A Glimmer of Humor In Spite Of Sandy...Just 2 Blocks Away...

The Day After Sandy...

She was a mean one, this Sandy.  She pounded New York City to its knees and Long Island to her elbows and knees. There have been a few big hurricanes and tropical storms in the past, but this area of New York always seems to get skipped over from getting hit by major natural disasters.

Well, not this time.

No, no. This time Lower New York got its behind kicked.  They have called in electrical  repair crews from as far away as Texas, California, and Canada to help. Shamefully looters had already began running the streets in parts of the Far Rockaways.

Sandy Has Arrived...

So...Hurricane Sandy has arrived in New York.  She is not nice.  She hasn't played very fair.  In fact, she has been down right nasty.  There is nothing worse than being on the outer bands of a hurricane, which usually carry a lot of rain and or ocean surge.  Then on top of that to have the largest coastal area of any two counties in the entire United States.  And then as if the formula couldn't get any worse...you add in high tide starting just as Sandy made landfall in New Jersey...just south of your shores...to really stir the sea levels up as she headed northbound.

In Manhattan, my hometown, the Hudson river has risen over the wall and onto the streets.  That's the west side of Lower Manhattan.  Over on the east side of Manhattan, the East River has also flowed over the eastern wall of Manhattan.  Wall Street is said to be under three feet of water.

Back on the home front, some 800,000 Long Islanders are without power.  I am using my mini laptop and a backup battery for my cell phone to even post this blog.  There is no power in my house, that is until I start my generator first thing in the morning.  My family is in good shape.  We have food and shelter otherwise.  But not all my friends and family will be able to say the same after today.  I already know of people who have lost cars due to falling trees, as well as beach front homes lost to the rising sea, or electrical fire - or both.  Families cut off from one another after running out to get last minute supplies, only to return to their home and find the street to their house completely sealed off by water - and other family members trapped at home.

These are those moments that push and test us from the normal comfort of our daily lives.  These are the moments that are suppose to make us re-think what is and isn't really important.  Lives over valuables and property.  Family over foolishness and trivial relationships.

Even with all these trying moments, something very nice has arisen.  Something very powerful has awakened.  Not only have my usual friends from Facebook reached out to see how I am doing, but also friends I've made through here and other social networks have also reached out to inquire if me and the family are okay. That has been a very moving and touching thing.  To actually feel humanity...the love and concern that someone has for you, especially when you can not even repay them...to feel that through a simple text message...its truly moving.

My prayers go out to those I know and don't know who are clearly going to be devastated by Hurricane Sandy, like no other storm before.  And my countless thank yous to those of you who have sent a kind word, and expressed concern for my well being.  I love you, I thank you and pray that God continues to also bless you and yours.

"There's A Storm Coming..."

I remember watching the move "The Dark Knight Rises" and in one of its more memorable moments...Selena Kyle, aka The Cat Woman tells Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, that "There's a storm coming Mr. Wayne.  You and your friends better batten down the hatches..."

And that's exactly the way we New Yorkers and others in the northeastern part of the United States feel.  Within the last 14 months, we've been hammered by a dozen small, but torrential rainstorms and now the second of two major hurricanes.  There will probably been heavier water damage and loss of power this time around.  This new storm has been named, Sandy.

One of my very good friends lives down in Palm Bay, Florida...and she told me that the Sandy had passed her coastline.  She had a storm party down there.  As this "Frankenstorm" travels north up the eastern coastline...it's projected to intensity.  The images and damage from last August's 2011 storm, Irene were astounding.  This storm, Sandy may be even worse.  Thanks for the heads up to my friend in FL.

All that being said, unless conditions in my area in New York become extreme, I will continue to write and publish.  Perhaps describing people's response to the events and conditions here will provide some form of interest or entertainment.  My house is equipped with a generator and food stocks are in.

Yeah, this could get interesting.

But, Sandy isn't the only storm coming this week.  At this time I'd like to thank friends for reaching out to me through other media and inquiring about my other blog.  So far it has been getting many views internationally as well as domestically.  However, the time has come for me to to unveil it for those who do not have Twitter.  It is time to get dirty.  It is time to get blue.

For the first time ever, introducing www.ESpeakeasy.blogspot.com.

