Thursday, October 13, 2016


My neighbor's Dad died yesterday. He was a nice old man that I didn't know well, but since he came to stay with them, he would always greet me out on my walks and stop to say Hello or smile.
As time passed, he would introduce himself to me or ask me who I was; even though I had seen him many times before. It broke my heart a little, and if he was with his daughter/my neighbor, we would simply exchange a look.
I had forgotten that he was once an NYPD Officer...until today. I found out about his death and I remembered and I thought it important to not only send a sympathy card but to thank his family for his service.
He was an old man; many years retired, but I still paused to think: how many lives did he save? How many people did he help? What precinct did he serve in, and how many stories would I never get a chance to hear?
Every once in a while, I feel a burst of love and support over the wire, and if I'm on Twitter, I will hashtag a tweet with #NYPDFamily. I'm not sure if I invented that #hashtag, or if I saw someone else use it, but it seems fitting to mention it today.
For tomorrow morning I will send a homemade bread and sincerest condolences across the street, to a small part of the Blue Family.
Thank you Sir...Rest in Peace.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Thought Life

Did you ever wonder how many friends you'd have left in the world if they could read your mind, and know your deepest, innermost thoughts?
People are unfollowing each other left and right on Social Media because of this election; it makes me wonder sometimes just who would love you in spite of yourself in today's world.
(Insert Jesus here.) 
I thought about a few thousand things today: I thought about the impending election, I thought about how people perceive things vs. reality...I thought about Zymere Perkins again...I thought about the system, and who the good guys are, and I thought about the bad guys too.
It's left me feeling melancholy.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Apparently, only some Black Lives Matter

One night Last week, I was just about to go upstairs and go to sleep when I decided to watch just a few minutes of the 11 O'clock News.
Big mistake.
The third story in was about a little black boy in Harlem that had been murdered. The story went on to tell about how the mother's boyfriend had beat him to death.
Let me just say this: there is no alleged. They showed some film of the junkie mother and her savage boyfriend being arraigned; and my stomach went into free fall.
Maybe it's because I have a child now; maybe it's because I grew up in a bad situation...not sure, but I can tell you for sure that I had a visceral reaction to this poor child being murdered.
It is still raw.
I have been tweeting New York City's most inept mayor. (Small M on purpose; he doesn't deserve my respect) and I have been tweeting about this, and talking about it, and rolling it around in my head. Just how does this happen? Who is at fault here? Are you and I at fault, on some level? Because it takes a Village, right? How about the neighbors in Harlem?
Where, Oh Where are the Black Lives Matter Activists on this one?!
When the BLM crew gets going, they like to say things over and over, they chant, and one of the favorite tag lines is: Say His/Her Name.
How about this:
There. I said it. Zymere Perkins.
Will saying it again bring him back? You can argue all sorts of things, but many times when a BLM Activist gets behind an untimely death, said person was shot/killed while in the process of committing a crime. 
Zymere Perkins was an innocent baby; a small child whose life was taken away from him at the hands of an  evil piece of garbage. 
And now the mayor has lawyered up.
I'm writing about this now as I didn't have time last week to Blog, but I can also tell you that I was waiting to see how things would pan out...I waited to see if the Black Lives Matter protestors would take to the streets.
There's been no sign of them in Harlem.
Isn't that strange.
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Sunday, September 11, 2016

The Anniversary

I had to work this morning. I didn't mention 9/11 because we all knew, and I swear the air was full of all that was left unsaid. After teaching a class, I dipped into a supermarket because I had to grab a thing or two for the company I have coming over in a bit, and I came across this headline in today's Daily News. I took a snap but left it.
I don't need to read the article.
I took another quick turn into the bagel store and saw that they were reading the names from Ground Zero on the TV screen above our heads. I ordered my bagels and left with a sigh.
It's all there. All over again. It always is and I wonder if it always will be.
I suspect it will.
And so it goes.
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