So Far Away, But So Close

I received a email from my 1st GF this morning. She's in Georgia, and
has ben there for the last 7 years. I'm relieved that she is okay and
such, cause I thought she was one of the victims of 9/11 cause she
worked in one of the towers, on the 61st floor she said. Her company had
moved out when the first bombing happened in the garage. I'm happy about
that cause all this time I thought she had died.

It bothered the hell out of me because the attacks had hit me personally
because of her. Now that she's ok, I feel some type of comfort, hard to
explain. But now she is in the south and I want to reach out to her, see
her in person, to confirm that she is alive. I know she is cause she
wrote, er, emailed me. But this is just to confirm.

Sitting outside of the store at 6:05am using a wireless connection on my
laptop. Its getting cooler, so I won't be doing this much more. I detest
cold weather !!!
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Sharpen Knifes

This guy comes in the store last week, his wife is having a Baby Shower.
She comes to the deli, and she has tasted my cooking. She tells her
husband that she wants her Shower catered by me. My deli manager spoke
with the guy this week. He wants to know how much it cost, its for this
Saturday. My deli manager calls me on my day off to tell me that on
Thursday he wants to talk to me. HELLO, you're the manager, find out
what he wants cooked, how mnay people and then give him a price. But
noooo, he wants to talk with me. Ok

So its on a Saturday. Take in mind that I have to set up the deli, cook
some chickens, cook food for the steam table...and then cook food for
this Shower. When I say I'm not being paid well enough for this position
I hold, I'm telling the truth.
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You Just Don't Forget

It was 9th grade, Walter J. Damrosh JHS 136. My FIRST girlfriend. You
never forget your first, right? That year was 1974, or 75 ? Fast
forward. I'm living in Westchester County, Mount Vernon. I walk to the
Number 2 train station. I worked on 75th street and Broadway,
Citeralla's. On the train she asks me my name and tells me who she is.
Very pretty looking, its her, my first GF !! She's married with
children, we make plans to see each other, but I can't remeber if we
exchanged numbers. Me, I'm cooking everywhere, Westchester County,
Philly, NYC and CT, all over the place. So we got out of touch.

Fast forward a little more. Me working and living in New Rochelle,
working for Stop & Shop. The year 2001. And then the untinkable happens,
9/11. I think she said she worked there. I'm heart broken. Every year
after that I think of her and the last time I saw her on the train,
always pretty, braids in her hair. I search all data bases for her name,
but remembered she is married, and might have her husbands last name.

FF one more time, present day. On the F train, thinking of her again.
FACEBOOK !! It comes to mind. Get home search her name that I knew her
as. Profiles come up, some with pictures. One has a pic of the D, 4 and
5 train saying Yankee Stadium, so I send a message. FOUND HER !!!
Received an email from my FB page, requested add...... 2day is a GOOD
DAY !!
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Monday, My Friday

I kind of like that I have Tuesdays off instead of Thursdays. My manager
cchanged my day of a couple of months ago. At ffirst I fought for my
Thursdays, but now, I find out it better for me accross the board. Not
gonna get into why and all, its just is.

It never fails, my Fridays, it seems that some customer trys to give me
a hard time. This time the store manager was in the deli. Customer says
she wants some cheese. Ia sk herw what kind of cheese and she points to
the cheese diaplay. There are about 10 different cheeses displayed. I
know it nothing to point to each cheese and ask her, but come on people,
help me out here. After the fourth pointing, which was swiis cheese, I
told swiss cheese, and ask her how much? She has the nerve to tell me to
slow down and take it easy. Note... some people shouldn't leave their
house after the just have taken their medication. When they are out in
the street, medications always kick in. You're not in the confines of
your home, and some people might not take to your smart remarks. She
also told me I should find another line of work to be in, that this
field isn't for me. I told her I've been doing this for over 30 years,
and that some people shouldn't leave their house when they just have
taken their medications. She says, you're right and we both laugh. The
store manager laughed too. But its true ya know.

Read in the newspaper about Google Voice. Before it was Google Voice, it
was Grandcentral, then Google bought the software, program or whatever.
This was back in 2007. The only way to get GV is by invitation, just as
how Google mail was. With GM, after you received an invite from someone,
or searched the net, on you home page you were given 50 invites to hand
out, but not with Google Voice.

