Can you imagine? You’re a bird-really.

In my youngest days I ran from the house because feet weren’t meant to walk. The wind breezed each ear with a rush of air that rustled my hair and forced a smile. Time wasted on the way to point Z from point A while every space between called for its due notice. I felt I could fly.

Are we able to fly?

Or maybe just able to unzip a fly?

Society has so many distractions.

But not so much when we are young-

I ran outside whenever I could as a child.

Was that my shadow by my side? Did a car horn blow from far off? Was the grass still wet from the morning dew or had it rained last night making the dream real? There’s a bell, but not the ice cream man—that would be afternoon—and there’s a plane flying high over head that needs a wave hello. The flowers smell smooth and soft; the sun is a blanket the size of the world.

I remember, but only as a locked away memory that comes out to play in my head when it all seems to fit. Today, it fit.

Today was a morning like most others, the sun up before me and Shadow, our dog, bouncing around my feet as though it’d been years since we last spoke. It’s spring, but the grass has yet to learn and oak pollen and flowers cover the driveways, cars, litters the pool water and bird baths.  The living room bay window calls with a glancing beam of morning light my eyes had not expected.

That’s when I saw exactly my hope. The Goldfinch had returned! At first, only ten females with one male fluttered my eyes with joy. Then, there were 24 or more finch winging this way or that, splashing in the bird bath or hanging from the thistle socks and munching on the sunflower seed feeder.

I wait every year for their return and some years we’ve had more than sixty at a time dart through our front yard. They’re a ,’peeping,’ lot and those chattering calls easily pierce through our window to tickle my ears.  Their calls rake the yard outside invading any thought to have with a sense of home and peace. It’s a special, short period of time to share with this bird as they migrate North to South and then back. And I’ve often wondered if the Goldfinch I see up at Lake Bonaparte, New York, during the summer months could be some of the same Goldfinch I see in Gainesville as they migrate. People would call this fantastical thinking and I agree, but I still wonder-certainly, stranger things have happened.

And other birds show up….who wouldn’t want to see this painted Bunting bird, but we haven’t- not yet.

American Goldfinch and House Finch on Thistle -these are our visitors…

 And we’ve had the Blue Bunting….wonderful to see.. The Male Goldfinch is a wonder as well.

But then  what to my wondering eyes should appear this year?Ha! The Tufted Titmouse is about the strangest named bird I can think of…

This year for the first time ever, a Downy Woodpecker is visiting our sunflower feeder…that’s fun.

Of course, the ongoing family of Cardinals our feedings have help raise are ever present as are the chick-a-dees, sparrows and nut hatch.

I do wonder how birds see us. Certainly, they know—understand—we feed them. “Hey, the bald guy’s got thistle sacks, sunflower seeds and a bath again! Let’s roll on down…” Or, how do they communicate; I’m not sure. How do they know to come here each year? It bends my mind.

Can you, just for a minute, think about flying from Northern New York State to Florida or further year after year? And what do you see? Homes, rivers, oceans, lakes, prairies, houses, cars, roads and huge cities!!!….These birds, and others like them are real-time super beings….

Just imagine if we could fly?

Some say we do, but only after we die. Some say we fly as a spirit to an endless world of light and understanding. I wonder. Don’t you? What if deep inside we are so much like the birds who sings to us each day. What if the birds in our lives are singing to reminds us that our flight is coming, and we will fly? What if the birds make perfect sense to our lives?

What a trip that might be? What if we really did fly? What would our song be?

Franque23 See ya 


Who knew? Darth Vader’s line would have been, “Luke, I am your mother…”if stars wars had been about the future. 

Things have changed when a President clearly pays off a porn whore to keep quiet about him screwing her as his wife gives birth and his supporters don’t care so much? But wait! What about that blow job Clinton got for free from a not whore gal? That seemed to matter!?!?!

Here’s a kicker: Stormy Daniels who can be seen doing anything in porn shots (just google it like I did to know) actually asked a reporter, ‘If someone offered to pay you three times as much for a job you have been doing wouldn’t you do it?’

