Long Island

mitt and keef at captree

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Mitt and Mabel, along with their best friends Keef and Harriet, sauntered off one Saturday morning to their favorite park at Captree. They always went there whenever they needed a break from their hectic Lindenhurst schedules.

“Just think,” proclaimed Keef. “For the next twelve full hours, we don’t have to think about jobs or chores.”

Having grown up together, they had plenty to talk about. They rode their bicycles, danced a while and had a few laughs. Soon, though, it started to rain upon their idyllic moment. Even the rain was seen as an advantage, another shared memory.

day becomes night

Gwendolyn and Cecily have worked at the Acme Corporation, on Wellwood Avenue in Lindenhurst, for fifteen years.    By now it’s quite a significant part of their lives and legends.   They’ve always quite seriously enjoyed their lunch hour there.   Each day, during this most important break, the inseparable friends are in the habit of taking a brief walk, only a few hundred yards, down Wellwood Avenue, to Fireman’s Park, so they can enjoy all the colorful characters who go back and forth between there and the Long Island Railroad Station on Hoffman Avenue.     Last Monday, though, was quite an exceptionally distinctive change of pace for the friends.    After an otherwise entirely typical morning, with all its droll mundane responsibilities, the pair punched out and got ready to go outside for a while.   They took the brief walk down the corridor that leads to the main entrance, and got quite a jolt upon peering through the glass doors.     It was as dark as night when they headed out on their lunch break.    Neither of them could quite even so much as try to comprehend what was going on.     What made it even weirder and scarier was that no one else seemed to mind, or even to notice.    It was as if the whole thing had been planned in advance, and they must have been the only ones never to have read the memo.    They asked a few passers by about it but all seemed genuinely dumbfounded that anyone could possibly, for one second, have suspected that anything was other than perfectly normal.     All throughout the time they spent outside they felt mind bogglingly uncomfortable and self conscious but attempted to maintain their composure for fear that any further distinctive comments or body language would inevitably attract unwelcome attention and trouble.     Resigned eventually to the strange fantasyland they appeared to have wandered into, they simply accepted their lot and made the best of it.     After their lunch hour was over they simply wandered back to their office and never even bothered to bring it up with anyone else, occasionally giving each other winks and nudges in acknowledgement of the fact that they were the only ones who had any idea that anything had even happened in the first place.

http://todaysauthor.wordpress.com/category/writing-prompts/write-now/

a most colorful fellow

Guadalupe (Lupita) Martinez was a young, lovely resident of Lindenhurst, N.Y., and an employee of the Acme Corporation on Wellwood Avenue in the middle of her Long Island village.    With all her beauty, elegance, grace, intelligence, sophistication and education though, she thought it quite difficult to find a decent man.   One day, her two best friends, Jenny Randy and Sharon Ferdinand, sick and tired of her non stop whining about her supposed impending spinsterhood,  presumed to take it upon themselves to fix her up with a real gentleman.    After having asked several other friends for help, they managed to end up with Sharon’s cousin Reginald who, they’d hoped, would strike her as at least an interesting decent guy.    As it turns out, though, Reginald was a bit of a character, to put it as politely as possible.    Having just broken up with his girlfriend, Rachel, he was more than somewhat prone toward irrational tendencies.   His emotions overtook him so that he soon fancied himself a long-lost member of ancient Irish royalty.      Lupita, though, having known nothing of his weird ways, never suspected anything when she took her friends up on their offer.     At 8:00 on Friday night, she showed up, as agreed, at Katie Daly’s on Merrick Road in Massapequa, politely awaiting the arrival of her suitor.    She thought it was going to be a typical blind date until she noticed his bodyguards.     It turns out that he had really started to go entirely overboard with his latest fantasy.    There he stood, all prim and proper, before her, in what he assumed was traditional ancient Irish garb.     The poor fellow spent the entire night regaling her with stories of the spurious adventures of long-ago druids and other mythological characters, each of whom existed only in his hyperactive imagination.   He drove Lupita crazy but she didn’t have the nerve to risk hurting his feelings.     She felt awfully bad about how nasty a time she was having.       After it was all over she went home, relieved to be free of him.   The next day, when she got in touch with her friends, Sharon told her: “At least it’s only a once in a lifetime occurrence”.    “You can count on an absolute guarantee of that!”, snapped Guadalupe.      

