woman came out of nowhere with a donation of about 30 books, a marketable mix of fiction and non, and refused my offer of books as payment - my thanks. And a middle age woman I expected arrived just before closing with about 15 thrillers, a blend of hard and soft cover. As a thank you I suggested she take a few books. She took two anthologies of the supernatural and my own story collection A Hitch in Twilight. I was glad to surrender it, as she is an avid reader who will at least give it a shot.

Friday, March 16, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/16 - Donald, Ed & Ben

With the Special Counsel's Russia collusion probe going nowhere, Robert Mueller wants the Trump Organization to submit all its financial records. If the swamp gets the President, it will be because of sexual transgression or, more likely, shady business practices. Trump has been in business for almost 50 years. He's probably had to deal with bad actors and may have succumbed to dollar temptation as he has to sexual. My hunch is the investigation will limp along until the November elections. If the Dems regain control of Congress, as it appears likely, I don't see how Trump can survive the onslaught - unless the alleged crimes of FBI and DOJ officials is proven.

RIP Ed Charles, 84, member of the 1969 Miracle Mets. He platooned at third base with Wayne Garrett, and was loved by his teammates and the fans. Bob Murphy, one of the three members of the original broadcast crew, would show his affection by saying: "Never hang a slider to The Glider." In eight big league seasons, three with the Amazin's, he hit .263 and belted 86 homers. Well done, sir.


With the wind still kicking up a fuss at my usual nook, I ventured to an alternate site and had good luck. My thanks to the woman who purchased Five Cents, although I suspect it was an act of sympathy rather than real interest. Thanks also to the middle age Latina who bought four CD's, and to the gentleman who, after careful browsing, selected Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School by Benjamin Franklin and Carl Japikse. The latter, according to his bio at Amazon, is a modern writer whose "works are designed to stimulate thoughtfulness and help people shed the shackles of prudery, superstition, and careless thinking." Many of his books are issued under a pseudonym, such as his parody The Zen of Farting by a student of master Reepah Gud Wan. For decades he has collaborated with an MD on the topics of the human mind, creativity, personal growth and human psychology. He runs his own publishing houses and has overseen reprints of the work of Alexander Pope, Richard Hovey, H.G. Wells, Talbot Mundy, Joan Grant, A.E. van Vogt, Dion Fortune, and Henry van Dyke. As for Mr. Franklin, here's a snippet from something I found at teachingamericanhistory.org, culled from a long 1781 letter to The Royal Academy of Brussels: "My Prize Question therefore should be, To discover some Drug wholesome & not disagreable, to be mix’d with our common Food, or Sauces, that shall render the natural Discharges of Wind from our Bodies, not only inoffensive, but agreable as Perfumes." I'd always read that he was quite a character.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/15 - Roads

Post-apocalyptic fare has always been popular, whether a serious exploration of the possibility or over-the-top silly fun. Recently, a copy of Cormac McCarthy's The Road came my way. More than one customer of the floating book shop had praised it, so I really looked forward to it. I'm disappointed. I don't mind bleak, downbeat or depressing material, as my own often trends that way. It's what I expected. I was reminded of The Walking Dead TV series - without zombies, humans preying on each violently, some even resorting to cannibalism. My main gripe is with the writing. I don't understand why the author, in a third person account, chose such unpolished prose. I don't mind an occasional run on sentence. It is way overdone in the narrative. There are no quotation marks, which I've encountered before and always seems affectation. The main characters are not given names, which I suppose is some sort of symbolism of a world that has gone blank. I found it annoying, especially in those cases when it was difficult initially to determine who "he" referred to, man or boy. The dialogue is spare and as colorless as the devastated landscape. That said, the novel has several redeeming qualities, the chief being the relationship between the unnamed father and son. The dad will go to any length to protect the kid, whose age is never mentioned but which seems to be at least eight. The concept of the son being the keeper of the fire, that is, the hope of humanity, is first-rate. I was reminded of John Steinbeck's The Winter of Our Discontent, in which the protagonist first believes his son is a keeper of that light that keeps humanity from descending into utter chaos, then realizes it is his daughter who is endowed with that decency. Also, the author demonstrates a knowledge of the workings of devices that dwarfs mine and makes me wonder how long I would survive in such an environment. The book was awarded the Pulitzer Prize. I've read other winners and responded even more negatively than I did to The Road. This makes me believe my own writing is way off the literary mark, and explains why my sales are so weak. 4500+ users at Amazon have rated The Road, forging to a consensus of 4.1 on a scale of five. I rate it 2.5. Born in 1933, McCarthy has written ten novels, and short stories and plays. Several of his works have been adapted to the big or small screen, most notably Oscar-winning Best Picture No Country for Old Men (2007), which I really like. He has not published a book since The Road, which came out in 2007. It's still selling, ranked 2251 overall at Amazon, where 13+ million books are listed. I've just added the 2009 movie version to my Netflix list. This time my expectations will be low. 