Well, actually, I can think of about 50 million people at least in this country alone who  wouldn’t do the things Stormy does for three times the money-not ten times; not one hundred times. Dare I say-never? You can go look and see what she does to know why I make the claim.

Meanwhile, we have Jennifer Lawrence backed into a corner by an interview that makes her proclaim that she likes, D–k, but does worry about STD’S. I pray to God our grandfathers and grandmothers aren’t listening. If so, graveyards across America would look as though gigantic horrendous moles had turned over each grave.

So here’s the point. Trump sucks d–k for a President. He blows. He’s  a creep of a man who most likely did piss on Russian underage prostitutes. He’s a man who admits he grabs pussy when he can. We all know it. Worse, this scum bag is actually President of the U.S. Supporters of  Trump-turn and run away. This man above all, above everything he has done sexually that is wrong, abusive, degrading to women, and completely unacceptable,  he is a megalomaniac who would blow up our world to save his own self—Other men in history have done the same.

Representatives who think they can belittle our own children who escaped death in a high school shooting by calling them lesbians, any name, they are so stupid, and so gone…done. These,’children,’ are going to ignite the county and boot your ass so far off the planet you will have no home to rest in,,not even your own head will rest until you die after you see the reality of our time. You are old, bad news.

Recently I saw Dylan sing, The answer is blowing in the Wind, and , in truth, the man has no idea. His world has been completely blown away, gone, kaput, fini, washed up and dumped into a cesspool of acceptable lies, cheats, whores and thieves, a crap load of leaders the likes he’d never known when he wrote the song.

However, there is an answer.

Representatives who take money from the NRA to run their campaigns and then vote to allow the sale of automatic weapons that kill our kids in school are done. You’re finished as of 2018.

Representatives who continue to vote legislation against LGBPTTQQIIAA+ (meaning lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, transsexual, queer, questioning, intersex, intergender, asexual, ally and beyond) while they’re so often caught being part of this group- they’ re gone. BTW, the famous J Edgar Hoover who paraded against Homosexuals as head of the FBI while he was one himself is a perfect example.

Representatives who pretend to care about fetus’ while cutting every possible money advantage to the poor starving kids, and suggesting those who seek abortions should be legally charged are throw backs, done candidates. Disgusting is your label for history. Enjoy that.

Paul Ryan- you are one of the worst. You are on our list.

Representatives who give tax cuts to the rich and triple our Nation’s debt this way and then turn around and say that Medicare, Medicaid  AND Social Security must be cut due to deficits–they’re gone. Ryan, take that boat load of crap and put it up your ass…and I’m saying this in the nicest, newest terms possible

Go ahead, Dismantle Obama care and enjoy the ride out of Washington …Representatives who think they can disallow benefits to the needy, the poor, our veterans, our elders, our country—you are on one roller coaster to hell… You aren’t worth a shit.

Here’s to the people. Power to the people! Power to the kids….remember to march  on March 24th. Remember to vote these suck heads out of office. Remember to care about one another, no matter our color or race. Remember to put our best foot forward and send this bunch of suck heads back into the gutter they came from. Remember Hitler-this shall never happen again! Not ever…and most of all…

Never Again…no, we will turn the page on school shootings…go to the voting booths and protect our children with your vote. As a great man  once said: “Screw the NRA.” We are gonna win this fight.

God Bless America.

For a buck(s) Trump may get top silence Stormy- I don’t know…but we can get our , ‘Change,’ no matter what the courts say. We can win…I’ve seen it happen in the Nam protests….Don’t stop.

“Children….We are your parents…..” Me.


Wait! What were you thinking? Oh, guttered brained chatter makes the most noise, right?

No, not this kind of a…

I know this is a loaded statement few bring up often but now that it’s out in the open we should talk. No matter how you look at it’s hard to look away. Some will find this easy to handle, others, not so much.

We have a movement in hand.

This ,’dick-thing,’ may be the point of Japan’s annual celebration, but it’s not the point of this post.

Okay, the picture pointed the way. Once a work associate who is married to a fellow named,  Richard, threw us all into laughing fits when she exclaimed, “I do love my, Dick!”

Anyway–Dick’s is the  Hunting Outfit chain who dropped selling AR-15’s today to help motivate our Representatives to do the right thing when it comes to gun legislation so they deserves our business.