About a 2 months ago, I received my email about phone numbers were
avaiable in my area NYC. Clicked on the link and followed the
instructions. Set up my voice mail, coped my phone number down, and
bookmarked my page. Glad I did the bookmark part. About a week ago, I
tried to get to my page from memory and I couldn't remember it. But
remembered I bookmarked it though, and started playing with it. This
service is GREAT !!!

This is theonly number you should ever need for anything. You can text,
call, and check your mail from you homepage. A voice mail is translated
to text on your home page. If some one calls your home, cell or any
device, it has call screening, you can choose to answer. You don't
answer, you receive a text on your device of 2who is calling. If your
device has the function, you can actually listen to the voice mail, if
not, like I said, it translates the voicemail to text. If you are on
your homepage on the net and want to make a call, type in the number.
Your cell or landline phone rings, then connects you to your call. WOW,
wow, wow !!1 one number and all your phones recieves the call. No need
to give out your home, cell or any other number, just your Google Voice
number. But get this..its all free, but said to say, no invites on your
Google Voice page to hand out. Gmail just came out of beta, so Gvoice
will probably go into beta very soon also. Neat azz proggie if ya ask
me.
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Sunday's

Since football season has started, and I have to close the deli on
Sunday nights... I a little off about working on Sundays period. But
Sunday's are a time and a half day, and I can use the money. Its not
like I want to work for free. Now if I had a dvr, there would be no
problem. Ah, but there is.

One of my housemates, she also works where I work at, she a cashier, she
was transfered to another store today. Well today is her last day at my
location. I wish I had a picture of her, but I had to formatted my
external hard drive, and everything on it was wiped clean. I just wanted
to show you what she looks like. She REALLY pretty. Another thing is
that she's young, 21 years old. Some may say that old enough. But if you
have a consious, you would think otherwise like I do. She knows and my
othe housemate know, that I'm really into the both of them. The way
things are now, like I said, are nice. I can put up with just
looking..and wishing...and HOPING that one night they will BOTH
'sleepwalk' into my room. Doubt if that's gonna happen though.

Two of my co workers 'were' dating one another, until something happened
with a cash depost. Each blamed one naother also. Neither of them lost
any pay, time, or hours, but the relationship is over. She's an innocent
cute young woman, nice small and tight, meaning her body. Cute face and
I can stare into her eyes all day long if she allowed me to. Her mother
also works at the job. I think her mother is around my age too. I spoke
with the mother, asking her when is she inviting me over for dinner. She
said soon. I think she knows that I'm interested in her daughter, which
I am. Again she is younger than me, about 18 or 19 years old. But I
still would go over the house for dinner cause that's the type of guy I
am.

I'm heading upstate to Poughkeepsie, again. On the F tarin to Grand
Central, then a train upstate. Its nice and quiet up there, and the
leaves are beginning to change. I plan on going further north, like ski
country as soon after the first good amount of snow falls. I promised
myself that I am going to learn to snowboard this winter. I don't plan
on buying my board until next winter, this winter is practice. I hope I
get a chance to go.
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We're Movin' on Up....

See, that's why I love my job and love waiting on the customers that I
serve. Woman approached me this morning, ans aked me did I know of
anyone wanting to rent an aprtment. In a private house, basement
aprtment, private entrance, full use of the backyard, washer & dryer,
and get this FREE wireless internet. All for 600 a month, or 150 a week.
I might jump on it. But I have a phobia about living in a basement
though, guess I can get over it
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'Come and Knock on Our Door'...

Three's Company Too. I had lived in Queens before, Kew Gardens. Then I
was renting an attic aprtment, back in the early 80's, for 1150 dollars
a month. Then about 7 years later, in Kew Gardens again, rented out a
room with 2 female housemates. That was interesting cause they were
beautiful, breathtaking, and they picked me as a housemate. Problems
arised when they took me as in house security. Figuring they can act a
nut in the clubs, lead a guy on and take them home, and then attempt to
throw them out. The guys were there for one reason only...sex, and these
2 girls led them into thinking that was going to happen. Me, being in my
room would hear all this noise, them trying to get these guys out and
me, I could only take so much. First time I said nothing. But by the 4th
time, I would come out of my room and help throw these guys out. The
10th time, I moved out, they had issues.