I'm happy to say that quite a few of you have been reaching it through my Twitter connection.  I didn't want to open it without first getting some writing legs under it.  For those who do read it, I hope that you will remember that ESpeakeasy is a blend of some real life and fictional events, and characters.  It definitely has a different tone than this blog.  It was created to tell some darker and more symbolic stories and events that I couldn't necessarily tell on here.  If you don't like, then don't go.  It's not the Disney Channel.

What does the "E" in Speakeasy stand for?  I welcome email answers.  The first ten people to get it right will receive some sort of prise.  I'm undetermined on whether those gifts should be a t-shirt or a pen, since I have to purchase these items in large lots to reduce the price.

Please feel free to email me any feedback on either blog at NYEastsideEntertainment@gmail.com 

I don't think all the comment controls are functioning properly here, so a direct email is probably best.  For now, please do enjoy your weekend, stay safe and keep visiting my blogs.  My writing storm is a coming too...

Underground bars and clubs....


I'll never forget growing up on the Lower East Side of how many underground bars and clubs that there used to be.  As far as I can remember, there were rarely any problems at them.  They were usually held in buildings that were allegedly land lorded by the mob.  Who knows?  I certainly didn't.  All I do know is that the hidden bars I used to see and know about as a kid are all gone now.  But when I was a kid, I used to always wonder if this was what it was like when Prohibition took hold of our country way back in the 1920's and early '30's.  I always wondered if the Speakeasies (that is the illegal saloons) where the same store fronts and building hallways that I would see 40 plus years later growing up on the Lower East Side?

My mother sometimes cooked food for one such illegal establishment.  She was also a bar tender at one of the nearby legal bars too.  That bar was called "Luckys".  However, the illegal place that she cooked for was appropriately called "The Hole" of all things.

Lots of folks from the neighborhood patroned these illegal bars.  They were happening places in their time.  Sometimes even some swanky uptown people of some higher rung on the society ladder would show their faces to one of these illegal, downtown digs.   In the 1970's the bar scene in New York City had hit it's height of popularity.  It was the one place where all sorts of taboos and rules could be broken - and nobody would care or talk about it.  They had become modern day Speakeasies. 

I walked in and out of many of these places when I was a kid during the day.  You see one of my uncles also worked for the owner of one of these illegal establishments.  I would hang with either he or my mother and got an education that my school classroom never could match.  He was what they called a "runner" for the  illegal "numbers" game.  In other words he was the guy responsible for walking around the neighborhood collecting money and taking bets for people who wanted to bet on the horses.

That was the life I lived, saw and grow up around for many years.  It's the real life stories and drama that I knew couldn't all be placed on this blog.  That I would have to create a second blog to deal with just those stories.

Stay tuned for my links to my "blue" blog.  I will be posting the link here and on my www.twitter.com/NYEntertain the very near future.  Bookmark this blog or add to your Twitter account.

Juicy Mouths!

I believe that there are three types of "Juicy Mouths" in the world.  What do I mean by Juicy Mouths?  Well...why waste time...here it is...

Have you ever sat in the presence of someone who can eat a plate of food, or chew on something in such a manner that they end up making you hungry too?  My mother used to call this type of person a "juicy mouth."

Drives me crazy to sit near someone like that.  When you sit next to them and order lunch, you could be done with your own food, turn and catch them still eating and realize that you didn't enjoy your meal as much as they did.  And why do you end being near these people at the worst times in your life...like a moment when you haven't had a bite to eat yourself...and here comes juicy mouth chomping on a cheeseburger. Makes me just want to walk up to them and slap that burger right out of their hand.

"Don't you realize I'm hungry?  Why did you come over here chewing up on that burger like Jaws right in front of my face?  Now neither of us are going to eat.  We both have to wait 5 more hours for a meal break."

Now I know we've all had this second Juicy Mouth person in our lives too.  Ever have someone chew on a piece of gum like it's a mission?  When I was a kid growing up in New York City, I came across some girls who could chew gum as if it was a circus act.  They could pop it, snap, blow it, suck it back, stretch it out (take it easy fellas, I'm just talking about gum).  And then when that girl walked into a classroom she would be popping and snapping away until she got nailed by the teacher.  Which was usually pretty easy to do.  Just follow the sounds.

Lastly, there was yet a third type of Juicy Mouth.  That is the people who for whatever reason, over salivate while they are talking.  Oh boy.  Stay away from such people when they start saying words with "S" and "Th" sounds! 

