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I lived in Queens until around my twelfth birthday, and I’ve always missed it.  I’ve always been such a square.   Recently I went to the library to hear a speech by Donna Gaines, a Ramones scholar.

 

Throughout the speech, I kept daydreaming about June 8, 1980, when my cousin, his girlfriend, some friends, and I went to a Ramones concert at Great Adventure.

 

 

Donna’s speech was good, but it wasn’t as interesting as being twenty years old, seeing the real Ramones. They were my fellow squares from Queens.

 

 

Please join Froggy, Rochelle, and everyone else, for Friday Fictioneers.

 

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Fight New York’s Abortion Stance

About the Culture of Death in New York.  Please sign this pro~life petition~:New York Pro~Life Petition. We can’t let the Cuomo Administration get away with this.

The Knights Of Columbus : Wordle #122

I’m a member of Monsignor Cass Council  2626 of the Knights Of Columbus in Long Beach, New York.  A ‘council’ is our version of a ‘Branch’.   To my Perturbation, I don’t have a car, so I always either get a ride, or use Lyft, when I go to the meetings.  

 

We have a quorum of thirteen men for each meeting. For the past two meeting nights, there have been too few of us, so we weren’t allowed to Proceed.  Considering that it doesn’t much Please me to go out in this bitter cold weather ( winter possesses absolutely no Attractancy whatsoever for me), it’s a bit of an effort for me to face the nasty nights.   I’m simply not cut out of sturdy Cloth.

 

 

The Knights of Columbus is quite an interesting Place. I’ve been involved with it since May of 1992.  Of the three  councils I’ve been in so far, each has been nice without being fancy. None has any kind of a Courtyard or other impressive features, but each has been a fine environment.  It would be Folly to claim otherwise.  Each council is a Treasure to its community.  I’m happy to say I’ve never wanted to Bolt out the door immediately after the end of a meeting.  I just don’t like it when they keep us Dangling about whether there will be one.

 

 

I haven’t written anything for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie in quite a while, so I wanted to take a chance on it again.  Read all about it at the link, please.

Both A Pedestrian And A Passenger

 

My parents both died in late 2013 and  I took over my father’s car, a then~perfect 2001 Saturn.  It lasted until June of last year, when it fell apart completely on me.  I often think that Maybe it’s not quite the best Decision I’ve ever made, but now I walk absolutely constantly, to anyplace that’s within walking distance.  That includes both St. Mary of the Isle, where I attend Mass regularly, and the local soup kitchen, where I work.  Since I can’t walk everywhere, I now use Lyft for trips to places that are farther away than my feet can handle.

So far, my experiences with Lyft have been quite nice, with only one slight problem.  Last Wednesday night, during a snowstorm I wanted a ride to my Knights of Columbus council.   I got a driver who was an exceptionally talkative young black guy.  He said he was from Brooklyn (his accent was more like Jamaica in the Caribbean), and didn’t know Long Beach well.  I understood, but still wasn’t so crazy about the fact that he drove into oncoming traffic on Long Beach Road.  I was forced to Chide him a little.

On the Bright side, I’ve always been able to count upon quite a Smooth Ride.  I can easily overlook that one minor Trial.  Considering that I first got a license in my late teens, life without a car is quite a new and confusing experience, but I consider it Just one more of many I’ve been through over the years.  Maybe the Tide will turn in the Wormhole that is  my life, and I’ll get another car.  Until then, I can just consider my circumstances to be a metaphorical Tithe I can quite easily and happily pay.

 

 

Hi, it’s been quite a while, for some strange reason, since I last wrote a post for The Sunday Whirl .  Believe it or not, the preceding is a true story.

Sunday Foggy Sunday

wk-94-indistinct  It’s foggy today. On my way to St. Mary’s, I saw only its indistinct shadow in the distance.

 

 

This week, Sammi’s prompt is very brief, requiring each of us to restrict his post to only a mere eighteen words.

Help the Poor In New York City

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Each month we participate with incredible people in a monthly food walk which starts in Little Italy, Manhattan. We are asking all of our people in the five boroughs of New York and surrounding areas to get involved by sharing this post and tagging any restaurants or food businesses (don’t have to be Italian) who would be happy donating warm or cold meals or supplies for this cause. To find out more you are welcomed to DM us. Please Share and TAG us in your posts. This is an opportunity to do something for people who have a lot less. Many blessings to you for taking a moment to share, or comment with a tag. 🙏🏻🙏🏻 

Rest In Peace, Earl the Pearl

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“I’ve just found out that my oldest friend, Earl, has died,” I told Paul. “We were friends in Jackson Heights until we were twelve years old. Then I moved to Lindenhurst.”

 

 

“Even today I can remember his parents’ thick Puerto Rican accents, and how his brother, Junior, used to pick on me.  It just goes to show what happens when someone makes a really lasting impression.  We never got a chance to meet again, in person, after September 11, 1971, though it might as well have been yesterday.”

 

 

I then went to Youtube to listen to Mary Hopkin’s “Those Were the Days”.

 

 

Welcome back to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.  On her site, you can read the rules.  Dale Rogerson has supplied this week’s photo prompt.

Fr. Brian P. Barr’s Anniversary Party

10000000_441047533032365_972567968057655296_nSaturday evening, after 5:00 p.m. Mass at St. Mary of the Isle in Long Beach, New York, was Father Brian Patrick Barr’s big party for the twenty fifth anniversary of his ordination to the priesthood in the Diocese of Rockville Centre. Here is just one of the highlights of the momentous occasion.

John’s and Fran’s Wedding

img_2203I recently went to John’s and Fran’s wedding, where everyone was, like me, Irish and from Queens.

It was an animated night with a wide variety of  loud music, including some songs by the Eagles.

 

 

I was careful about the bar, not wanting to get drunk in the company of their family.

 

 

 

I should suppose I shall have a long wait for the day when I shall be able to keep my anxiety about crowds and noise in check.  Until then, though, I can at least have a good laugh about it. For now I can keep on winning people’s hearts with my distinctive charm.

 

 

 

This is me first attempt at Sunday Whirl . Click the link to find out what it’s all about.  Brenda Warren is in charge.