Now I live in a nice private house, with my own room. The 2 females that
are single sleeping in the room next to mine are VERY pretty, and you
know what's on my mind. That and more. So I like the arrangments I have,
even though nothings happening.
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DAYTOP

Since there aren't any coffee trucks by the library I'm at, or at least
I don't know where they are at, I went searching. I walked by a DayTop
which USE TO BE located at. And yes, I'm a graduate, Springwood House,
Rhienbeck, NY. Don't ask, long story. It was when I 'continued' to think
I could do what I wanted to do. The good thing about employment,
constant employment, is that the courts take into consideration that not
all people are bad, they just tend to do bad things...sometimes.

You know something, I'm trying to figure out the closing of this
location. Has drug use really fallen that below, that facilites are
closing. Or is it cause the rent is too high, and they can't afford the
rent? DayTop is known world wide, I can't see it being the latter, rent
problems. Out on Long Island, Suffolk County. They are having problems
with herion use, so maybe a facility opened there. But you would figure
they would keep all their city ficilies open, guess not.
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Don't Mess With My....

...my MONEY !!! You can mess with my girlfriend, and even sleep with my
wife or girlfriend. You can talk about my family memebers, curse them
out and shit. But one thing you don't do..DON'T FUCK WITH MY MONEY !!!
Straight cheese people..

I work way too hard for the lousy pay I get. I work long and hard hours
too. On my feet from 8 to 9 hours a day, 6 days a week. I know, I know.
Well why don't I get a better job you may ask. HELLO !!! We are in a
reccession, and 2 years ago a guy like me would apply online for jobs,
get interviews and NOT go. I was being lazy. At the time of applying it
seemed like a good idea, but when interview day came around..... So,
right now jobs are a little bit hard to come by, soooo, I stay where I'm
at. But, there's the feeling of one day, just one day, the strings will
be cut and I will be out of a job. But I continue to look at the market
though. The market is beginning to pick up again, slowly.

If I come to work everyday and do what I'm suppose to do with the best
of my ability, I expect my pay should be in order. Don't tell me 'some
one had to take the fall', don't tell me, 'well, that's how I do
things', cause that's not how its suppose to be done. I've been in this
business for over 25, 30 years, and worked with plenty of companies in
the food service indusrty, and that's not how its done. See, employers
and their flunkies, mostly the flunkies, managers and assistant managers
try to empress the owners. This act relays that as a manager, I can be
hard as nails, I can keep the troops in line. But in my field, customers
see this and they speak about it. Especially if you're the type of
employee that always goout of your way to help everyone in the store.
These so called managers always try and make themselves look good. Hey,
at times I make BIG mistakes, and I am first to admit when I'm wrong,
you have to, its called intergrity. But when you're wrong, you're
wrong.

When you bullshit me to cover up your mistakes, I get angry for one main
reason. You're trying to cover up your BS with your title. I don't give
a fuck if your my superior. I don't give a fuck even if your my equal,
its bullshit that I have problem with. So when you tell me, ' cause
that's how you do things, and always have did things', I'm going to go
off the hook right at ya. Enough of this, I'm getting angry again, a day
later.
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Septtember 23rd 8:29pm

I like the Fall for many reasons. Its not too hot, and its not too cold.
The best of both seasons. I mentioned to a customer about her car that I
saw her get into, it was a small convertable, a two seater. Driving thru
upstate NY, leaves changing their colors and the wind against your face.
I can see why dogs hang their faces out of car windows. Its a great,
wonderful feeling.

Along with the changing of the weather, brings on the changing of Fall
tv shows. These networks have it all wrong though. Right when you get
used to the story line, they cancel the show because Nelso. Ratings says
not that many viewers are viewing it. Ok, make another network and place
all the cancel shows on it, and give the viewers what they want I say.
Another issue to me is that the two shows I want to watch come on at the
sme time, but different channels, so I have to choose one or the other.
What I do is watch one, and download the other. But there's an issue
with that too, my 'borrowed' internet connection comes and goes, right
now, its gone. All that will change in 8 months, changing cable provider
and getting high speed access...and a dvr. Should solve some of my
problems.