"Today's forecast is rain in the office when Mr. Jones starts talking about 'Ships by the Seashore by the Sea, Sink, Slowly, Silly Sally.'"

So there you have it.  Three different types of Juicy Mouths.  If anyone knows of another type of Juicy Mouths that I may have left off this list, please email me. 

NYEastsideEntertainment@gmail.com

Whose idea was the bikini anyway?

Never in the history of mankind can one of the most flimsiest of patch of material stir up most contentious conversations between women and men.  It was a thought that struck me yesterday as I was reading through online news a few weeks ago.  As I was reading the news there was a photo banner flash of female celebrities of "female celebrities who look good in bikinis".  I mean I'm sitting there reading about politics, world news, kidnappings, fires and missing people and boom right out of the blue - "what female celebrity looks best in a patch of fabric held loosely with string".

You know...after reading about the controversial Stop and Frisk police program in New York City or the murder rate in New Orleans...I do get a sudden, uncontrollable curiosity to then see the 100 best female celebrities in skimpy bikinis!  Thanks guys!  I feel much better after that!

And this isn't the first time.  I mean most of us former athletes or readers of men's sports magazines  know all about the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit addition, which was first published in 1964.  Somehow way back in 1964, those trendsetting Baby Boomers behind Sports Illustrated decided that we male sports fanatics (and former athletes) needed a break just one month a year - so that we could feast our eyes upon some titillating female boobs and behinds on the magazine cover.

But it doesn't end there either.  Just in case I want my truck to smell a little fresh, I can always run into the auto parts store and be given a choice of air fresheners to help spiff up my vehicle.  I can pay .99 cents for the dinky little pine tree air freshener that hangs on my rear view mirror.  Or I can pay $1.99 for the slightly better smelling bikini clad, Playboy Playmate to swing side to side on my rear view mirror.

And speaking of cars...who can forget the most prototypical luxury car commercials of the past 50 years?  You know the ones where some guy is driving a fancy and expensive sports car and picks up a "hot" looking woman...or when the commercial simply features some tall, thin, well bosomed woman driving a luxury sports car to some unknown destination.  I took a class way back in college in where psychological studies were done to figure out why those particular commercials worked in raising sales for the luxury cars.  The conclusion was that men and women saw the commercials in  two different ways.  For the male test audience it seemed that men connected buying that luxury car in order to get that beautifully breasted woman who was driving that car.  For the women viewers, they wanted to beautify themselves like the woman in the commercial to get a man to buy them that car.

But alas I've strayed off the bikini path.  Back on it I shall go!  I've been shopping with various women when they've gone bathing suit shopping in stores from my teens to my now 40's.  From my sister, to female friends, girlfriends, wife and now daughters.  I think I might try going with one of my female Rottweilers this summer.  Either way...with some slight changes here and there...it's usually the same pattern:

The women walk in with all sorts of enthusiasm, before they eventually leave depressed for having to settle on something that wasn't quite what they wanted.  Almost always it's buyers remorse.  They try on one suit after another, after another.  They turn and ask you the notorious question that will either set off a disbelief in your positive opinion, or set a an angry demonic takeover of their minds.  Here's that NOTORIOUS no win question.

"Does this make me look fat?"

Duck!  Hide!  Run for cover!  Lie!!  Or get lost in the men's section of the store. Whatever you do - do not answer that question in the positive "Ohhh yesss...that suit is for someone 30 pounds lighter than you, hun."

Nope, you always have to go the other way.  "Nope.  Honey that suit fits you great.  It's the sun and sand that's gonna make you look fat.  It's a well known natural special effect.  Spielberg used it in his movie Jaws."

Or try this, "Nope.  Hun, I think wearing what amounts to an eye patch around your breasts and mons pubis looks absolutely terrific!  I'm sure you'll lose that suit after the second wave in the water, not the first.  The first wave will only start half the people on the beach placing bets on how soon the next wave will leave you naked in the water."

Lastly, try this "Nope.  Hun, after 15 kids, being 50 pounds overweight and you advancing into your late 40's, I am confident that that bathing suit has equal the strength of the support cables to the Brooklyn Bridge, and will keep your uterus from falling out your back side.  Buy that polka dot suit right this very minute!  Plus...its on sale!"

