Isn’t it fitting…

November 9, 2006 at 10:39 pm (News & Politics)

…that George Allen’s loss was the decider? He was their ‘Poster Boy’…I haven’t felt this good about the direction this country was going since Clinton was re-defining humidors.

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Congratulations America!

November 8, 2006 at 10:38 pm (News & Politics)

As I type, the Senate race is still too close to call. At the very least we’ve regained the “checks and balances” that will keep ‘Dubidiot’ and his puppeteers in line. I’m gratified that Richard Pombo was defeated. This pig wanted to repeal the Endangered Species Act… I’m so happy. Thank you, fellow Americans.

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Turning 30-30

November 7, 2006 at 10:36 pm (Family & Friends, Life & Death)

I’m still age 30-29, at least for the next few hours. I feel 25. A teenager at heart, I’m blessed with an incredible constitution. That said, time marches on. My major accomplishment in the first half of my life [don’t laugh, I’ve another 60 to go before they plant me] is fathering Phillip, me boy by a previous coitis. His mother and I agree on very few things. On this point, we concur: He’s a great kid with a limitless future, a sparkling personality, when teenage crapolla doesn’t supress it, and a ‘way about him’ that leaves me kvelling [read Leo Rosten’s book, “The Joys of Yiddish”, if you don’t farshtesed]. He wants to be a wrestler in the TNA and don’t bet against him. I tell him EVERY day that I’m proud, but hearing words aren’t always enough. So read, re-read and read again, Phillip. Never forget.

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A Gentle Reminder

November 6, 2006 at 10:35 pm (News & Politics)

Aside that we are involved in a trumped up war on terrorism in the wrong country, for the wrong reasons [oil and, yet another, Christian Crusade]. Please vote to save our planet. The current regime has a blatant disregard for our ecology.

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November 5, 2006 at 10:33 pm (Family & Friends)

…I’ve found it!!!!!!!!!! My friends have seen me bopping around like a teenager, of late. Meeting someone special, at a time in my life when I cannot/will not play the traditional mating game of push-pull was, at best, an overwhelming long shot. Those of you who know me, really know me, are aware that for years I’ve been happy to spend days, weeks, and sometimes months enjoying my own company. Have I had “companionship”? Occasionally. Have I been attracted, smitten if you will, to damsels [not in distress]? Yes. Have some folks been taken with me? I like to think so… What’s different now? For one thing, it’s a mutual thang. But, it goes beyond that. Aretha spelled it out. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Sing with me. Better yet, sing with us. LOVE BE US.

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Kittatinny Camp, Part 1

November 2, 2006 at 10:12 pm (Kittatinny Camp)

If you attended summer camp as a kid, you probably think that your camp was the best. Did you go to KLC? If not, you’re simply wrong. It wasn’t its gorgeous setting that made the┬áCamp, my camp, the best ever. Any words I can conjure up will not pay justice to the rolling hills and countryside, but its physical splendor pales in comparison to the wonderful folks who came together to form our community. Most of us were returnees. Not one or two summers, but year after year we kept coming back. Directors, counselors, kitchen help, custodians [anybody remember Bob Jennings?] and campers alike returned. Cold winters in New York and Philly were warmed by formal reunions. I was unable to attend the last reunion five years ago, but I hope not to miss the next one. Maybe we can come together and gather around the Totem Pole and once again cheer on the Green Team. Are Alan Sacks and Judy Race still Team Leaders? Is Dick Trout on the Waterfront. Marge, how’s he doing? Craig Pearson? Hoagie Bock? Davey Kristol? Johnny [H-a-double r-i-s-o-n spells] Harrison? Louie Naleboff is gone. Uncle A is gone. Chuck Smeren, too. Victor [Froggy] Gross died in Viet Nam. Andy Goodman, the Freedom Fighter, also died a hero’s death. Milt Blatt passed away a few years ago. Sue Berger also passed. And last week I read that my old bunkmate, Phil Karr, died. I’m deeply saddened. RIP Doberman.

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