Comments Apology and Thanks



I want to Thank All My Readers in Advance for their Comments.  The comments for this blog Do Not come to my email so it may take weeks for me to read and acknowledge them.  I programmed the Comments to stay in the Que because my life is so hectic and busy with the job there is no way that I can respond to anything in a timely manner. Working in a museum the Holidays are HellaDays.

The museum gets thousands of visitors. It is a blackout period for the staff so almost No days off.  Yes Christmas time might be celebration for some but as for me I’m glad it’s all over. I’m not a Christmas person. I don’t celebrate and people tend to be extremely nasty and rude during that time.  It’s like working in a Pressure Cooker.  Headaches, Stomach aches, pain = Christmas.  The last time I went to the doctor my blood pressure had rocketed skyward.  Why?  End year Holidays.

Ask anyone who works in a Customer Service position. Actually I’m sure the people in retail, department stores, transit and other fields experience that same Christmas dread. Hopefully this will be my last Holiday season and next season I will be retired. Then I can truly ignore Christmas completely and my life won’t be so screwed up. For me Christmas is like being thrown into a fiery pit with no escape.

The only thing end of year holidays due for me is to raise my blood pressure from all the stress! December is an entire month of making believe you’re happy when you’re not. Relief comes after Jan. 7th!

This blog and my writing in general is a Love/Hate relationship. How people make time to write books I’ll never understand.  Any book that I publish will most likely be a Photography book. Many times I just want to dump both the blog and the writing. That’s part of the reason I stopped and focused more on my photography.  Writing can be stressful and cathartic all at the same time.  In the future I’ll be taking more time away from this blog.  Sometimes you just need to walk away from things when they become too difficult.

Honestly I get more personal pleasure from photography than writing.  No matter how tired and exhausted work leaves me photography always rejuvenates me whereas writing requires a lot of planning and thought.  With a job like mine my brain is mush by the end of the workweek and I’m so tired and physically exhausted all I want to do is sleep.  Basically I just want to veg out and watch YouTube or Netflix. In fact I spend most weekends in bed especially now with this brutal freezing winter cold.

Eventually I do read all the comments.  However I do want you to know that I appreciate your feedback.  Sorry for the Universal response. I’d like to give each and every comment a personal response but at this time it is impossible.  Thanks for understanding.

Decorated or Defiled


Decorated or Defiled

An Old Year Happily Discarded

Slate fresh clean Brand New


Last year’s implosion old news

Broken, Battered and Beat Up 2017 has left the building


And We Danced. And We Danced. And We Danced. Until the Dream was over.

What we run away from is what may save us


That being Moxie and Mystery


Tapestry pulled into the murky underbelly of a concussion

Pain, sorrow and death are are bosom buddies  Boon companions following your every step.  I kissed a rose and bled deeply and profusely through the thorns.

Muddy Murdered Mannequins being dragged though slimy red clay

Bashed in heads semi-attached to conflicted torsos. Splattered blood pointillism across the magic carpets

There is a bird inside me pecking out my innards screeching release.




2018 is filled with Amplified Astronomical Moxie



“Absorb what is useful and discard what is useless.” ~ Bruce Lee













































Share Your World – April 17, 2017


Share Your World – April 17, 2017

Share Your World – April 17, 2017


When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?

Probably pencil since it has an eraser but due to past carpal tunnel syndrome and arthritis my handwriting is illegible. My handwriting could be the but of those doctor handwriting jokes. Back when doctors used to write paper prescriptions. In New York doctors usually no longer write paper prescriptions as per a New York State Law requiring all prescriptions to be submitted directly to the patients pharmacy via computer.

Would you rather be an amazing dancer or an amazing singer?

Dancer. I admire the Nicholas Brothers, Gregory Hines and Savion Glover.







If you were on a debate team, what subject would you relish debating?

That’s a difficult question to answer. I used to be good at public speaking because it was a requirement of my previous job. Now you could not get me up on a podium unless you paid me $1 Million dollars. Nerves, anxiety and panic attacks would have me running off the stage, then again that would make a good topic, “Why I suck at public speaking.”

The only other subject I could discuss without appearing to be a complete idiot or fool would be on the subject of Autism, my relationship with my brother Stephen and Why Adult Siblings of Autistic Adults Matter.  Autism programs, services and organizations only cater to parents and once the parents are deceased and the individual with Autism is an Adult you are forgotten as well as the needs of Adult Siblings which are not addressed.  There is a serious Lack of Support Services for Adult Siblings trying to take of their developmentally disabled siblings.  My Life is a constant Struggle.

What are you a “natural” at doing?

Writing and photography.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Warm weather. Looking forward to my vacation next month and summer.






Share Your World – 2016 Week 31


Share Your World – 2016 Week 31

Share Your World – 2016 Week 31


With your answers, please remember we are in the SYW world which may not always match our reality.

080116clownWhat is your favorite part of the town/city you live in.  And what Country do you live?

I Love New York City. The energy!! The Vibe! Not always the weather but I Love New York for the diversity and variety of activities. Many of these activities are FREE!! NYC has many services for the poor, disabled and needy. Also the availability of transportation. Pretty much the buses and subways run 24/7/365. I don’t drive anymore because of my eyesight. If I Lived in the country I’d be stuck in the house because I’d have to wait on somebody to take me out. So Boring.