How did America get to where we are? The madness at the top-our Congress seems not interested in following the will of the majority but only the will of their donors. Heck, the President even refuses to recognize the will of Congress who overwhelmingly voted to apply more sanctions on Russia for interfering with our 2016 election, but Trump won’t do it!

People also ask why the Republicans have taken so many local and state elections in the  past.

Well, that’s complicated but gerrymandering is one main reason the Republicans have done so well at the polls during the last twelve years

See? This is a voting district in Texas–someone needs a ruler, right? But even with this Republican shaped district a long-standing Republican Representative from it is not going to run again!

Democrats fell asleep at the wheel while in power and the Republicans went to work drawing up voting districts that could challenge any Dali piece of art. Plus, the core of America feels more conservative than Liberal,(it’s not.) but not crazy like Trump and his agenda!

Many say Liberal’s are too Liberal; that they don’t represent most Americans. But remember this: Trump and his agenda lost the popular vote to Hillary by almost 3 million people!

I have no idea what makes people in large cities and near the coast lines lean liberal rather than conservative …odd. The heartland is so beautiful, serene, so I get those living there not wanting too much change. Thing is, right now the Republicans in power are too crazy for office and may well be in Russia’s pocket.  Polls show this is the opinion of the majority of people in America today, right now.

It’s about 100% sad what the NRA has done with the second amendment in terms of interpretation….the assault weapon problem here in America is huge and may well flip the Congress blue. So far 9 out of 11 special elections have come up blue, and some were in places where a deep tradition of voting Republican stood. 37 seats have flipped blue since 2016 in local and National elections.

Am I in love with everything Liberal ? Maybe not, but I do love these kids for speaking out about guns, and the women for organizing against a moron of a President who embraces throwback environmental ideas….and those sex comments….?

The tide may be turning blue; We’ll see….

And now, tonight we can add Wal-Mart’s name to the list of good guys! They are pulling all assault rifles off their store shelves, even children’s toys that resemble those guns, and raising the age to 21 for purchases.

We all should wonder: is today’s press conference where President Trump seemed to back opponents of the NRA a symptom of what’s to come? Has Trump seen the voter’s will play out enough in recent elections that he thinks he has to at least straddle the gun issue and not side with the NRA? We’ll see…but there’s this:

I lived through the Nam protests and movement against Nixon. This is feeling the same and for one uttermost important reason—we were right about the Nam war then and these kids are right about America needing to adopt much tighter gun laws now.

The side of right will win, we just never know exactly when. So here’s to Dick’s everywhere, to all the companies who have already changed their relationship with the NRA and now to Wal-mart. This is called a movement. It’s time to reach out and grab the moment.

We need to keep it up! ( oh gosh….)


These women, and children, that’s who!

So here’s my point. The children today who are working to not be shot dead in schools since this is a bad end to education are about to pick up the women movement and their vote. Once this happens the NRA and stupid blind politicians who can’t see the tsunami coming are going to be swept overboard, away and gone forever.

Yes, it’s true, once women get ‘on board’ with any movement that movement is bound to succeed even though it might take 100 years! Any married man can tell you: women don’t give up.

Case it point: the women’s suffrage movement took activists nearly 100 years to win the right to vote, but they never gave up. It all started as long ago as 1820 and the 19th Amendment to the Constitution was ratified on August 1920.

Most men, all along, thought it ridiculous that women should have the right to vote.

Did you know that The 14th Amendment, ratified in 1868, extends the Constitution’s protection to all citizens—and defines “citizens” as “male”; the 15th, ratified in 1870, guarantees black men the right to vote-but not women. It’s mind-boggling, right?

It was a keen switch of logic that Susan B. Anthony pounced on to insist women should have equal rights not because they were equal to Men, but because they were different! This defeated the idea that women were not equal to men so they shouldn’t vote. Really a beautiful move by Susan.

Women can show us the way…

this shot is close to my home in Micanopy…We always called this the , River Sticks,’ which is odd because from studying Latin that river leads to Hell, The name by the state is some sort of canal. Me=River Sticks.