 

 

 

 

 

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my totally enchanting voice and appearance

 

 

 

Over the course of my lifetime I’ve gotten many compliments about my speaking voice.   I’ve often been told that it’s quite distinctive.   Once I’ve spoken to someone on the phone at least once he always recognizes my voice, from then on, whenever I call him.   Over the course of the past two decades, I’ve always been a lector at the churches I’ve attended.     My looks are not necessarily to everyone’s liking but I’ve gotten some compliments about them.    It’s hard to say whether I’m forced to cringe more because of a video recording of me, or a recording of my voice.      I should have to say, though, that my voice has such a distinctive quality about it that it always leaves me quite seriously taken aback.    Unfortunately I haven’t been able to find a video of me that would a representative example of my appearance.    You can, however, very easily see my profile picture on my blog.    I have a youtube video, though, that demonstrates quite clearly the offbeat nasal timbre of my speech.      Ever since I was a kid, during the days of reel to reel and cassette tape recorders, I’ve always noticed that my voice has a one of a kind property to it.    My parents were both from northeastern Pennsylvania and I was raised in Queens and on Long Island.    Because of that, especially in my young days, I had an accent that was a combination of both places.   As far as I can see my speech and appearance are like an underground cult movie or musical group.   Not everyone can figure them out but there are people who find them quite exceptionally hep.

 

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/cant-stand-me/

http://underthemonkeytree.com/2014/07/10/equally-bearable/

http://georgeandnigel.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/the-daily-post-cant-stand-me/

http://deanbowman.co/2014/07/10/asphalt-dream/

the wallsteadter’s big weekend

Harvey and Shirley Wallsteadter, and their kids, really wanted to go to his family’s annual picnic on the Memorial Day weekend.    Each year they make sure they pinch all their pennies, foregoing all luxuries, howsoever slight or trivial,  so they can afford this one big annual trip.    It’s the only time they get to see all his relatives together so it’s the absolute highlight of eveyone’s year.

The big day finally arrived.     They made the three hundred mile drive to Hecksher State Park in East Islip, on the south shore of  Long Island.     Unfortunately they’re only allowed to get the park for one day each year.   If the weather isn’t good enough on the appointed day, there’s no second chance.  All the relatives gathered together in their favorite spot very early in the morning so the could set up all the picnic tables.

Finally it was noon and everyone wanted a nice hearty lunch.    The people on k.p. duty  set the tables so nicely.    Just as they were about to put all the food upon them,  cousin Elmer noticed some terrifyingly black and grey clouds upon the horizon.   Aunt Flo Pauline’s complexion blanched entirely.    There were people there from all over the country and they couldn’t afford to make any changes.

 Of course, being the industrious bunch that they’ve always been they managed to figure something out quite soon.   First and foremost they made sure they all shut their car windows.   Cousin Leroy reminded them that they could always go to the gift shop, buy an umbrella for each of them, and spend the day shopping in all the gift shops and enjoying all the other indoor attractions.      Conveniently, since they always spend the entire weekend together each year, the food wouldn’t be wasted.    They’d just have to make sure they took it all over to their hotel rooms.

 

In a way it was all so depressing because they were forced to miss out on the single most significant part of the entire weekend.     Nothing’s ever struck them as so enjoyable as the picnic.    In spite of all the initial frustration and resentment, Harvey and Shirley, along with all the others, got quite a kick out of their bad break.

 

 

 

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the week in review

The past week has been very good but quite uneventful.    I see absolutely no reason whatsoever to be even the least bit afraid to relive it, but there’s no reason to be insatiably interested in going back to it either.   I’m simply enjoying all the nice summer heat.    I only got a slight headache one day so I could most certainly do without that.    Bridget and Sam are constantly playing music full blast unfortunately on their stereos, and he even plays his guitar too loud.   That’s always a major problem during the course of any week around here anyway.    Perhaps I should have gone to the beach, right down the street, a bit more frequently.   Sam said that he’ll never been able to get over the fact that I’ve lived so close to water-Long Island’s canals and South Bay, and the Susquehanna River in northeastern Pennsylvania-ever since I was  twelve years old and I haven’t been absolutely constantly at the beach.    I’m most certainly quite happy, of course, that the past week has brought with it no major trouble for me.    The minor annoyances have been harmless and I haven’t been in any trouble.    I’ve been trying yet again to figure out James Joyce’s “Ulysses” because Bloomsday was a few days ago.     Although I should really like to see many weeks that are quite similar to this past week, there’s absolutely no reason whatsoever to zero in on this one specifically.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/groundhog-week/

http://underthemonkeytree.com/2014/06/24/daily-prompt-groundhog-week/

http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/06/24/reliving-time/

http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/06/24/just-one-more-night/

