Happy Hour Sighting

After a long absence, a friend was happy to see me.  He suggested we indulge in one glass of beer.  Sensitive as I am to substances, I mentioned an important lesson from college.

"If I am going to drink, I need to also eat."

He was able to charter carrots and cottage cheese.

His excitement carried over into a second beer and my request for more food.  He understood our time together was brief for he had a meeting soon approaching.

Departing, I realized, as I figured, the carrots and cottage cheese certainly hadn't curbed my sensitivity.  I needed to think of a place where I could recover from my state.  What environment suited me in my circumstance?  I didn't want to go to a park or parking lot, I would just be dizzy and miserable.  Where could I go to come out of this haze?

A tavern!  

There one can feel at home being dizzy and miserable and enjoy detoxifying food.

Inspiration for Passing Moment

Inspired the author was to draft and publish “Passing Moment,” from his time in a smoking cessation group.  He can’t attend the group forever.  Gay is he that the group was available for him when he was ready to say “No” to death sticks (cigarettes).  

In the early days of 2011, one particular dirty Flemington law enforcement officer overstepped his due diligence.  The author was charged for less than 0.2 grams of marijuana.  The author paid the fine and completed his one-year probation but the effect that adjudication caused him in switching from sweet green ganja to filthy brown tobacco lasted for nearly 13 years.

The dirty State has since legalized the simple herb; which at the time of the author’s arrest, was considered by the State to be the most dangerous herb.  The war on ignorance continues.

Passing Moment

All this long life - a series of passing moments.

Moment after moment, coming, here, gone.

Sometimes we want to hold a moment as long as possible.  Other times we can't wait for the moment's conclusion.

All are just moments, entirely brief.

Even in our own body moments pass ever so quickly.

At first we think time is taking forever to pass; each moment - incredibly momentous.  As we age, awe fades and time too quickly passes.

Our time together is ever so precious, cherish the love, the connection, the gone moment in this future now.

Golden Record Hunt

Yesterday morning driving to the out-there of Bucks County I was enjoying the finest radio station in the universe.  The DJs were talking about something happening at a record store far from me and most proximal to the station.  One greener DJ would be co-hosting the event with another.  The green DJ incidentally, as I often do with this particular DJ, mixed up the show for the DJ name.  Anyway I figured I would miss the event and continued on with my day.

Done for the day in the beautiful valley, I returned on my route and continued to enjoy WPRB while driving Wilma's sexy ass.  I couldn't recall the voice signature of the green DJ from earlier but our alliterate DJ Readie was on the air.  Readie was doing some Golden Record Hunt.  She and her co-host were giving clues to a record store.  I didn't know off hand what record store they may have been describing.  I was driving and didn't care to stop and look up whatever store it could be.  I arrived at the gym to refresh after a day's work.  Good songs were playing and I didn't want to depart but, alas I did.

After the gym I desired food.  I explored on my phone where I might get a reasonable steak.  Deciding to stay in town, I chauffeured Wilma's sexy ass downtown.  As always her radio is tuned to WPRB and I turned up the vibes.  I identified a parking spot which required me to drive around the block.  After my final turn and approaching the spot with a red light between the spot and me, Readie and her co-host began to give clues to the record store proximal to me.  As I sat at the light, they continued to give obvious clues to my local record store.  I began to wonder what this Golden Record Hunt was.  They gave the number to the station but I missed it, was it 238 or 258?  Much time passed since I listened to the station since leaving for Florida 6 months ago let alone calling-in to the station since covid.  

I figured I should head to the record store to see what was going on and do so quickly.  Someone was making a left holding up traffic so I was able to keep stride crossing the street.  I tried to take a short cut but ended up taking a longer route.  I thought "Aww man, I'm goin’ to end up congratulating somebody for something, I don't want to but I will."  Passing an acquaintance sitting outside I said, “I’m heading-into the record store.”  I walked to the desk and asked the young woman, “What's goin’ on with this Golden Record thing with wprb?”  She knew nothing of any help to my cause.  I looked along the counter and noticed a more executive man being busy.  I asked him the same question.

He said there is a "Golden Record somewhere in this store."

