Saturday, March 17, 2018


Aye, another season with the Irish lassie, TLW!

Marrying TLW has been an adventure and a joy she has pizza every Friday night and makes a great sauce, what else do need from an Irishman? I have beautiful children, each gives me the joy to follow their lives, half-Irish and I hear the Irish – Italian combination yields beautiful children.

Every year I make her Irish soda bread, corned beef, and cabbage and have a few beers, usually, Guinness Stout, to round out the occasion, both in the corned beef and my glass. This year I made a new recipe for Irish soda bread and one for her corned beef and cabbage. Lately, I've been doing it in the pressure cooker, and it comes out great, not bland or tasteless but with a distinctive flavor.

One year I made her colcannon, a potato and kale or parsley mixture in place of boiled potatoes and Lamb chops, the real traditional St Paddy Day dish of Ireland! TLW seemed to miss her comfort food, so the new tradition is not to make it anymore.

Well, from an Italian I wish you Happy St. Patrick's Day! Monday is St. Joseph's Day.

Friday, March 16, 2018


Yesterday I visited someone in a hospital who I know for over 20 years. She is a lady in her 70’s who shares a home with my daughter for people with physical and intellectual disabilities. She doesn’t speak and is in part, physically deformed from a disease she has that causes her lungs to not function well.

As I entered her room, a cast of grey somber sadness permeated the room, as she lay there unconscious and clinging on to life, her life. It is the only thing she knows how to do well, the only thing she taught herself and will repeat her lessons on and off for the rest of her life.

When she is ‘well’ she will recognize me as I stop to talk to her while she sits in her wheelchair, reaching for me with her twisted deformed body, eying me and saying with her eyes, please don’t go away, I love the attention, I need you to help me feel human and recognized. I make it a point to take my hat off if I’m wearing one and not sound like I am talking down to her. I like giving her respect as a human being as opposed to talking to a say, a rapist.

Her head sits at an angle that was somewhat contorted and her tongue, as always is hanging out of her mouth due to her condition. The question now governing my mind is how comfortable she is and when will this suffering end. As her legal guardian and co-chair of the guardianship committee for the agency I volunteer for, we oversee her life and in the end, her death. It weighs heavily on my mind and I know the decision will be final, one that she will not participate in. How sad.

Her life is slowly ebbing away and she is unaware of that fact. The doctors speak with a finality in tone and clinical expressions that do not comfort or sooth the heart or soul.

She will leave this World quietly and without fanfare, she will not be noticed after a while and forgotten probably sooner. However that may be, I will carry this sadness with me as I go on to help others, including my daughter, seek some dignity and value from this World.

We all have to leave someday, there is no doubt about that, but we may have the comfort of someone holding our hand as we say goodbye and cross into the unknown. This woman will probably not have that unless someone calls me to hurry and come down. I hope so I don’t want her to die alone.

Thursday, March 15, 2018


For years I have been looking at the World through the same eyes. I see things both in real-time and in my mind, sometimes vividly. The reds are still red and the blues are still blue. Beautiful people still strike me as beautiful, and in fact to some degree, the superficiality of looks has been tempered with age over time.

I cannot separate what something looked like to me at 20 compared to 40-years of age. A beautiful woman is still a beautiful woman to me at any age, and the older ladies are as beautiful as they were when they were younger, only with more substance. Children still play and laugh and sing, maybe not the way I did as a child, but still they do what children do.

But a funny thing is happening, as I arise every morning with these same eyes, looking into the mirror, someone else is standing there! Who is that? Why is he standing there and where am I? Is it one of my wife’s brothers I never met after almost 47 years of marriage, or is that my father?

I see people in the gym and they struggle to workout, and I think, I can do that, just don’t. Any 70+ old man who sucks in his stomach every time he sees a beautiful young lady pass by, maybe even smiles at him, is obviously in a delusionary world, one without a time line available.

In my eyes the World is changing very rapidly and the inner youngster in my mind is living in panic thinking what he will do about it in 20 years! He sees tomorrow without thinking about getting by today.

If I go back to a place where I spent time many years ago, the place now seems smaller, maybe with a patina I never noticed before, so in essence, my eyes are better?

