My co worker mentioned to me something that he saw on the news, I think it was what he heard on the radio on his drive in to work.
A woman, a Black young woman, who was babysitting was thrown off the public bus by the bus driver in the pouring rain. This morning, I heard it mentioned on the radio, so I did some checking up on it. The bus company is that of Rochester, NY, RTS. The woman had 2 small children, I think they said the kids were 1 year olds. The children and a stroller, she was having a hard time managing. Another rider got off the bus they were both on. He got off to HELP her on to another bus, the bus she was thrown off of. I don't know what was the problem. The woman offered to pay, and she did, for the man who helped her on the this bus. The fact that the bus wasn't the man's bus, but he was there to help her. The bus driver got angry, for what, I don't know and told her she had to leave. When she said she wasn't, because she said she didn't do anything wrong, the bus driver called the police. When the police came, they said that they have no say so in the matter and if the driver wants her off the bus, he has the authority to do so, and that they, the police are there to make sure it happens. WHAT THE FUCK??
It was raining so hard that in some parts of the city and the surrounding areas, power went out. It was rumored, that it was TWO tornadoes in the area. The same 2 that destroyed a town out in the Western part of the United States. So, this bus driver had that much POWER that he and other bus drivers can have passengers thrown off the bus? AND, the police have no say so in any of what was happening? Oh, I emailed my letters to the company and the Mayor of this city wanting to know what is being done about this.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Happy Father's Day
I am not a Father, though I wish I was. Guess it wasn't in the cards. But, I did and...lets say, I've have had the practice in. Ha Ha.
This morning I read an article in the newspaper. The write told of how and the local jail, which is a 10 storied building, how this guy was yelling from the window at his girlfriend/wife and his kids, 3 of them... Telling them to listen to their mother and to 'be' nice. A lot went through my head on those couple of paragraphs.
One, him yelling AT his kids FROM a jail cell, IN JAIL. If something isn't wrong with that picture. AND him telling his kids to listen to their mother and to BE nice. If..that just isn't right. This guy has no one else to blame, but himself really.
I told the writer in an email how I felt. I know my thoughts, put into words had me all over the place too. All I checked was my spelling, and thank God for Spell Check also.
I don't care what society says about single parent mother's on Father's Day. Ladies, you aren't your kids father, you are your kids MOTHER. I think that what's the problem is today. Women, trying and filling the shoes of these deadbeat ass men. But, I'm not blaming it on us men either, you women have a say so in it too. Have you ever heard of birth control. And that bullshit, 'oh, he loves me' crap isn't cutting it either. No ring on your finger, should me no kids!!
Damn women today, not all but some, saying..no, telling us men all kinds of bullshit, when you have 2 kids by 2 different guys. Telling me that they have had a tough time growing up, that they are looking and searching for that ONE man. Honey, 3 kids, by 3 different guys and no ring? That ship has sailed.
Some of you men...you lazy pieces of shit!! What you're doing is creating monsters of and for the future with these kids you abandon to be raised by JUST their mothers. Oh, you beat your chest and say.." I have a kid here, and one here, and another here. But I can't blame you or how you turned out, that shit is in your genes. Your mother's mother's mother...same thing, different time. Hey, say thing in my family..but you know what? My mother's kids, we broke the mold. No ring, no kids. As for the men in my family, oh we are picky when we choose a wife or what ever. Although I may sound like I'm a dog, I'm a Pure Bred.
And, the way...listen. At one time or another we all went to school and had the BASICS in school. The way some of these adults talk while trying to hold a conversation. I'm sorry that I even try and engage you in one because I'm left freaking confused as ever and off the topic we were discussing. I asked, can we talk regular talk and I get strange looks. Its not what I'm use to really and I'm lost in your translation. You would think I was talking to a teenager, a young adult, no. These ARE GROWN people my AGE!! AND some have the nerve to say I talk funny..me and my High School dropout, G.E.D. language. I may not no those 'big' words, and I paraphrase a lot, but to NORMAL everyday people, I get my point across.
Went to the library 1 block from where I live. This place is a..it's huge, with MANY activities going on in the building. More or less a community center. The library itself..is a playground!! Loud, noisy, no control, little children running up and down the isles. But you have to look at the people who are working there. After showing my ID for a library card, I asked about getting eBooks sent to my eReader. It was like I was speaking a different language all together. No, I didn't say my Smartphone lady, I said a eReader, a digital device to read books. None the less, she didn't know anything about them any way. Okay I asked about if there was a charge for printing, no there wasn't. She explained to me on 'how' to print from a computer, stopped her and told her I repair computers as a past time hobby. THAT upset her so much that she thought I was questioning her knowledge cause she DOES work in a library. HELLO, you don't even know about eReaders in this day and age of Tablets AND eReaders to warrant or EVEN think about looking it up online in front of that BIG ASS electronic thing called a computer. But no, you're busy updating you Facebook page, Liking and Commenting on STUPID SHIT!!
Oh, enjoy Father;s Day everyone.
This morning I read an article in the newspaper. The write told of how and the local jail, which is a 10 storied building, how this guy was yelling from the window at his girlfriend/wife and his kids, 3 of them... Telling them to listen to their mother and to 'be' nice. A lot went through my head on those couple of paragraphs.
