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Happy ‘Odd Couple’ Day

Famous ‘Odd Couple’ introduction   I’m on a few ‘The Odd Couple’ pages on Facebook. Here’s an example of how I take advantage of my prodigious knowledge of old pop  culture.

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MAJOR TROUBLE FOR CHILDREN

PLANNED PARENTHOOD AND CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE

 

This is a real problem of hidden child sexual abuse in our current culture.  Here is an explanation of how so very much of it happens.

you know my name (look up my number)

My Name Is Larry

  1. My name is Larry. Officially I’m named Lawrence, after my mother’s father, who died in late August of 1959, slightly over two weeks before I was born.  Although I never got a chance to get to know my grandfather, I grew up constantly in touch with my Uncle Larry and my cousin Larry, on my father’s side.  Among my father’s relatives there have even been nine Joseph’s, and a bit too much repetition of other names too. Throughout the years, in order to differentiate from among us Larry’s, I was too often referred to as Little Larry, and even Baby Larry.  My niece and nephews, knowing that my full name is Lawrence, have often asked if I have ever gotten any mileage out of that variation of my name.   I remind them that under official circumstances it frequently comes up, in school, work, and anywhere else that may require me to be a bit formal.  Sister Miriam Therese, of the Sisters of Charity, was my fifth grade teacher at St. Gabriel’s in East Elmhurst. It was in her class that I was first reminded constantly that my name was Lawrence. She was quite strict about each student’s always being addressed and referred to by his first name.  Around the time of my twelfth birthday we moved from Jackson Heights to Lindenhurst. When kids in my new schools, Copiague Junior High School, and then Our Lady of Perpetual Help, asked me what my name was, I took a chance on introducing myself as Lawrence. The Copiague kids stuck with it for around the next three years. Somehow after that it faded away entirely.  In my Catholic school, though, things were a bit different. The first kid I met there was Jerry Antonacci. He asked me my name. I introduced myself as Lawrence. He then asked if he may call me Larry. I said yes and that was the end of it. Unlike certain other names, such as Anthony, David, Michael, and Peter, the name Lawrence simply doesn’t strike people as that interesting as far as always calling somebody by his full name. I see no point in ever bothering to change it. There have been times over the course of my lifetimes when it has struck me as somewhat annoying.  In general, though, it’s quite nice.

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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/

an invasion of sheep

It was expected to be one of the biggest showdowns of the year for little league fans, the annual game between Jackson Heights and Lindenhurst.    The weather that day was perfect and all else went well too.    Somewhere around the beginning of the third inning, though, the people in the bleachers got quite a surprise.    Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a bunch of sheep started showing up.   It was the oddest sight anyone could remember ever having seen in his lifetime.   After only the next half hour the entire stadium was filled with all those ovine nuisances.     Of course no one in his right mind could possibly have even tried to explain where they could have come from.     It wasn’t a typical scene at a little league game.    The youngsters, of course, being kids, all got quite a kick out of it.    Their parents and other adults, though, spent all that day running around trying to notify the local policemen and other relevant authorities of the bizarre occurrence.     Of course the sheep weren’t deliberately making any trouble.    Everyone knows how polite and friendly sheep always are.     It was just that the whole thing was as much of an inconvenience as it was a surprise.    The more curious folks took advantage of the occasion to take youtube videos of it all.    Inevitably the local news media were all called in to check it out.     Exactly because it wasn’t even the least bit of a dangerous or scary thing people started, after a while, to take advantage of the offbeat nature of the occasion to turn it into one big party.     Unfortunately, because of no one’s ever having previously heard of a sheep party in a little league stadium, people were a little confused about the necessary protocol for such a thing.     Ultimately it turned out to be the most enjoyable experience anyone could remember having been through.     Other than the frightfully messy aftermath-it took the cleaning crew months to get it all fixed up-everyone still members it all so very fondly.

 

 

 

 

 

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