All kidding aside, I stumbled across another news article on the Internet, which finally explained why there's so much pressure around bikini's and bathing suits in general.  In fact, this article actually summarized everything by simply explaining that its actually not the suit, but the female breasts themselves that we men must be craving to see.  Apparently, by viewing a woman's breasts 10 minutes a day, we men are actually improving our health.  The article even advises women to let their men view other women's breasts for those 10 minutes as a means to better their man's health.  Let him look, but not touch and then drag his horny behind home to momma!

Think I'm still joking around?  Well, here's the link:

http://voices.yahoo.com/study-finds-men-stare-womens-breasts-in-7962574.html?cat=5


After reading that article, it suddenly dawned on my why I've been surrounded by so many bikinis and boob show fests from TV commericals, the movies, magazines and even car air freshners!  It's all a survival mechanism in us men that has inspired this!  I now have a more enthusiastic outlook on making it to 160 years.  Yep, me viewing two boobs a day should keep the doctor away.  Hell, I'll even take donations!  From now on all boob gawking will assist my cause for longevity just as good as a heart transplant!  I guess...old age does have it's rewards...

Never Mix Your Neighbors And Your Prostrate Adventures...

Never mix your neighbors and your prostrate adventures...true story...


Yes, I've been on the quiet side, but I'm still hard at work.  My health issues are clearing themselves up.  I have job stuff coming up that will be requiring me to work more hours over the next week or so.  But, in spite of all that...I have decided to put "Tina's Crucifix" on the back burner to tell this one true story from my neighborhood.

Also I'd like to thank and welcome two new readers...one down in Florida and the other in New York City.  Welcome to my craziness online.  I hope you both continue to enjoy what you're reading.  It's all about the smiles.

Now this story I'm about to tell is ohh so very, very true.  It falls under the category of "You just can't make this stuff up."  Names will definitely be changed to protect the innocent, the guilty...and  above all - prostrate glands throughout the world.  Ready?  So here it goes...

About ten years ago I was at school pickup in my neighborhood.  It's a cold, overcast day in late February.  Rain seems imminent just as we're getting closer to the doors being opened.  Now in my lovely suburban neighborhood, the school pick up is done mostly by mothers - with exception to us fathers who work nights, overnights or have convenient days off.  I was working overnights and weekends at that time.

So due to my work hours, and my propensity to talk and instigate humorous bad behavior in people...I end up becoming friends with a lot of mommies and a few daddies from my town.  It's the City Boy, Social Butterfly in me.  It has helped me and my family become friends with many families as well as helped my older kids have an easier adjustment when we moved into our town from the city, in 1999.  In my town I've been known do bagel deliveries to my neighbor's doorstep, on a Sunday morning, with the family standing behind me singing Christmas carols (in the spring).  I've also been known to climb over fences to crash house parties (to the delight of the party goers of course).  I've also delivered a large shopping bag full of toilet paper rolls to a neighbor who once ran out of toilet paper at one of her famous house parties (there was really extra paper underneath the sink, however she's such a perfectionist that I couldn't let the opportunity to tease her the next day slip away).

Now back to this overcast day at school pick up.  So I'm standing out there waiting near the doors with two other neighbors, let's call them Rose and Maria.  We're standing there with our umbrellas and a freezing blast of air and rain and sleet starts pouring down on us.  We're freezing along with 60 other parents standing out there 20 minutes early like us.  Suddenly we get a car horn honk from another neighbor...umm..let's call her..."Crazy" Kelly.  Those of us who know Kelly, know that she's pretty bold and crazy when she gets going in conversation.  But that day, Crazy Kelly would really top herself.  Needless to say, Kelly has parked in the perfect spot on the street where she can see the school doors and best of all...she's sitting inside her huge SUV.  Kelly waves for the three of us to join her in her car to get out of the elements.  We gladly take her up on her offer.  I plop myself in the back seat.

Once inside the car, it's a pretty typical conversation...kids, work, bad weather and not getting sick.  Then the conversation turns instantly into an anti male/father conversation...all of this spearheaded by Crazy Kelly.  Rose and Maria are constantly looking back at me...having their laughs at my expense, as I am outnumbered in the truck 3 to 1.  I could've cared any less.  I was parked a block away and was freezing my behind off just 3 minutes earlier.  I grew up around women and know how they can talk about men.  Knock yourself out Crazy Kelly.  And she did.  Crazy Kelly took a leap in her anti-male/father routine and drifted onto this "You men are all the same...Just like my Donald (her husband)...one stroke of his prostrate...and he can't get enough...keeps coming back for more..."