Not enough hours in the day is another thing. I'm on my feet at work for
8 to 9 hours, so I must get my rest. I work 6 days a week..can you say
welcome to the rat race boys and girls. So choosing sleep over tv seems
best for me, but I like my tv. Like I said, things will work out a
couple a months from now.
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One Hour and Twenty-eight Minutes to Go

That's how much time is left in my day. Its not bad working the counter,
but early in the morning, most people tend to just wake up in front of
my counter. They tell me they want a pound of this, when they really are
saying to themselves they want a half a pound of that. What wakes the up
is the price. Oh yeah, they blame me cause they say I didn't hear what
they said in tghe first place.

Since school is back, all the teachers from the school are dropping by.
This one teacher, we got a thing for each other, but we both love our
own alone time. So we went into detail a little about what we both want.
Seems we are on the same page. She also wants to know why I don't have a
girlfriend. I have friends who are females. Gave her my email address,
she asked for it, so I will see where it goes.
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One of The Basics Is....

WATER !! We, I need it to survive, right? Not only for drinking, but for
washing our asses. So why is it my landlord has a problem with supplying
it? I mean for taking showers. She said that he water bill each month is
too high. This is coming from a woman who washes the front sidewalk and
waters her garden every fucking' day !!1

I NEED to take a shower twice a day cause I work with food. This shit
really pisses me off. Gonna say something to her today, fuck this. Its
about to get cold soon, and if she does this with water, I wonder what
the heating will be like.
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Gotta Keep em Seperated !!

I haven't been making entries lately. Its not like I have nothing to
say, just been tired, lazy. All that's gonna change boys & girls.
Starting 2morrow, and every other dy afterwards, I will force myself to
make my say.

Like stuff, things, issues come up every day with me. Nothing that's
gonna make me lose it. But there have been times when I thought I was
gonna starting killing again. Some people look inside the box while
standing on the outside. They have never been IN the box, but looking on
the outside in, makes them think they know what's going on. But, they
haveno idea, oh well.

Monday, Wednesday and Friday....with more pictures too.
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Imagine This If You Will.

Put this image in your head, its a broad one. Try and figure out where
I'm, this is all going.

The mid west, open counrty. All of a sudden hundreds, well not hundreds,
but a lot of communties spring up from no where. Brand new homes, 2 and
3 bedroom homes with back yards. The back yards measure 7 car lengthd
long and 3 car lengths wide. For one community there are about 100 to
250 homes, with in the center of all of this, is a community club house.
This club house can hold about 300 to 400 people, that's seated, at ONE
feeding. This means the kitchen is large enough to handle this many
people, thismany meals per day. But get this, its 4 club houses that
look like one. So that's 1600 people that can be fed.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, and its just not one community,
there are about 100 to 200 of them just sitting there. The homes are
your typical family homes, but if you look closer at them, tey aren't
what they seem. NONE of the homes have kitchens, but there are
bathrooms. These bathrooms are just a toliet and a single shower. The
showers look as if no thought of mind went into building them. Ok, you
got this picture? Lets move on.

Now these homes have been sitting here for a while, lets say, 2 to 3
years. No one is moving into them just yet. There are security guards
that raom the area to make sure no one is damaging the property,
stealing any of the property.

You get a phone call in the middle of the day, its a telemarketer,
asking you are you interested in owning some prime real estate at
bargain prices, prices you won't believe. They are willing to fly you
outto see the property, all on them of course. They are relentless. The
keep calling after you said no so many times, but you finally give in,
and you want to see this property.

There is a ticket waiting for you at the airport in your name and all.
You have 2 bags with you and you expect to have to check one of them.
But no, you are allowed to carry BOTH of then on to the plain. Car is
waiting for you with a driver at your final distination. 2 hour drive to
this property, er..community...in the middle of FUCKING NOWHERE !!
Serious, if you don't have a car, you can't get to this place.

The place is like a ghost town, but its VERY clean. Except for the
security people that roam the community, there is no one else around. I
sat down and talked with one of the salesmen, this is the deal. 600
dollar morgage for each house, a property manager who selects clients to
live in the hose. I can't move in personally til after 10 years. If I
die, the house goes back to the government, can't be handed down to
family memebers. I have to have a bank account. All of this to me is ok,
but I have to obtain a lawyer to go over the paperwork, which is being
mailed to me.

Sounds strange to me, but I'm gonna wait and see.
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62 Days of Leave Time, What To Do ?