Ohh man now I've got to find a Golden Record.  I started looking, flipping through and found an album cover that was yellow and asked the guy if this was the Golden Record.  It wasn't.  I picked up another album cover, this time yellow with gold lettering and asked again if this were the golden record.  It wasn't.  He did hint that the record is in an obvious location.  I took a breath and thought of my friend's border.  I looked around the walls and noticed records hanging on the walls.  Then the thought clicked!  I'm looking for an actual record that is Gold!  I finished my tours of the walls and began to flip through some cheap records, looking into the album covers to see if there were a Golden Record.  Then I remembered what the guy said.  I stood up and made my way down an aisle of sealed album covers, with records inaccessible.  In the first aisle I chose halfway down was a yellowish record, no album cover, just the record in a clear wrapper.  Moving closer I saw WPRB circumscribed in an inner diameter.  My hand reached out to grab it, I didn't move my hand, the hand did so on it's own, automatic, instinctive, without thought, just a wide eyed extension and clasping, like a giant baby.  I had it in my hand.  This had to be it!

I walked back to the guy and asked if this was it.  It was.  He said, “See that word in the middle there, remember that word and call WPRB.”  Before I left the store a person with his daughter congratulated me for finding the record.  I returned to Wilma and attempted to go on the chat to communicate that I had the Golden Record.  For some technical reason outside my control I couldn't login to the chat.  I still needed to eat.  I figured I'll leave this Golden Record in Wilma, order my food and return to tell WPRB, I've found their Golden Record.

Walking into the restaurant the owner warmly greeted me.  I told him the good news of finding the Golden Record.  He congratulated me and continued his business out the door.  I ordered my food and returned to Wilma to contact WPRB.  Deciding to go on their website, I found their number.  Readie was off the air and different DJs were on the mic.  I waited for them to finish their introductions.  And now I wait for cool swag to arrive at my post!

My Own Ignorance

My own ignorance interrupts my achievement.

One example of the author’s ignorance interrupting achievement was when counter-suing a past landlord.  Had the author claimed Misrepresentation, instead of Fraud as he did, his case would have been more exact.  

Though, our author should not be so hard on himself.  He spoke well enough in the courtroom to have, in the middle of his testimony, opposing counsel on their own compulsions blurt out in a Mickey Mouse voice, “Your Honor, the management company made a mistake!”

To which the judge snapped back at the cowering counsel, “The management company is the landlord’s agent.  Is it not!?”

“Yes, your Honor,” whimpered opposing counsel.

For forty minutes the author presented facts.  When finished the judge asked, “Anything else?”  The author thought of some concluding remark.  To which the judges asked again, “Anything else?”  The author thought of some extra remarks.  “Anything else?” again asked the judge.  The author was able to think of one more remark to make for his case.  “Anything else?” the judge asked yet again.  

The author wished he had some clue if the judge was hoping the author knew some correct conclusion.  Alas, the author said, “No, your Honor.”

The judge said, “Okay, I will need some time before rendering judgment - hearing concluded.”

Opposing counsel dashed out of the courtroom. 

Meanwhile, the author gathered his papers, turned to his doctor friend who came to observe the hearing and asked her how he did.  She said he did well and they began to walk out of the courtroom.  Before they left, they heard a voice from behind, “You did well.”  They turned and saw the judge was still at his bench and again he repeated, “You did well.”

What is counter-suing?

A counter suit is the legal principle that if sued by a party you have the right to sue them, at a discount, for anything they might have done, regardless if the reasons are unrelated.

Eternal Spirit

We never stop being who we are.

All we can do is be better at who we are.

We can modify behaviors, thoughts, and beliefs which might define who we are, but our spirit — our spirit is eternal.

When We Love You

When we love you -

we love all of you!

We love what you do.

We love how you think.  

We love your voice and how you talk!  

We love your presence.  

We love your hobbies and interests, even though we

might not share the same ones, we love those through

loving you.  

We love and cherish every aspect of who you are as a

person and partner. 

The only time we lose love is when hurt.  Love is lost most

if how you or I think or what we do is hurtful for either

of us. 

Just love — love gently, love faithfully, love generously,

love kindly, love patiently, love peacefully, love

joyfully, and Love Lovingly!