According to an article in today's NY Post, a UK room rental service is using DNA analysis in the matching of roommates. It's not surprising, is it? It's a road that continues to lead to innovation, a better world. If only it could be used to make government better.

With the wind still strong at my usual nook, I took the show on the road and had modest success. My thanks to the woman who overpaid for an illustrated book on the song's of The Lion King, which she plans to read/sing to her handicapped teenage son; to the elderly woman who bought paperbacks by John Grisham, Janet Evanovich and Fern Michaels; to the woman who insisted on paying for a book in Russian even though she donated one; and to Monsey, who purchased a country classics CD by Leann Rimes, and compilations of Broadway and Disco... I had some entertainment while I waited for customers to come along. A crew of four was working on the three-story building, replacing the roofing, on the other side of 85th Street. None of the men was wearing a harness, despite the precarious perches they took. At one point one carried a plywood board, cut to about four by four, up a ladder as high as he could. It was too low for one of his mates to grab, so the guy called to another, who, I assume, held onto his legs as he dangled to reach it. I wonder if their kids appreciate what their dads do to bring home the bacon.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/14 - Ramblin'

I read or heard somewhere that despite all the firings and the daily battles against the negativism of the mainstream media, President Trump has managed to enact 60% of his agenda. Meanwhile, heads roll. Is the axing of Secretary of State Rex Tillerson an indication of chaos? Maybe, but he behaved more like an Obama appointee in terms of policy. And am I being blindly supportive in saying that it's refreshing to see accountability in government? Now Mike Pompeo moves from head of the CIA to State, and Gina Haspel, who has been with the CIA since 1985 and seems eminently qualified, moves to the top spot there. According to pundits, her appointment will be vigorously opposed by Dems, who will cite her support of torture post 9/11. I'd prefer someone like that to lead in protecting the nation. Also, it's good to see the president lay the blame on Russia for the London attack of nerve gas that has put a former Russian spy and his daughter at death's door. He is not critical enough of Putin, who's our mortal enemy.

Although the special election in Pennsylvania is extremely close, it looks like the Dems have another victory. They outspent Republicans 500-1. In this case they ran someone who is to the right of, or at least pretends to be, of President Trump. It would be very surprising if he ever votes contrary to the swamp's wishes, but one can always hope.

NYC has speed cameras in many places. Politicians say they encourage safe driving. Detractors claim they are merely another way of financing the profligate spending that gets incumbents re-elected. Now, according to an article at Fox News, a small Midwestern town is in a dog fight that threatens this practice. A federal court has ruled that New Miami, Ohio, population 2321, must pay back more than $3 million in automated speeding tickets. It will almost certainly go bankrupt if the state Supreme Court doesn’t reverse the ruling and spare it from refunding tens of thousands of tickets at $180 apiece plus interest. Of course, this may encourage lawsuits in other areas of the country, but I doubt any would occur in the socialist Big Apple. Seven states are currently considering legislation amid concerns of abuse. A study has found that the number of red light cameras in the U.S. dropped to 467 in 2015 from its peak of 553 in 2012. I've always believed it to be a Big Brother-like intrusion on citizens. Supporters cite studies that show a significant decrease in accidents and fatalities as proof they are necessary.

The Loyola-Chicago men’s basketball team will be making its first NCAA tournament appearance in 33 years this week. Its biggest fan is 98-year-old nun Sister Jean Dolores Schmidt. And here she is:


With the wind howling at my usual book nook, I took the show to an alternate site and got lucky. My thanks to Bay 37th alum Lorraine, who bought The Wedding by Nicholas Sparks, and to the young woman who purchased a book in Russian. Special thanks to young Morad, who is of Egyptian descent, and who, when he asked which I think is my best book, took a chance on Killing.


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/13 - Inspection, Fish Oil & Rodents

Car inspection socked me this year - $744. Two tires, exhaust pipes replacement, windshield wipers, miscellaneous tinkering. In December the "Check Engine" light came on and that cost $300+ to fix. One more major problem and I will seriously consider giving up the old Hyundai. Fortunately, I'm a saver, not a spender, so it's not that big a deal. Still, only psychopaths like to lose money.