So, I left Germany, and I had an 8 hour flight back to The US of A. As
we were approaching NY, the Captain said that the plane was being re
routed to Newart Airport, we were suppose to land at McQuire Air Force
Base. I haven't been in The States in 3 years, what did I know.

I started thinking, shit now I have to lug my baggage to McQuire AFB,
and leave from there. But wait, they had a shuttle bus that would take
us there for free, no charge. Got on the bus and started talking with
the driver. Told him I was from NY. He asked me why was I going in the
other direction. FUCK !! The driver told me he had to reurn to Newart
airport, so I could ride back. Once I got back there, it was like
everyone had left, it was empty. This guy approached me and pulled out a
knife. I carried a Buck knife on my belt, this was way before 9/11, so
it was legal. I pulled mine out and he ran. Great, first day back and
some one tries to stick me up. Fuck this, I took a cab from the airport
to The Bronx, cost me 80 dollars.

I haven't seen my family in like 3 whole years, so everyone look
different to me, older, aged. But that's suppose to happen right? I didn't think that I had changed at all, but to my family eyes, I did also. They said that I got older, which was true, 3 years older. But a lot was different about me, on the inside. To this day, its still the same. One, I was use to making my own decisons, and staying with them, going by them. I learned in The Army that when you amke a choice, its your choice, your decisions and no one else. Anther thing was that all I cared about was me. I know that sounds selfish, but it isn't. I learned to keep my feelings inside, and not to show them. I wasn't afraid of being hurt or anything, but my feelings are my feelings. I learned to say whats on my mind, not bite my togune so to speak. They couldn't and to this day don't understand this or me, I think. So, my 62 days home on leave was something different and strange to me and those around me.

My family moved to a new neighborhood the day after I went into Basic Training, so I thought I didn't know anyone. I wass wrong, three brothers also lived there that I knew when I was in grade school, The Gamble brothers. Tony, the youngest, was the one that I grew close to. But that relationship was strained also. He was younger than me, and he didn't nor has he experience all the shit that I had in the last 3 years. But we hung out and did stuff together. New York City, The Bronx was all new to me again, but like anything and all the training I have been through, I quickly adapted. My 62 days came and went. My next stop was Fort Dix, NJ. I re enlisted for a new job title, 64 Charlie, Truck Driver, and I was about to enter another training phase.

US Army... Part 10, I think.

I left Germany on March 15th, 1980. Mind you now, I spent from September
3, 1977 to March 15th, 1980, all overseas. I never got the chance to
come home stateside to see my family. That was due to something I said.

Since my unit was an Artillery unit, and a Self Propelled Howizter Unit
and we were Nuclear Capable, we had a Special Weapons Team. I was on
that team. I had a Top Secret Nuc Clearenace. My job function on this
team started out as a Guard. About 3 manuals, 100 to 200 pages thick,
plus all the basic Army stuff, I had to memorize. Training was around
the clock, this meaning that at any given time, most likely when I'm in
bed at 2am, the would assemble the team for training. Me and my
teammates would have to be ready to pull out in about 30 minutes from
the time we were notified. That didn't help if you just got into bed at
1am or so. But what cause me not to see The United States, was my fault.
It was during one of those 2am musters and another instance, that cuased
me from flying to The Unite States. This is what happened.

In Germany they are Soviet Spys that drive around in cars, and they have
these special plates on their cars. If you see one, note the time, place
and plate number, report it, and then move on. I was in a Wienerwald, a
German version of a McDonalds ordering some food. A guy offered to buy
me a drink. After about 3 rounds, he told me that he had all the spec to
our M60 Machine gun. Me and my dumb ass self told him that so what, I
had about 200 of them, and I have access to as many as I need. Instead
of reporting it, I let it go. Later on, eraly in the morning, Special
Weapons Team had to assemble, and I was still drunk. Stood in the
freezing cold for about 3 hours and I completely lsot it. I bought up
the incedent about meeting a guy and what we were discussing. Some one
on my team reported me. I wqas called into Headquarters, and was
questioned. Cause I was tired and STILL drunk, I said, ' is hould have
gave him all the secrets' Not a good decison on my part. 2 days later I
was told that I could go any place I feel, but not to the United States.
Second instance was this.