I see people from my high school days, some I recognized from those sweet old days and even though they changed, they seem to assume a physical resemblance that makes me think: Gee they haven’t changed at all!

I guess getting older is for fools. We are all in the same boat and not need to worry about aging, just being graceful while we do it, with each other and ourselves.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018


I am currently writing and designing a book along with the storyteller that gives the reader a little glimpse into life in the late 1940's and early 1950's in Brooklyn NY about a nine-year-old boy playing on the streets.

The story centers on a six-month period from early summer until New Year's Day. The people included in this story are friends from the streets, and family, mostly immediate members of the household.

There is one aspect of the story that touches me deeply and that is the young boy's older sister. It takes me back to those days when Mom and Dad relied on my older sister for everything, from chores to traveling to shopping, and she was just a child, a few years older than me.

All too often she was responsible for me, going and coming home from school, it was her that was there for my first day of kindergarten, making sure that I got cookies and milk for the day, and that I safely got to my classroom.

As a child, I recall my very first snowstorm, a rather nasty one that closed down transportation and the city for a few days. The snow had fallen and it was piled up on the sidewalks on top of the cars parked along the curb, unable to get out due to the plowing that was done to seal in all the cars.

I recall all the kids being outdoors playing in the snow and my sister brought me down with a large serving spoon because we didn't have any toys for the storm, her helping me up onto the pile of snow and my digging into it.

But she was always there, shopping for Olympia's Gift Shop and buying things like cartons of cigarettes and candy, going onto the subway to purchase these items and she might have been maybe 10 or 11 years old.

She taught me how to dance and how to drive, and as the years went by we grew close, we withstood family crisis and dealt with it together, and she had a protective hand always before my eyes.

Writing this book and telling the story of Pepino and his older sister has been an adventure and reminder of what life was like as a child with the benefits of an older sister.

Monday, March 12, 2018


Way back in 1988, when things were still simple in the political world compared to today, there was an unctuous and slimy politician as they can come. He remade himself into another image, one that was revered and missed. He tried to fool the American public because he wanted something, to be the President of the United States, just as his inspiration was, John F. Kennedy. Combing his hair, posturing and speaking like Kennedy. He even changed his name to create an effect and had all the ingredients of a usual politician, dishonest and scheming.

Garry Hart, aka Hartpence, was on his way to be president if he could convince the American public to accept that fact. He almost got away with it. As a US Senator, he had support from his constituency and they believed.

Then one day a little monkey business occurred and Senator Hart(pence)  was in the center of it all, cheating on his wife. He lost all hope of ever being president because the public would not have it. America would not demean the office of POTUS, would not go so low as to reward this cheater the highest office.

Now as we scan the horizon, we have a new set of rules, a new set of moral standards that we need not care about or boast of. A minority has been able to successfully do what the moral majority could not prevent, elect a man with such low ideals, a man without a moral compass, and a man who has more ex-wives than people who attended his inauguration! His supporters managed to get a shovel to dig deeper and lower than we ever have gone before and in the process lowered the high ideals of the leader of the Free World we used to cherish.

This man who calls himself President of the United States has demeaned his office and family, his mindset, that of a child and comes with his childish antics. But most of all, he has demeaned his Country: the one he swore to protect, defend, and serve.

When I see him hold a press conference, I cringe at his childish name calling, acting and parading in front of millions of people, yet he has a crowd behind him, cheering and urging him on, a crowd with no sense of what is respectable or decent.

This is the action of a pre-adolescent, pre-pubic child, one we need to send to his room without recognizable respect. In other words: kick him out on his stupid ass.

Sunday, March 11, 2018


It seems that the winter season has had its ups and downs. We went into it with a less than frozen attitude and that turned in a hurry into to deep freeze. By the time the end of February came it started to feel like spring, fooling both young and old alike into false hope. Then out of nowhere, we are facing our third Nor‘easter in a few weeks!

Every once in a while you get a cold, a respiratory infection that you can't really treat but buy all the help you can get with medicine that really only mask the symptoms, and the cold will last for weeks, never going away. You think: What do I have to do to rid myself of this cold?

Colds are just like the weather. You get to a cold season and hope that when you come down with a cold that it will only last for a week, there is nothing you can do about it.