Well needless to say time had virtually stopped inside that car.  The jaws of Rose and Maria hit the back of the drivers seat and dashboard, respectively speaking.  Their eyes started darting back and fourth at each other, and to me, like in one of those Spaghetti Western movies.  I didn't care.  My body was just getting warmed back up  from the heat in the car and I didn't think twice about what Kelly was saying - although I heard it pretty plain and clear.  Rose and Maria on the other hand, were dumbfounded.

Crazy Kelly realized the other two women were stunned and proceeded to break it down for them.  I was in my mid thirties at this time.  I think I had earned a lifetime membership to Playboy, Penthouse and Cosmopolitan (via my older sister) by that stage of my life and was quite well versed in what Crazy was talking about.  Hell, by that point of my life, I had already had my first rounds of colonoscopy and prostrate exams, so I didn't need a "breakdown".  But Crazy was insistent to help the other two sets of virgin ears in the truck.

"Well you see, I did the prostrate thing one time for Donny, and the fool liked it so much that that's all he asks for now, everyday.  You know you should have your wife to try it with you at home.  Do you need for me to explain how to do it?"

Now mind you, she asked me this ask if we were trading baking recipes and cooking techniques.  My response was easily anticipated.  I just simply deadpanned, "No, no Kelly.  I'm good.  I'm really, really good with those boring, old fashioned ways of sex with the wifey.  There'll be no gold digging in my house."

Well Rose and Maria nearly turned purple to keep from laughing at this point.  When the first pick up bell finally ranged Rose and Maria nearly slipped and fell getting out of that truck.  That bell was a life saver for them.  To say that three of us laughed about that conversation in the truck doesn't nearly quite capture that moment.  We were in tears...for days...about that conversation that we shared with our spouses and other neighbors.

Fast forward that following summer at a house party on my block.  Of course I have now mischievously shared this "prostrate story" with all my neighbors on the block who  are likewise married - about 6 sets of us at the time.  And to add to the joke, I would bring it up and then walk backwards following my wife, hunching my butt up to her and yelling "S'il vous plait, s'il vous plait!" (that's French for "please, please")

Of course that brought on guffaws, table slapping laughs, people falling out of chairs.  Tears are pouring out of our eyes.  The wives can't stand up straight as now all the husbands are doing this "butt hunching thing to them too" at this house party.  We all happen to know Crazy Kelly and Donald from the town.  Donald is a big, quiet guy who sticks to himself in the neighborhood.  Little does he know his wife is sharing his favorite bedroom recipe.  Now I'm not one to judge.  To each his own.  But I am one to make jokes, and this was prime real estate.  It was just too much information to not laugh about.  But...that night...the joke we had been enjoying for months...got even better.

After a few beers and some tear wiping...guess who shows up at the backyard party on my block??  Yep, Donald and Crazy Kelly.  Surprise!  So like most couples when they join a party...the male joins the men, and the female joins the women.  Neither Crazy or Donny knew that we had just been crying laughing about them, 30 minutes prior to their arrival.  To make matters even worse...when Donny sits with the fellas...he looked a little sad and depressed.  He just didn't look happy on that beautiful summer night. 

What usually happens when someone sits next to you looking sad?  Invariably you ask them, what's wrong?  Is everything okay?  Are you sick or have the bug?  Yep, that would be normal.

Instead, me and my fellow trouble makers at the table that night were asking him if he had any "back problems" or suggested that perhaps he "needed a laxative," perhaps he needed to "borrow a drill" for the work he was doing in his house, and that we liked the fact that his wifey was pretty "handy around the house" and helped him fix things.  At some point someone at the table...OK it was me...yelled out words like "lubricant" and "bottoms up" for no good reason.  Well...I meant more beers?  My bottle was empty?  My throat was dry?  Either way, Crazy Kelly and Donald's eventual departure only brought on another round of laughter.

That was some ten years ago.  Times have changed changed.  Crazy Kelly and Donald moved from the neighborhood.  So did two of the couples from the block.  Only a handful of us now actually get together for a summer house party.  I have two younger kids now and sometimes interact with these newer families.  In addition, I don't have to do as many school pickups as I did with my older kids.  Today most of the kids from the block hang out with one another more than the adults do.