By the way, I have worked primarily with women for the last 24 years* of my professional life in Libraries. I have seen first hand the magic of women, their force, and unending capacity to care. But mind you, as a retail shop(s) owner in the 1980 and 1990’s, the power of the pocket-book was never lost to me…Ladies were a huge market for goods, more so than men.

One of us is not the others?

World War I  finally proved the worth of women to their worse half. Finally, on August 26, 1920, the 19th Amendment to the Constitution was ratified. And on November 2 of that year, more than 8 million women across the United States voted in elections for the first time.

About the first thing women did with the power to vote was to enforce prohibition. 1920 started off with women winning the vote to end/stop most men ( age 15 ) from drinking an average of seven gallons of pure alcohol per year. Whew, that’d be hard to keep up!

Anyway, what’s important to note is that it was also women who brought prohibition to an end. Pauline Sabin was the one to argue that prohibition was forcing men to drink out of the home, wrecking family time and in 1933 prohibition ended…

And what about the , ‘Tree Huggers?’ Yep,  women were involved….sadly. Long ago, a group of men and women in Europe chained themselves to trees to stop deforestation in their area. Loggers, cut all of them in half while cutting the trees. But, do you see the guts of women?


This is the naked truth: we kill ourselves when we kill trees, our environment, our wildlife.


If you’d like to read a great book about a strong mother written by an appreciative son, read,

Rick Bragg’s…All over but the Shoutin’..there’s a great story here.

Did you know that more women have voted in National elections than men since 1964!?!?

So here’s my point once again, so late in this post. The children today who are working to not be shot dead in schools since this is a bad end to education are about to pick up the women and their vote. Once this happens the NRA and stupid blind politicians who can’t see the tsunami coming are going to be swept overboard, away and gone forever.

Forgive me if I repeat the obvious. Throwback men are doomed. If I can do anything to facilitate this process , I will. The NRA is over in this country and I’m glad to write it. We have been held hostage by the NRA worse than by any so-called ‘evil’ society from the middle East.

“More than 1.5 million US citizens have died as a result of guns in the last 49 years, according to the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. … The Las Vegas shooting has once against renewed the debate over gun control in the US, where the right to bear arms is constitutionally protected and the …” **

This is not talking about the dead from World Wars of any kind.

Just make one of these 1.5 million deaths your child…how does that feel? I’m not shooting smoke, ‘up your butt,’ as the saying goes in bars. No, I’m trying to clear the air here…to make the deaths real, and to let you know the truth.

If you were a high School student with your entire life now realized ahead of you, would you like to be shot dead in school? Just asking.

Franque23 hates guns and killing of wild animals, of all things.


*I’ve been lucky enough to be married to one woman for over 37 years…






I’m gonna start wearing a mask during Girl Scout Cookie Season. It’s the only way; I can’t stop eating those things so a mask just might do it! Why not? Many wear masks during the pollen season and right now it’s raining cookies out there. Not just at supermarkets, Wal-greens, Wal-marts or on any corner where people walk, but those cookie sellers are in my dreams as well.

I can’t sleep unless I’ve money in my pocket, like at least enough dough to buy four boxes of girl scout cookies that might pop up in a dream or two.

The women and girls started this mess and they better not stop. I know, we have four seasons but really, Girl Scout Cookie Season (GSCS) is the most important one. Chocolate Valentine’s Day Season is huge and so is Marshmallow Bunny Hop Season during Easter. And who can over look Halloween’s Reign of Candy Season but Girl Scout Cookie Season!?!? Now that, THAT is the mother of them all.

I really don’t like those cookies, I just can’t stop eating them. It’s not the cookies’ fault, it’s my mouth’s fault. The good news is that I know there has got to be a limit on how many GSC’S one man can eat. The bad news?—I’m gonna hit that limit.

Worse, I can’t think when I hear Girl Scout Cookies chirping.

Oddly, and this is the truth, the scale doesn’t say I’m gaining weight eating these GSC’S because, well, I


haven’t been on one in a month.

See? It says I weigh zero.

. The answer to the question is not to ask. We all know that.