This past flu season was particularly damaging, causing deaths of young children, I think over the past flu season the flu has killed more children and bringing the toll to 114 children this season, but experts say it's finally abating, thankfully, according to USA Today!

One would think that after all these years that we would have a universal flu shot developed in plenty of supply, but it doesn't work that way, each flu season is unique. The ambiguity of it all just points out how far we have yet to go.

Saturday, March 10, 2018


I live and die on the computer. I am helping to write a book and also designing what it will look like. All on both my laptop and desktop. The beauty of the cloud is I can write anywhere with my laptop and feed my desktop.

Then something happens without reason. The laptop dies, just like that and suddenly my whole world dies and falls apart. I lose my Facebook account because I don't recall my password, Facebook shuts it down because I tried too many times to sign in to it and then tried to establish another account and tried to re-connect with the old friends I had, and someone must have complained that I was hacked!

So, out I go to spend money on a new computer that I am having trouble liking. It seems to e that the Mac was a great operating system and file management was easy, now in their quest to make it easier, they've made it harder.

Writing has become a passion for me; I like to write as much a possible about all kinds of things to express myself. Things that I wrote years ago I re-read and discover I liked hat I read and can't believe that I wrote it, and that is a wonderful and fulfilling feeling.

Having no laptop for a week was deadly to my sense of peace and relaxation, without it I might as well stay in bed all day. I tried to use my I-pad to some extent, but without the use of a real keyboard, it is not good enough to make me feel comfortable.

This piece is the first thing written on my new laptop and feels strange after a week even the keyboard feels strange. I hope this is the beginning of the continuation I had going and will build on it.

Friday, March 02, 2018


You call it something else.

OK, what am I talking about?

Recently I got the news that my diabetes is getting out of control. Diet, exercise, and determination don't seem to work anymore. It seems like something is happening that I can't explain. I was just taking oral insulin and now I take a needle along with all the pills.

So, I decided that it was time to dig a little deeper and get really crazy with the food and drink. No more manhattans for cocktails, absolutely no sugar drinks or things of that nature, and plain desserts that don't have high sugar content.

I adopted a cookbook for diabetics and selected some recipes that my wife would like as well. I am not dragging her down with me to eat diabetic and ruining her life. We found one for meatloaf, so, we tried it.

The meatloaf was OK, and if you add hot sauce it is much better, yet so is the grade of indigestion you get, heartburn gripping our chests as both my wife and I had it that whole night and into late morning. This little fact does not deter me from using the cookbook one more time. This time we are making a Mediterranean Seafood with Pasta dish.

So, I look at the recipe and discover they may have moved the Mediterranean Sea up near Norway. Looking over the recipe, I see something missing! This recipe is supposed ‘Mediterranean' fish dinner with pasta, where is the garlic, where are the anchovy and red pepper flakes? There is carrot, onion, celery and both red and green peppers, but NO garlic?

Who created this recipe, Eric the Norseman? Neither Garlic or anchovy or even red pepper flakes will give you diabetes, so it's all going in.

Thursday, March 01, 2018


Do you recall if you are over 65 a show called: WHO DO YOU TRUST?

The show aired back in the 60's and it was fun to watch. Johnny Carson was one of the hosts and it made him a household name.

We now have another household name, Donald Trump.

Donald Trump when he took office, lied first about the size of the inaugural crowd and hasn't stopped lying since. His staff, twenty of Donald Trump's White House staff and advisors have been fired or resigned since last night, Hope Hicks being the last.

So many of his staff are already indicted by the U.S. Attorney's Office and Robert Mueller.

Thank God for a Robert Mueller! Even in Trump's own family, they are losing their security clearance and by the way, what the Hell are they doing involved in foreign policy, and the fate of my country?

Trump wails against what he calls "Fake News!" Yet time and again he lies to both his party and his supporters while attacking the media for fake news.

The Administration is dysfunctional and unraveling quickly, loss of respect from our allies, his own base starting to wither away and the trust of the American people all but gone and certainly suspecting what he says, so who do we trust?

I think it is time for Mr. Trump to head back to Trump Tower and find a closet and hide until 2021.