Yesterday I visited the vitamin aisle in Stop n Shop to see if Fish Oil was on sale. Supposedly it, among other things, helps keep cholesterol in check. Krill oil is said to be better and not give one gas, but it costs 50% more. The Fish Oil wasn't on sale, so I decided to wait until I'd checked at CVS. Sure enough, it was listed as buy one, get one free. I brought two bottles to the self check-out and it said nothing about reduced price. I hit the Help tab and soon an employee approached, took one of the bottles and ran it under the price checker. No sale. I assumed I'd selected the wrong ones. I went back and carefully read the ticket, which stated "1200 MG, Buy One, Get One Free." I took them to the regular check-out. No deal. The cashier said sometimes the sale pertains to "select items." What - items that are approaching the expiration date? Weird. I said I was sorry and left without buying anything. I've gotten so many good deals and dollar-off coupons there that I didn't feel it was right to give the crew a hard time, especially since they don't set the prices.

Ten or so days ago some yahoo dumped a Hefty bag full of onions on top of the dumpster at the corner of Avenue Z and E. 13th. The next day it was completely shredded. Rats had gotten to it. A few days ago, while running the floating book shop, I saw one scurrying in the garden that runs along the front of the apartment building there. I informed Luis, the porter, who said an exterminator had laid out traps and poison, and that the rats were laughing at the poison. As I left for my morning walk a couple of days ago, I thought I saw one running under a car parked right in front of our building. I just mentioned it to Jeff, one of our porters, who said it's been a problem for a while. I assume the guy with the onions is disgruntled. At first I thought it was somebody incensed at the lack of parking spaces. There's another dumpster mid block, there's a trailer owned by a guy waiting to close on an apartment sale, and a hole in the ground, surrounded by wooden horses, that has not been repaired since it was dug weeks ago, all of which makes the scarcity of space a whole lot worse. The perp is most likely someone who got the boot from the job of pointing the bricks and redoing the terraces of the three LeFrak buildings that occupy the entire block. The repairs to the last is approaching the start of its second year - with no end in sight.

Again NYC has dodged snow accumulation. This time it's zero. Desperate for a positive note, I took the shovel and ice scraper I keep in the car during the winter back to the apartment. The long range forecast calls for temperatures above freezing. It looks so nice right now I'm tempted to go out and set up the book shop.
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Monday, March 12, 2018

The Writer's Life 3/12 - Handouts & Other Delights

One doesn't know whether to laugh or cry at the shenanigans of politicians. NYC is offering the homeless living in shelters a year's rent to move upstate to Binghamton. Leaders of that city are not happy. I expect those who take advantage of the offer to return, hand out, in 12 months.


For the first time since my hiring at the Commodity Exchange in 1983, I will not be participating in a NCAA Basketball Tournament pool, which was an event to which many employees looked forward. Since I was let go in 2007 I'd been participating in free online pools. I'm not protesting anything. It simply reflects my decreasing interest in sports.

Yesterday Tiger Woods finally justified the media's preferential treatment of him, finishing second by one stroke at the latest stop on the PGA Tour, the Valspar Championship outside Tampa. He seems to have regained form and is once again a threat to break Jack Nicklaus' record for victories in majors, 18. Woods has won 14, his last at the 2008 U.S. Open. Man, time flies.

Since another nor'easter is on the way, and since melting snow is still dripping from the scaffold at my usual book nook, I gave up the most favorable parking spot and took the car in for the always worrisome annual inspection. The most obvious need is the windshield wiper on the passenger side, which is shredding. I just got the call from Ralph, the manager of Emil's, whom I trust. Two tires and an exhaust pipe need to be replaced, so the old Hyundai will be in the shop overnight. I'm not surprised about the exhaust problem. I heard it and assumed it was the muffler. I expected to be told the shocks were shot too. He didn't mention anything about it and I wasn't about to volunteer the info. At least the ordeal will be done some time tomorrow.

I had to move the display away from the curbside when water started cascading from the scaffold, which is pitched slightly toward Avenue Z. My thanks to the three ladies who between them bought four books in Russian, to Ira, who purchased The Patient's Guide to Surgery by Edward L. Bradley; and to the gentleman who sorted through the box of CD's and selected three, including a collection of Fleetwood Mac's best work. Thanks also to the woman who donated three books in Russian, and to Alan, who dropped off a copy of Schindler's List by Thomas Keneally.
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