Plus, shh, why wake up the scale? Give the scale a rest. It’s quite a step up onto that scale, too; I don’t want strain anything.

Listen, I’m not obsessing over these cookies but I do wonder how they might taste fried, over easy for breakfast, or scrambled. Of course, the Girl Scout Cookie hash browns potential comes to mind.

Back to the cookies of, OH My Gosh!, do you see how many choices there are to buy!!! It used to be, back in my day,  the only  choice I saw was thin mints since my face remained buried in those boxes for two weeks. Now, I’ve matured. I look over the collection of great choices and pick, Thin Mints…Plus those coconuty chocolate thingys called, Samoas…See? I now eat twice as many kinds as I did as a kid.

I could’ve retired five years ago if it weren’t for these babies.


I do not, and never have, swear, multitasked and eaten two different kinds of Girl Scout Cookies at the same time, not that I remember. Sure, maybe one cookie got in my pie hole before I’d swallowed the first, but technically this isn’t eating two GSC’S at the exact same time. Even if one cookie is well wedge against the right cheek as another is smashed in to the left cheek, that’s not like eating them both at the same time. Clearly, the tongue creates a dividing safe zone for discriminating tastes.

This may be her third box…

Here’s to the cookies of our lives!  So easy to download, right?

In truth, I didn’t eat one cookie today—-you know how this ends right? Like, I’ve eaten five that I counted. Some don’t count, clearly, if I’m too rushed to chew but just mash the thing in order to swallow it, that’s like not a cookie; whole different deal there.

Cheers… dang, I’ve completely lost my mask.




All the righties are typing today that the now famous nothing burger ‘memo’ exonerates Trump the Herald–this is insane*, and I’ve felt often this past year that many Republican voters are living on the tip of—crazy…but it’s not like they believe the world is flat, I’ve asked. (hmm, this is a sad commentary—right?)* 
Weirdest thing is over the years I kept hearing from the Republican voters I know (right but mostly wrong) that the Republicans are fiscally Conservative while the Democrats only want to spend, spend, spend…. so then President Turnip comes along with his tax cut for the rich and a bogus super expensive wall and they don’t budge an inch of loyalty!!!(The report said the border wall could cost nearly $70 billion to build and $150 million a year to maintain. An internal report by the Department of Homeland Security said the wall could cost about $21.6 billion, not including maintenance.Apr 18, 2017) These two provisions will bankrupt our country to the point where most programs designed to help the middle class or the less fortunate will lose funding. And one small but meaningful tangent of Trumpet’s  Sound! entire immigration quagmire means we all can’t wait to pick lettuce, celery, most vegetables and all of our fruit! These are the jobs American’s are waiting for! Hip, Hip Hurrah? Make us all pick strawberries so we can be ‘Great’ again?!?!?

Fact Checker

So the point is, Republican voter’s ‘loyalty’ really has nothing to do with the agendas of the Republican Party, it’s something deeper… perhaps an ingrained mindset that Liberals are bad no matter what??? And then there’s an invisible line between those who are prejudice and those who are not, and that line seems to align and lie to some degree between the Democrat and Republican voters.
Two different party names match two different mindsets.
 Two different people.

Rrrump’s family fortune was founded on running a whore house, stop dancing around it…let’s say that’s okay, a long time ago, right? But Donald Trump has been accused of 19 counts of assault and/ or rape by 19 different women,(here’s a complete list…**) plus, he’s been taped as saying he grabs women by the pussy when he wants. That’s your pussy, (any female reading this….). Are you okay with Donald thinking he can grab your pussy whenever he wants? If so, exactly what is your  religious affiliation? I can’t think of a one that would say, claim, grabbing women’s pussies is okay…So why do you support this man? Just answer while talking about this man, Donald Dump, don’t give me any side shuffle to Hillary or anywhere but to THIS man-who he is, and what he said on tape. Again, why do you or anyone besides the super rich stand by this lump of a shlump man?

Trump is a dumpster fire of mind-numbing proportions.  This is why his hair looks like wisps of smoke.