Another inspection by The Department of Defense, some guys from
Washington, DC came to inspect us. We were already in the field for 2
and a half days, and were about to go back to the barracks. Then they
called Special Weapons to set up. While the rest of the unit went back
to the barracks, Special Weapons drove around for 3 hours, and then we
were to set up. My zone was a mile out from the vechile we were guarding
that carried a nuke warhead, not a real one. For 10 hours in the middle
of winter, I stood there waiting for the inspectors to come. From
nowhere, and I was watching, they showed up with my Company Commander.
Some Full Bird and a bunch of his flunkies. What happened in the next
few minutes would have me staying away from The United States for a
couple of years.

When they approached me, I took in the whole situation. The reason for
this was I was freezing, and these guys just got out of a warm staff car
which probbably had the heater going full blast. The Full Bird walked up
to me, and I challenged him like I was suppose to. 'Halt who is there',
'Halt who ist das'. I challenged him for the password to enter my zone
of coverage, big mistake on his part when he didn't know the password
that he was suppose to give me back. My mind is thinking now, what am I
suppose to do. I look atmy Commander and he had a worried look on his
face. Was this a game, were the seeing if I knew my shit. I continued to
look at both of them and then there was a gust of wind that chilled me
to my bones. That's what all it took, I was freezing and I was standing
here for this Bullshit. The Full Bird ask me a question, and I thought I
heard him wrong, so I asked him to repeat it again. Strike two and the
final strike was among us. He asked me how was the food in the messhall.
Oh shit !!

Actually, the food was pretty good, but that was neither here or there.
I was in the field, waiting to be inspected, the rest of the unit was
back at the barracks, shitted, showered and shaved...WARM !! This
asshole..excuse me, this Officer was asking me about food in the
messhall. I think my Commander heard it, cause I heard it too, so I
looked at him. Its when your mind just snaps. Oh yeah, you and others
can hear it. Its like the air around you just comes alive and nothing
within 50 meters is safe. Being that this Officer was, and was is a good
word, was standing right in front of me...I freakin' snapped. I loaded
and locked a full clip of M16a1 magazine. I said the following out
loud...'Halt who is there, halt who is there. Halt who is dast, halt who
is dast. Load and lock one full round magazine, shoot one warning shot,
in which I did into the air. Shoot to wound, shoot to kill'. The last
sentence, I didn't shoot to wound or shoot to kill. But EVERYONE thought
I was about to when I fired a warning shot into the air. See, my
Commander knew that all the zGuards had live ammo. The inspectors
thought they were blanks, which all of them changed their minds and
probably their religion after my Commander started freaking out. When he
started freaking out, I hit the Full Bird with the butt of my M16 right
in the head, fixed my bayonet to my M16, and after he was on the ground,
out cold, place the blade against his neck and told everyone not to
move. All of this happened to me in like very fucking slow montion, but
actually tool about 15 to 20 seconds.

Ok, this guy is on the ground, knife to his throat and me crying. That's
right crying. I was crying cause this asshole asked me about food in the
messhall and I couldn't feel my toes or my fingers, that's how cold I
was. Like I said his uniform was new, boots spit shined and freshly
shaved. Me, I looked like I was a broaken down car or something. All of
a sudden I wasn't seeing red any more. It seemed like the birds were
singing and it was warm outside. He got up off the ground and I was, how
can I say this, I was fucked up. That's right they started beating the
shit out of me. Being that I was cold, freezing, I didn't feel any pain,
well not until I was locked up at the Military Police Station, and I was
nice and warm. That's when I started feeling pain.

No charges were pressed, I could've been court marshalled. The officer
said that, get this, I was doing my job. The Company Commander said that
with all my iisues, he wasn't taking any chances with me going stateside
on leave and not coming back...alive. So I couldn't see the States until
my 3 year tour was up in Germany. That was March 16th, 1980. I went home
for 62 days leave, and then had to report to Fort Dix for Truck Driver
school, that's what I re enlisted for, I changed my job title. Now the
REAL fun was about to start.
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TV

Lately, I have been watching some good tv. Some of it regular bradcast
tv, most of it of what I have been downlaoding. I noticed something
though, American broadcasting is different form Acroos the Pond.
Meaning, The BBC.

I have been downloading some BBC stuff that talking about some
interesting topis. Honey bees, world food shortage. I notice about the
honey bees a couple of months ago, but what I watched is really scary.
Not to mentioned, the food crisis that we are about to be involved in.
That's even scairer.