i see the voice of rage and ruin

For a very long time I have always had quite a seriously nasty problem with unresolved anger and impatience.   In the sense that I’ve extremely often been treated entirely nightmarishly unfairly by precisely the very people whose trust I should have had the most significant right to count on,   I’m no different than anyone else.    To my chagrin, though,   I tend frequently to get excessively angry.    Somehow my ire has never come out in any overly drastic way.    I have always had quite an extremely seriously nasty problem with hypersensitivity to noise.   Over the years I’ve frequently told the story of the time I worked in the Sales Processing department at Citicorp Retail Services on Long Island.    There was a department right next to ours where the people there absolutely constantly yelled and, for some insane reason, laughed incessantly without its serving any known purpose whatsoever.   My notoriously bitter anger and resentment, combined with utter impatience, really seethed entirely out of control.     Ultimately I should like to think that I can be considered quite an exceptionally good natured, jolly good fellow in general but when my much nastier character defects start kicking into gear, watch out, bucko!    I very much like to think that I’ve always given each individual each and every single possible opportunity to treat me with a sufficient minimum degree of respect, and that I’ve always done quite a sufficiently reasonably good job of humoring everyone about all his quirks and attitude problems.    There’s that nasty side of me, though, a sort of evil alter ego, that keeps bouncing around somewhere inside me.    Under most circumstances I can be counted on to be quite an eminently lovable neurotic.   The very good news is that anger and impatience are like fear, ambition, envy and other character traits in the sense that if they aren’t acted upon they don’t count.    If someone doesn’t take advantage of a character strength of his, he doesn’t get credit.    If he doesn’t succumb to a weakness, he doesn’t get any blame.    That’s why I try quite hard not to act very much on my anger.

 

 

 

 

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http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/true-strength/

http://sincerelyherz.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/envy-an-original-poem/

http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/my-unsafe-container/

http://jitterygt.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/11752/

 

http://journey2dfuture.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/daily-prompt-day2-unsafe-containers/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it’s a sunshine life for me

For as far  back as I can remember I’ve always quite thoroughly enjoyed only warm  weather.    There’s most certainly something quite exceptionally enchanting about the early days of autumn too though, with all the colorful changes in temperature and the colors of the leaves.   Even autumn, though, especially Thanksgiving in North Tonawanda, New York, can be pure torture if it’s cold.   Unfortunately I honestly believe that I have quite an extremely nasty time coping with cold weather, especially when there’s precipitation along with it.   Throughout my lifetime I’ve always lived in either Queens, Long Island or northeastern Pennsylvania.    In each of these places winter is quite notorious for being nightmarishly long and bitter cold with a significant amount of rain, ice and snow.   Especially when all that endless weather trouble is combined with an early sunset, it drives me inevitably to extreme frustration.   Because of my always having been such a bookworm, and a literature major, I tend spontaneously to see things in terms of symbolism.     All that cold, dampness and darkness invariably remind me of unbearable desperation and desolation.    It’s the perfect symbol of pain, unhappiness and evil in general.   The dreary appearance and mood, combined with horrible road and traffic conditions, and the lack of foliage on deciduous plants, always get me frustrated and resentful.    As I’ve quite frequently said before, by the time March gets here, I simply can’t even try to wait any longer for nice weather.    I’ve often referred to my nasty reaction to March’s tendency to hold back on the warmth and other nice weather conditions that are supposed to accompany the arrival of spring.   That’s a lot like what life in general is like.    Evil and pain never like to let go.   Bad habits have a nasty tendency to remain.    In the vocabulary of philosophy, the concept of time is divided into time and duration.    Objective time is always the same but the way people react to it in a subjective sense, its duration, is what varies.    March always takes the same relatively short length of time each year, the same as many other months, but its association with spring’s nice warm weather

, combined with its tendency to keep on torturing and tormenting us with bitter cold  and precipitation, always drags me down.   It appears absolutely never to end.   Besides all the increased risk to people’s physical health and safety it’s an unbearable strain on the emotions and nerves too.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/climate-control/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/05/24/mr-fall/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/warrior/

http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/climate-controlling-me/

http://byrnesbeth.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/heat-waive/

http://turboblaze09.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/climate-and-my-mood-nah/