To be clear, it’s not how Plump looks or what he’s done as a bully during his life that turns me against just about everything he says or does. It’s the agenda President Chump pushes as a wedge to divide American voters and America from the world about us that bothers me. Is it time to mention World War III? Hopefully, when the White house was last renovated someone had the good sense to disable that phone  in the oval office that Grump can supposedly use to call for nuclear launches. That would be prudent.

“Oy Vey, why me?” is often a call asked of God. I say, “Oy Vey, why Trump?”  And all this at the time when the world is about to progress to wind and solar and other types of clean energy. When the world is about embrace a world-wide unity brought on by the event of Facebook and the internet. Just when the world is in dire need of peacemakers we get Trump who seems hell bound on the destruction of so much American’s hold dear: Liberty and our Constitution.

Trump has made a mockery of our beloved American way. At best, Trump is a crap-shoot in every sense of the word.




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When a person gets old they have seen so much, some good, some bad.

Schools used to have art class and supplies for students to use.

Remember when throwing crab apples at steel garage doors and then running away with your friends was like-super wrong?


Kids would tie your sneaker laces together before gym class to mess with your head.

Leaving chewed gum on someone’s seat when they weren’t looking?—big time evil.

“Failing to signal” was actually a ticket a driver could get. Really; not kidding.

Appliances could last twenty years. (the lack thereof now is a hidden part of inflation…)

Generally, children were to be seen but not heard around grown-ups.

The sexiest thing printed: deodorant or clothing ads.

Hop-scotch, curb ball, ollie, ollie in come free, flag tag, red light, green light and hide-n’-seek were the games of the day.

NO one had a computer, and few had heard of them.

The street was loaded with friends after a school day.

We had time together to think of neat stuff to try.


The phone had an operator.

If dad or mom asked you to do something, you did it.

Many communities had milk truck deliveries, beer deliveries, bread and ice deliveries too. Even kid’s rides like Whip or a small merry-go-round that sat on the back of trucks came by, usually just before one of three ice cream trucks rang their bells.

America was good; I do remember the day a Black family was to buy a house in our community and there was a ‘meeting’ between owners about how to stop them. So, really?

America was free but attitudes weren’t. My grandma used to say her home state, Iowa, would have excellent weather if it weren’t for all the other states around it making bad weather. She wasn’t kidding.

Russia was evil.

Everything in the dime store came from Japan and most of it seemed to break before you left the store.

Penny candy and candy cigarettes.

The President was a good, moral man and the policeman your best friend.

Mom’s didn’t work.(Outside the home…)

Push lawn mowers made very little noise.

A paid lunch hour, “Working 9 to 5 …What a way to make a living?” as the song went cut a tough deal for the working man.

Alcoholic Drinks at lunch time was not so unusual for the daily workers.

TV was free, all 7 or so channels.

The radio blasted the top 40 hits but TV couldn’t show Elvis move his legs when he sang.

Do you remember when The twilight zone wasn’t real?

It was rude to not open the car door for your mom or your date.

It used to be going on a date might include for a guy getting to, ‘First base, second base, third base or even home after a long-term relationship.’ Or you could lie about any of it. Now? I’m thinking a date is  thought by some to be the entire ball park with photo ops.

NO one, nooo one, played music in a car that shook the stomachs of others riding in different cars.

I never heard of a kid getting shot in school, though we ducked under our desks as drills to protect us from possible nuclear attack.

Pot was about the worst drug imaginable. It made people sex-crazies zombies. (I think this might have started the whole pot craze).

Can you remember when you heard your first curse word? For me, it was about 7th grade.

Ads told us smoking made you a Marlborough Man. (BTW–the actor died of lung cancer…); 

Blondes really do have more fun;

and this-

Chock-full-of-nuts is the heavenly coffee, even a millionaire’s money can’t buy*; dandruff is worse than death and BO could make people pass out.

French kissing was a complete mystery.

The Thinker is a famous statue



But now we need one like this to be made….

Well, I could go on…sigh. Them’s were the days-maybe. Thing is, multitasking now-a-days is almost a given, a duty. I’m more of an Alan Watts (author) The Way of Zen (one of his books) kinda guy. Do one thing well, just one at a time and relax. Though I don’t mind listening to the birds sing as I hand turn over the garden–that’s nice.

