Censorship 101

 All the networks are showing the same feed from the museum.....the TAPED recording of the names.....( cuomo , deblasio, Biden and Bloomberg) no live feed from Tunnels to Towers in Zuccotti Park.........I fucking give up......

The last good morning sunrise

 Will be the brightest you’ve ever seen (Peter Rowan)

I woke in the middle of the night Tuesday and my alarm clock was shining an incredibly bright light.....no music.....it wasn’t time yet.....but for some strange reason it lit up......as I lay awake staring at the ceiling I couldn’t help but think about the brightest, most frightening light I ever saw ( I’m thinking now after all these years that certain things lie just below the surface of conciuosness......they never really are behind us, always lurking, and are brought to the surface when necessary)........I had literally just escaped from the World Trade Center.....and crossed West Street... was wth Kevin Mondo Monahan....we stopped at the Chase Bank in front of/across the street from 200 Liberty St.....I was trembling and doubled over catching my breath.... I pointed to Wolfhounds ( a bar on the ground floor of 200) and I told Mondo we would go in for a drink as soon as they opened .....the first plane hit at 8:46......the second plane 9:03......I wasn’t looking at my watch but I now realize I crossed West Street at 9:02......the words we’re still coming out of my mouth when I was frozen by an incredible ROAR......the loudest noise I ever heard before or since......it felt like an eternity.....it seemed to be getting louder.....people on the streets were freaking out .......and collectively we instinctively looked upward between on South End Ave to the bluest sky of them all......and as my ears hurt from the roaring engines, my stomach was in my throat and I saw the SUN reflecting off the nose of a silver Jet Plane as it crossed West Street and slammed into the South Tower , WTC 2.........of all the horrible things I saw and experienced that Day......that reflected light and the realization of what it was as the Brain processed it.....well that was probably the worst few seconds of my life.

LEGEND

 that word gets tossed around too easily these days......modern day athletes that serve as an inspiration or role model both on and OFF the field are few and far between......those that can excel at the pinnacle of their sport and still manage to stay out of the negative spotlight of being arrested, having an affair, fathering a child out of wedlock, making embarrassing public statements or supporting subversive causes...well they practically do not exist. We have all rooted for a Great Athlete at one time or another and sadly most of them have also let us down at one time or another.....not on the field, but in life.

George Thomas "Tom Terrific" Seaver was my first sports hero in my childhood.

Tom Seaver never let me down on the mound or in the press, despite that slimeball, turncoat Dick Youngs attempts to discredit him.

Tom Seaver was a great pitcher and a great role model and a great man.

Thanks Tom.....i hope your dementia has left your brain.......I hope you are permitted to look down on this earth and see and hear all the tributes that are coming your way.

summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

Wake me up when September ends ( Billie Joe Armstrong)

summer flew by in the wink of a 30 pack.....seems like just 5 months ago i was drinking beer on the train without too much of a care in the world, and looking back on my days of working remote and quaratini's at home, i am hard pressed to recall a day that i did NOT Imbibe......but there were some close calls.

One random tuesday i last until 4:45 P.M. without so much as a drop.......it was a brutally hot  afternoon but i was safe in the frozen confines of my AC.....and suddenly the power went out.......I sprang into action......i had 3 bags of ice in the Meat freezer and so i began emptying the beer friedge and packed two full coolers of beer.......and then iced them both down.....preparing for a long hot night.......the power came back at 5:30......and so we sat in the yard and put a big dent in that cooler of beer....not wanting my $1.99 ice to die in vain.

Another day early into exile.....a raw late March / early April cold rainy day.....working away and listening to the stereo......a Shillelagh Law song came on.....singing about whiskey......and i standing with a bar behind me housing a multitude of Jamesons bottles....had to jump right in.

there was the day i lasted well past lunch and suddenly news broke that the Great Charlie Daniels had passed away.....well his CD's were now stacked by the stereo and by the end of the first song I was "sittin on a barstool, acting like a darn fool".....that was a long night.

And just the other day i again managed to get through 11:30 lunch without so much as a drop of booze.....and i was reviewing an account for work on my computer and the clients last name was SELTZER.....no joke......within seconds i had a pint glass of ice and was pouring a White Klaw...

one of these days I will actually abstain from drinking for 24 hours......but not today....all this reminiscing has made me thirsty....