Country: U.S.A.

Would you rather wear clown shoes every day or a clown wig every day?

Wig. My walking is labored because of arthritis so if I had to wear Clown Shoes I’d be tripping and falling constantly.

Minnie the Clown
Minnie the Clown

Which way does the toilet paper roll go? Over or under?


What do you do to make a living or during the day?  If you are retired what mostly occupies your day? Or if you are a student what are you studying?

I’m a writer/photographer who during the day masquerades as a museum security guard. Looking forward to retiring in Autumn 2018!!

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

The ability to Blog. I’ve been sick for at least the last few weekends and two days last week but at least I was able to Blog. I look forward to getting better. Hopefully.


The Clown Shoes are from Cee’s Blog!



All Gone Wrong


The driverless truck is coming, and it’s going to automate millions of jobs

All Gone Wrong! All Gone Wrong!! My twin brother Brian would squawk that phrase all day long after the accident.  No Thanks to a traumatic brain injury Brian’s broken brain was forever stuck somewhere between ages eight and nine sometimes regressing to three or four on exceptionally bad days. Bryce hated seeing him like that on his visits to Sunnybrook Acres Restorative Brain Rehabilitative Brain Center where no restoration or rehabilitation every took place. Like Robby the Robot from the old-time TV program “Lost in Space” auto warnings of “Danger Will Robinson!” And now things would go wrong and there would be danger.

Bryce stopped his meditations on Brian to concentrate on the task at hand. Vengeance. Retribution for a Twin gone wrong.  The movies “Speed” and “Taking of the Pelham 1-2-3” had deposited unholy seeds inside his mentally twisted brain, seeds which took root and spawned a new way to spread real life horror.

Bryce sat inside the Command Center his attention riveted to the blinking lights, dials and buttons on the Control Panel. Having sequestered himself in a high security area of the Command Center he checked and adjusted the coordinates of each convoy of Driver-less Trucks approaching various metro areas.

In the background his iPod churned out the sweet refrains of Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You could read my mind Love…..”  He liked Gordon Lightfoot’s easy listening music. Something you could tap your toes to and still concentrate on the task at hand. Soothing.

Gordon Lightfoot – If You Could Read My Mind (’74)


The convoy of Self-driving trucks drove mindlessly past required weigh stations, through Closed Bridge Tolls and one by one down into the midnight watery abyss as the bridge had washed out hours ago and frantic dispatchers were unable to reprogram any of the maniacally rapidly reproducing rogue trucks. If the situation wasn’t so dire it could have been funny with internal wishes for the days of “Breaker. Breaker One. Nine.”  Over now ancient outdated relics once known as C.B. radios.

Bryce from his locked perch at the Master Control Center smiled as he calmly bit into a ham and cheese sandwich smothered with mayo washed down with gulps of diet soda silently rejoicing over how easy it had been to rigged the undercarriage of these self-driving 18 wheelers with explosives set to detonate at gas stations, nuclear reactor plants, on bridges, inside city tunnels and as they barreled through densely populated metro areas.

In his mind he could hear the explosions, cries for help, dead bodies and disembodied limbs strewn everywhere and he could mentally envision the devastation as truck convey carried out it’s masters wicked plans. One man so quiet, so understated, seemingly so committed to corporations success yet so devious.  When so much hurt, anger, pain, and sadness fester inside the mind one becomes a cesspool cauldron of sadistic schemes to right perceived wrongs.  A singular moment of rage can last a lifetime in it’s efforts to truncate the lives of others.

Trucks that normally carried frozen and/or fresh foods, furniture, auto parts, etc….now carried death and thanks to the efficiency of inter/intra state highway systems which made it easier to spread destruction across the nation.

The deaths of others meant nothing to him as he had died emotionally, mentally and psychologically those many years ago…. and no amount of counseling, therapy, electrical cerebral cortex stimulation or happy pills could resurrect any signs of peace, purity or innocence if those had actually existed within him in the first place. His was a heart of vulcanized rubber mechanically beating within a dead soul chamber. Dissonant discordant symphonies played over and over again within his thoughts.

Revenge was sweet. Not revenge against that sleep deprived truck driver who so many years ago had changed his family’s dynamic in a way that no amount of their parent’s unlimited dollars could fix but vengeance against those trucking corporate megaliths who were the true perpetrators of injustice. Injustice that changed Brian from an active, dynamic, vivacious child who was now a drooling, adult diaper wearing, rocking idiot who repeated that hopeless refrain “All Gone Wrong” like a broken record stuck in an unforgiving groove with no hope for improvements despite that fact wealthy parents who could purchase the best doctors and medical techniques known to modern science. The tow-headed twins are no more for one now lies broken like Humpty Dumpty. We are he thought a family capsized like a pleasure boat caught inside a sudden unexpected storm.

Volcanic lava heated passions simmering then bubble over unable to be contained by saner whispering angels now drowned out who return to the creator defeated. Injustice that must be punished at all costs!

To Be Continued…………………….