Cheers from another time-


*This jingle said this and back then it pissed off a real millionaire so badly that he did , in fact, buy the company…!










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It can be fun to see what people have done with snow over the decades…


so let’s take a look…..

Like way before I was a tie wearing sixth grader in Meadow Drive—(I’m the 6th from the right in the back row)

Way before our house on Long Island, N.Y. was often buried by nor’easter’s during the winter. Here’s a pic. of our home in Roslyn Heights. My room was second floor on the left.

Long before I built this snowman to my father’s delight and Mom gave me the carrot for the nose…

Gal’s used to,’shovel sled,’ as it was called. I think these gals were having fun! 

Here’s three actual Olympic champions sharing the limelight….about 1928–all three were medal winners-1st thru 3rd in figure skating.

Boys will be boys; girls will be girls- this group decided to dance in the snow in what was called ‘ underwear’ back then. 1926…so this photo is extremely risque …..

Here’s New York City in the 1920’s. (I’m guessing the man ‘breaking his neck’ thought one of the ladies was a ‘looker.’)

Whoops, here’s our lake house at Lake Bonaparte, New York, just in the foot hills of the Adirondacks. Thinking this was taken about three years ago. It went down to -25 this year up at the lake. Our camp is in the background.

It can snow a bunch up there- people have landed planes on the ice of Lake Bonaparte and often drive cars over it during the deep winter months.

Speaking of driving….all sorts of methods were developed in the past to glide cars over the snow.

And, at one time, Santa lived in the Adirondacks…People could go meet his reindeer!

Some Europeans are very used to the snow. Here they bask in the daylight warmth at a restaurant!!! I don’t imagine I’d visit unless I’d been served on ice.  Or, as a customer, “Please, may I have five gallons of hot tea, like now….”

Okay, this is interesting…These two gals were sisters and a successful dance/comedy routine in the flapper era…they worked under the name, The Dolly’s….hmmmm,, Hello, Dolly anyone?

Through rain, sleet and snow–they really meant it and still do.

I’m thinking this boy’s love for this doggie has nothing to do with the keg on the dog’s neck.

Do policemen always get it in the end? Nah, they’re just all havin’ fun.

Why am I thinking this isn’t the best way to test the ice? Unless I’m the guy on the far left…

Here’s the deal, people like to do just about anything in the snow. Making snow angels, snow balls as big as a car, snow ball fights are huge, sledding, sliding, rolling on the snow and making snow forts as I did as a kid-it’s all fun! People ski naked, run and jump into snow naked and have a ball(no pun intended) naked* in the snow.

Snow is truly a winter wonderland but for driving. I’ve never heard anyone say, “I love to drive in the snow…” Nope, not once.

But still, snow fall can be magical. I could watch snow fall from my bedroom window as a kid in the street light located on the corner of our property on Long Island. Soft and whirling, silent but so real, the piles of snow upon the trees, yards, cars and street filled my eyes with delight. It all meant that tomorrow there would be no school, and in the morning I’d run out onto the unblemished lawns of blanketed snow to be the first to step across the pristine, smooth snow-fallen landscape. Those foot prints have remained in my heart forever though my red boots have long been cast aside.

There’s magic to life, and snow is part of the wonder.

Now, I’m more than forty years a Florida boy, but I’ve never forgotten snow. Never will.



*you’ll have to google that yourself….



(Click the pic for a larger view.)

The Alachua County Library is a, “self-taxing,” library district. This means citizens in Alachua County pay a small amount of tax on a separate tax line each year that funds their library. It’s a simple self-funding plan that saves the State government from having to spend so much money to keep our local libraries open.

The downtown branch where I work is no small deal—during a recent year an average of three thousand people came to this single branch per day, and the building circulated over one million items .

The Alachua county library district has eleven libraries and two traveling book mobiles. Our planners and facilities department maintains a most effective way to keep costs of operation down throughout the district.

The use of solar power abounds in the district.

Recently, the largest down town branch put in place an AC that cools by using the cheapest electric night-time rates to cool ice that then AC’s the building during the day.

As much as this self-taxing district saves the state government and local citizens that use it, there’s trouble afoot in Tallahassee.