So for those of us who remember the prostrate joke, it was definitely an all-time classic.  Cheers to the neighbors on my block, in my neighborhood and to Crazy Kelly and Donald for giving me yet another funny story to share with people from around the world.

Love and Inspiration...customer loyalty.

Okay...that was easy.  I've had about a week's rest time.  In the meantime, I've noticed plenty of pageviews on my blog in my absence and no emails about any viewing issues.  Everyone seems to be getting access one way or the other.  Yay! 

Yes I was away from writing for a week.  There is a mental wear and tear (and then repair) cycle to keeping things on here moving right along.  I hope everyone who is visiting me has continued to enjoy what they have read.

You can email me any time with comments.  NYEastsideEntertainment@gmail.com   I would be happy to hear from you.

I've had a minor health issue flare up again this week.  It's pretty amazing what a tiny fragment of metal can do to injure the body weeks after it been embedded.

It's been a nice down time to sit back and absorb life a little.  Funny thing happened on my Facebook page.  I made my usual sarcastic/humorous reprint of a local NY sports team who seems to be making yet another historic cycle of failure in their league.  The team is tne NY Jets.  Now I have many, many friends, including myself who have supported and absolutely love the NY Jets.  They have won only one Super Bowl and have been owned by only two families since their beginning.  They are actually the only major sports team in all of New York City who hasn't won at least two championships in their sport the last 70 years.  They have spent millions of dollars and can seem to do no better no matter who has owned them, what coach has come in, what players they have attracted to play for the team.  It is a remarkable, if not sad episode of seeming professional sports futility.

I can understand what owning a business means, especially to sports team owners.  There are some years when you know you don't have the right team to win it all, but you have to fill your stadium seats up and sell jerseys to keep your franchise above water.  You have to do what you have to do, say what you have to say, and advertise whatever you have to sell, in order to keep fans filling your stadium.  I get that.  Every business goes through that.  But then again there are times when you MUST know you've failed both your fans, your family, your city...and really must do a BETTER job at making your team a marque team in one of the worlds biggest money markets like New York City.

It is my feeling that this organization seems to have lost contact with the idea of putting an actual winning team together.  That pennies and nickles in contracts and balance sheets matter more than giving your fans...your bread and butter...the heart and soul of your franchise - people who follow your team,  and pay thousands of dollars, sit in hot August seats outdoors and brave the freezing temperatures of the late season play in December - something better.  Sometimes you simply have to lay the books to the side and do what's right for the people who've supported you.  The people who got you to this position in the first place.

There are times when, just like a small store owner, a big sports business has to remember to pay tribute to their customer.  Sometimes when you know you've put out a bad product on the shelf and your fans are headed for another season of misery, its wise to simply repay them for their loyalty.  Just as a small shop owner may see one of his customers a little short of money at the cash register, the owner just waves the customer on and declines any payment.  Sometimes, in the case of the NY Jets, its worth ignoring the financial books and just simply bringing in and paying the right athletes, the right money and build a truly professional and competitive atmosphere in the locker room that will never change or wain over time.  It's been 43 years.  The fans are owed something back for all those years of support over futility.  It's just my humble opinion.

It seems like in all forms of business, when companies and people running those companies lose perspective on the actual heart and soul that makes them work - the people - that's when things start to decline.  The PEOPLE are the workers who help keep the company running, and the clients or customers for which they serve.  Those relationships should never get lost in the success or the failure of that company.  It is the one sacred relationship that should never be forgotten.  Trust me, as I look back and see my pageviews increase, even when I'm too tired, too busy with family life or sidelined with an injury, it really motivates me to get back on the horse as soon as possible and work hard for those of you expecting more from me. 

Perhaps in a time when the world is experiencing regional economic woes and the battle of haves and have nots continue to be waged...maybe it's become fashionable to forget "relationships" in business.  Perhaps the most important thing is just make the money and spend the money, and repeat it all the next day, the next week..  I think we lose a bit of ourselves in that cycle.  We are all passing through this world, this life.  I prefer to continue to try to remember and appreciate the ups and the downs of all the relationships I have forged in this life.  I try to remember every face, every name and every soul that touched or inspired me.  And I try to remember to give back that same inspiration to those that interact with me.

Whether I make money via the Internet through business or not, what amount of money can ever replace love and inspiration?

Thank you everyone for continuing to view my pages.  Your positive energy inspires me, even when I'm taking a rest.