We, as Americans don't really see the issue about food. Because, all we
do is go to the supermarkets, grocery stores and pick what we want off
the shelves. But what if we aren't able to do that any more. What if it
became like some of these third world countries, here in The United
States. Who would eat better, only the rich? I don't even want to think
like that because it becomes frightening all over again.

Here, in the good old US of A, broadcasting tv, and cable don't even
mention or show what really needs to be known. Not until its too late
and then the public is all in a panic. Since I work with food and the
public, I see what people buying and spending habits are. Most people
will buy because of a brand name and not because of the cost. All that
will change in the next couple of years though if things continue as
they are.

That, and among other things.
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I'm Just Gonna Put This Out There

I wondered what happened. Was it me? Of course it was, had to be. I
don't really know what to say, but this..... I miss you, the special
moments, the closeness. The feelings I knew what you were looking for,
and it was me if couldn't give you what you wanted. I could say I can
change that, but that wouldn't be honest, that's not me. All I can say
is that I'm sorry for that, wished it could've been different. But, I
still miss you, all of you. Making love to you is different, was
different. All that you included.
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Vets

Because my job brings me in contact with the public, I get to meet all
types of people. The one gtoup of people that I'm always happy to hold
converstions with are veterans. They come from all branches of the Armed
Forces, but mostly I've been running across Army Vets.

This one guy yesterday came to my counter and held a nice little
conversation with me. It started off with his son, who is only 15 years
old and weighs he said, 330 pounds. He told me that its all muscle, and
that he in training for next year games. How I found out that he was a
Vet was that he led me through the tough times that he's going through.
Its not money tough times, its not being able to do things with his son
like he wants to.

This guy is 59 years old but looks like he is in his early 30's, no
shit. He told me he was stationed in Germany and we compared units, he
was a MP, Military Police. After what has happened to him, because of
his Military choice, I consider him a great person to have met.
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This Book I'm Reading

I used to read a whole lot. When I mean a whole lot, I'm mean a WHOLE
LOT. I always had a couple of books and magazines in my bakpack. That
was when I was living in Brooklyn and working in Queens. Now that I live
about 10 and a half minutes from work, all I ever read are the
newspapers, about 3 to 4 of them a day. Well I started reading this one
book. 'Loving Women', by Pete Hamil.

Won't tell you what's its about until I get to the end of it, but I read
the auther before, I think. One of his books is named, 'Forever'. If you
come across this title, pick it up, you won't be able to place it down.

The story is about a young kid who joines The Navy, and he's from
Brooklyn, NY. Sounds fimilar, huh? He gets stationed in Flordia after
coming off of leave staright out of Basic Training. This book in some
ways is mocking my life. But one thing its doing is jumping ahead, to
his adult years at the beginning of each chapter, then it jumps back to
when he was in the service. Its a good read, can't put it down. I ride
the trains just to read it. Funny thing about that too.

Saw an article in Sunday's NY Times about people who read on the trains.
Some people can, and some people can't read on the trains. Its the
rocking of the trains that get me into the rythum of reading I think. I
can also sleep on the trains, haven't missed my stop yet.
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Some People Just Don't Live Up to Their...

I was putting off seeing this young lady for a good while now, almost a
whole year. No, it hasn't been a whole year yet. The last time I saw her
it was still cold, so it had to be around January or Febuary, I think.
That last time it cost me 100 dollars of my HARD earned money. I said
that I would turn her loose, never call her or go to see her. I
should've listen to myself.

Me and my dumb ass self, went to The Bronx to see her. I mean, I left
work, it was slow, and I took 3 buses to go see her. Should've went and
stayed home. Without going into detail, she totaly changed. Her looks,
and the way she carries herself, all different. I know she doesn't use
drugs or drink. But some people who don't do neither of the 2, still can
and will have the same motive as a person who does.

10 minutes after seeing her, I went about my business. Didn't make up
anexcuse or anything, just cold jumped on the tran. I know she will
call, and leave a message on my cell phone. I at leats owe her an
explantation, well I think I do. I was totally disappointed, and will be
for a LONG time. Prior to the last time I saw her she was looking and
soing good. But not this time. I thank God, that I'm not that way any
more, not to say that I was, but I could have been.

I will tell her about herself, some one has to, its only right.
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