An agenda in Tallahassee right now is to make self-taxing library districts in Florida have citizens to vote every ten years on whether or not they want to maintain their library district. So what’s to worry about?!?!

Here’s the real deal on this—-an important point here is , BONDS! It seems maybe reasonable, maybe, to allow citizens to revisit their vote on having a self-taxing district where they live,  but why vote every ten years? The issue of a library expansion often involves raising a bond that will be paid out over MORE than ten years….so is a bond paid back over twenty years that’s given to an institution that may be dissolve by a citizen’s vote within that time frame secure?!?! No… the Ten Year time frame really would hamstring self-taxing districts from growing/expanding… 

The main point is our Florida Government as it is now seems to dislike self-taxing library districts? Why?  Some think it is because government can’t control these self-taxing districts by cutting or giving funding.  (More, why does it seem republican administrations show a lack of support for libraries in general? It comes to mind that Texas had the lowest state funding for  libraries when ex-president, Bush Jr., was governor!  Why?)

Any library is a beautiful thing.

People love libraries.

And the best news on this just broke!!! This agenda is OFF the table!

Do you love our library? Help us stay in business!

Constitutional Revision Commission Proposal 69 will be discussed in Tallahassee today (1/25) to discuss the possible dissolution of special districts, including Alachua County Library District.

Contact the Finance & Taxation Commissioners below to tell them you support special taxing districts (which our library is funded by). Link with more info and a template letter at…/constitutional-revision-proposition-…

Fred Karlinsky (Chair)
Phone: (954) 951-3548
Tom Grady (Vice Chair)
Phone: (850) 270-1630
Dr. Jose “Pepe” Armas
Rep. Jeanette Nunez
Phone: (305) 227-7630
Sen. Darryl Rouson
Phone: (727) 822-6828
Chris Smith
Nicole Washington
Phone: (786) 309-6022

Power to the people; the people have won!!!!-for now.



I recently did a bulletin board for thanksgiving that makes the point.

It’s time for us all to enjoy the bounty!

I’m asking you man-to-man: how in the world can we find enough man-power to eradicate all those man-made sexist expressions we’ve used all our lives!
I was looking at the man in the moon last night thinking, “Man, this is gonna be tough!”  But a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do; it’s time to be a man about it. It’s time to man-up to the task. …
But first, I have questions…

Luna was the ancient goddess of the moon in Roman mythology…..what face do we see?

This one? This is Luna, but where’d Luna go?

Okay, I do like imaging the Man in the Moon as I do, but then again….

The Greeks had the moon crowded with perhaps better options like, Selene, Moon Goddess of dew.

Sure it’s nice to have a man smiling down at me during late night walks, but Luna may provide more protection…

Or she might provide a bit more warmth to the cold night air. 

But, no, today  Western Civilization sees the Man-in-the-Moon, and to be fair many traditions site the Man as being in the moon for various reasons—he’s caught stealing sticks so he ran to the moon, Dante’s inferno places him in hell up there(?).  African folklore and others have reason why some kid or man was banished to the moon. And yes, even the Roman’s have a guy up there as well but was/is he with Luna?


It does seem inevitable that if a man and women were struggling to claim the moon that the ‘superior’ strength of the stick-stealing, caught thief-of-a-man would win the day, er, night over a Goddess of Love-right? This, by yesterday’s logic BTW.   So much to stamp out; so much to change.


While walking ‘man’s best friend’ through the dark I knew I’d have to take it like a man. After all, I’ve been called a renaissance man by some—never mind the ‘leg-man,’ ‘G-man,’ ‘con-man,’ comments—so I know I have to be a man about this. It’s a man’s world and things are changing.
Talk about a man’s job….
It won’t be easy crawling crawl out of our ‘man-hole’ of linguistic choices. But we have to man handle the list so our words reflect not so much a gender in need but the work that needs to be done. Go on, give it your best shot. I’ll man the desk while you’re at it.
It’s time to start! You know what they say: Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise!
I guess women can sleep in.  Hmmm, but I like to sleep in?!?!
I’m just gonna stop whining like a girl and be a new man about this…
We have choices to make.

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