I am a diehard New Yorker! I was born in, raised in and love my NYC. My blood bleeds orange & blue for my New York Mets. I hope that you like my work. I am cranking them out as fast as I can. Please enjoy & share with your friends.
Feed Me!!! I Said, Feeeeed Me!!!
Life is tough for a single guy here in New York City. Sometimes, we need help just to get through our busy day. Face it. It takes a whole lot of energy just to look this good.
New York! New York!
I LOVE NEW YORK! Despite everything that goes on here, I still love it. Where should I begin? I have been a native New Yorker since the day I was born. As far back as I can remember, it was just the three of us: Mom, Dad, and little young me. For starters, we lived in an apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was close in proximity to Columbia University. Right away, attending a university later on in life was ingrained very early on. I remember looking out of the window at night and barely seeing images in the darkness. I was able to make out some sort of park. It looked like some sort of park that I saw on a jazz record cover. I saw the lights just barely above the trees. They looked like steady neon flames. It was so nice when balanced against the nighttime sky. How much did it make an impression on me? I was almost two years old at the time.
I Came!!! I Saw!!! I Pondered!!!
I am a teacher, musician, writer, son, brother, uncle, friend and a few other things. My enemies may call me a nudge, a pain, a problem and perhaps many other things. By just looking at my titles so far, I have room for one more-dreamer. What are my qualifications?
I Love You, But I Don't Know Who You Are
July 24, 2017 To the most BEAUTIFUL lady in the universe, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I most certainly do. The only problem is that I don't know you. I don't know where you are. You can be anyone, anywhere. You can be anyone—a daughter, a mom, a niece, a sister, a girlfriend, a wife, a grandmother, a granddaughter, a great granddaughter or an aunt. I don't really know at all. I have no idea. You are so many things to so many people, but you are always a friend to me.
How to Be a Jerk!
(The following story you are about to read is true. Only the names, places, cars being driven, the times, the order of events, the things said, the reasons why they were said, thoughts and where it has taken place were changed to protect the innocent.)
A True Love Forever Lost
Love! What a very strange word. I've heard it so often. "Man, I love my new car." "I'd love to see the game." I have heard it ever since I popped out of my Mommy just a year before my first birthday. Oh yes! I've used it quite a few times, but outside of my family, I've NEVER felt love.