bookworm

If there’s one thing in this world that I’ve been smitten with permanently, from the very first second, it’s  book stores.    For as long as I can remember I’ve always been quite a compulsive bookworm.   I can’t remember my very first specific trip to a book store but I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed that environment.  borders1When I was still living in Lindenhurst, I frequently went to the Barnes and Noble at one of the local shopping centers on Sunrise Highway in Massapequa, and the Borders at a shopping center on Route 11o in Farmingdale.    Then when I lived in Wyoming, I spent a lot of time at one of the Barnes and Nobles in Wilkes Barre too.    The one in the Hub was much easier to get to than the one on Main Street.    I ended up absolutely desperately needing a discount card for each store because of my having always compulsively bought books there.   Unfortunately Borders went bankrupt and closed down a few years ago.   I’ve always considered it the best of book stores.   It’s especially nice to know that each book stores now has a little concession stand in it where a customer can relax and get coffee or something to eat.   The only catch is that they always seem to be Starbucks, a company I’ve never liked.     For quite a while at the Wilkes Barre Barnes and Noble I went there, usually on Sundays, to check out their video department so I can get some interesting DVD’s.     Besides that, though, I made sure I also got very many books.   Having majored in literature, in college, I really like to make sure I pay very close attention when I go to a book store, in order to try to find any really interesting things to read.   It’s hard to find obscure things in just any book store, even the very best of them.   Borders always seemed to have the best selection of obscure reading material.    One weekend, a few months ago, Mary Anne, Steve and I spent a  couple of days in Manhattan.   On the first day Mary Anne and Joel were at a meeting for quite a while.   In order to keep busy I went to the nearby Barnes and Noble that’s affiliated with New York University.   Because it’s a college book store I was quite favorably impressed with their selection.   If I ever lived closer to there, I’d be at that store constantly.    I’m also on the mailing lists of a few Catholic book publishers.   That’s another way for me to keep aware of all sorts of obscure writers.   Because of my educational discipline, and my interest in Catholicism and western culture, I have all sorts of interests and always try to find the collected works of quite a wide varieties of authors.   It’s hard to track them down, though, in the average book store.   Lately I often read things online.    Right now I’m  re reading Jane Austen’s “Mansfield Park” on a literature site.    In a way it’s just as good as reading a real book but it’s just not the same.   There’s nothing so interesting as being able to visit a real book store and to buy a real book.

http://cxianliu.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/taipei-a-mesmerizing-city/

http://itsmatthewburgos.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/notebook-or-journal-daily-prompt/

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/first-sight/

http://vnaimages.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/daily-prompt-first-sight-the-mallard-duck/

http://criticaldispatches.com/2013/10/18/disturbing-moments-in-animated-cartoon-history/

http://ambitiousdrifter.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/daily-prompt-cats-connect/

new york and pennsylvania

I was born in northeastern Pennsylvania and have lived in New York for most of my lifetime, with the exception of my first three and a half years, and for seven and a half of the past eight years.   During that time I lived in northeastern Pennsylvania.    If I were ever to be forced to pick only two places between which to split all my time I should have to pick Long Beach, New York, where I live right now, and the surrounding region of  Long Island, as one of them.    The other would be northeastern Pennsylvania.nypaSince I have spent so very  much time in each of these places, and have always felt so very comfortable in them both, it would be  an ideal arrangement for me.  Long Beach is only about an hour’s train ride, on the Long Island Railroad,  from Manhattan and the other boroughs of New York City.    I could do quite a lot of sightseeing there.   My recent trips to Manhattan were exceptionally interesting.    Eventually I really want to get into the habit of going to Queens every once in a while so I can feel really comfortable with the trip in case I ever have a chance to visit my old neighborhood in Jackson Heights and to go to a St. Gabriel’s reunion in East Elmhurst.    It’s also very close to Suffolk County.    While I’m here I can have a nice time visiting my cousins in eastern Nassau County and Suffolk County.   By staying here I can have a really easy  time getting to Lindenhurst to visit my old neighborhood there, and to West Islip for reunions at St. John the Baptist.    In the immediate vicinity of Long Beach, there’s a nice self-contained world, with a business district, a beach and really nice neighborhoods.

Besides Long Beach I should really like to spend the rest of my time in northeastern Pennsylvania.     I’ve only lived there for around seven and a half years as an adult but I’m quite accustomed to it because, since my parents were both from there,  I’ve been visiting it throughout all my lifetime.    It took me quite a while to get accustomed to driving through the steep Poconos but the scenery is perfect.    The Susquehanna River is quite an impressive sight.   Aunt Lauren, and Michelle and her family, live in Harding and Dallas so I can visit them frequently.     Krissy Krissy Krissy and her family live only around an hour away so I can visit them sometimes too.    There are a lot of nice places to see and things to do on a significantly smaller scale than New York.    There are no significant cosmopolitan hot spots there but they have concerts I can attend.   One day seven years ago my cousin Gino and I went to a Meat Loaf concert at the Toyota Pavilion at Montage Mountain in Scranton.   They even have Jitty Joe’s Ice Cream in nearby Moosic too.   If I were ever forcibly restricted to only two places in the world , I could honestly say that I could count on being my happiest in those two.

 

 

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/05/04/a-dream-in-desert/

http://knowledgeaddiction.wordpress.com/2014/05/05/a-tale-of-two-cities/

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/a-tale-of-two-cities/