One, him yelling AT his kids FROM a jail cell, IN JAIL. If something isn't wrong with that picture. AND him telling his kids to listen to their mother and to BE nice. If..that just isn't right. This guy has no one else to blame, but himself really.
I told the writer in an email how I felt. I know my thoughts, put into words had me all over the place too. All I checked was my spelling, and thank God for Spell Check also.
I don't care what society says about single parent mother's on Father's Day. Ladies, you aren't your kids father, you are your kids MOTHER. I think that what's the problem is today. Women, trying and filling the shoes of these deadbeat ass men. But, I'm not blaming it on us men either, you women have a say so in it too. Have you ever heard of birth control. And that bullshit, 'oh, he loves me' crap isn't cutting it either. No ring on your finger, should me no kids!!
Damn women today, not all but some, saying..no, telling us men all kinds of bullshit, when you have 2 kids by 2 different guys. Telling me that they have had a tough time growing up, that they are looking and searching for that ONE man. Honey, 3 kids, by 3 different guys and no ring? That ship has sailed.
Some of you men...you lazy pieces of shit!! What you're doing is creating monsters of and for the future with these kids you abandon to be raised by JUST their mothers. Oh, you beat your chest and say.." I have a kid here, and one here, and another here. But I can't blame you or how you turned out, that shit is in your genes. Your mother's mother's mother...same thing, different time. Hey, say thing in my family..but you know what? My mother's kids, we broke the mold. No ring, no kids. As for the men in my family, oh we are picky when we choose a wife or what ever. Although I may sound like I'm a dog, I'm a Pure Bred.
And, the way...listen. At one time or another we all went to school and had the BASICS in school. The way some of these adults talk while trying to hold a conversation. I'm sorry that I even try and engage you in one because I'm left freaking confused as ever and off the topic we were discussing. I asked, can we talk regular talk and I get strange looks. Its not what I'm use to really and I'm lost in your translation. You would think I was talking to a teenager, a young adult, no. These ARE GROWN people my AGE!! AND some have the nerve to say I talk funny..me and my High School dropout, G.E.D. language. I may not no those 'big' words, and I paraphrase a lot, but to NORMAL everyday people, I get my point across.
Went to the library 1 block from where I live. This place is a..it's huge, with MANY activities going on in the building. More or less a community center. The library itself..is a playground!! Loud, noisy, no control, little children running up and down the isles. But you have to look at the people who are working there. After showing my ID for a library card, I asked about getting eBooks sent to my eReader. It was like I was speaking a different language all together. No, I didn't say my Smartphone lady, I said a eReader, a digital device to read books. None the less, she didn't know anything about them any way. Okay I asked about if there was a charge for printing, no there wasn't. She explained to me on 'how' to print from a computer, stopped her and told her I repair computers as a past time hobby. THAT upset her so much that she thought I was questioning her knowledge cause she DOES work in a library. HELLO, you don't even know about eReaders in this day and age of Tablets AND eReaders to warrant or EVEN think about looking it up online in front of that BIG ASS electronic thing called a computer. But no, you're busy updating you Facebook page, Liking and Commenting on STUPID SHIT!!
Oh, enjoy Father;s Day everyone.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Thursday...
On the 25th of June, I'm taking a trip back to The Bronx, and...
...my main reason for going is that on that night, at 7 pm, there is a Hip Hop celebration in Crotona Park in The Bronx. All the old school Rappers and people in the music business are suppose to show up. I hear a concert is going to happen. We will see.
Three days later, I will have had 3 months away from where I was born and raised. Bus leaves at 8 am and gets there at 3 pm. Returning, leaves at 11:30 pm and gets here at 4:55 am. 5 hours and 5 minutes later, I will have to be at work. SWEET!! No biggie, 6 hour bus ride and I will be sleeping all the way. What am I going to do in NYC?
I planned as much as I can to the last detail, but knowing me and NYC, things can change. I was going to get a motel room, but I know too many people other than family, that can and will put me up. But being away, even this short amount of time, people change. And sometimes it's for the worse. I'm going to stay with my ex/girlfriend, she is taking Thursday off, and is expecting m. She lives outside of NYC, about an hour away. Yes, I still need and want peace and quiet.
Thing is...all my plans will change if I meet this certain some one from my past, who I expect will be at this gatherng on Wednesday night. If that happens, things will for sure change. No matter what, I'm not missing bus bus, I am not calling out, missing a day from work. But, if she shows up, if I see her across the ay there... I'm homing in like a heat seeking missile. The last time I seen her was in the late 80's, but she is a friend of a friend and this friend isn't saying anything about her. To me that means that it is a surprise...for me. And, if that happens, I'm leaving with her and getting a room somewhere fast!!
There are people I want to meet up with a see my short time there, but...I don't know, they have to be available for me to see. Like family and friends. It seems that people are always too busy and not wanting to take the time, break their schedule. They aren't flexible.
...my main reason for going is that on that night, at 7 pm, there is a Hip Hop celebration in Crotona Park in The Bronx. All the old school Rappers and people in the music business are suppose to show up. I hear a concert is going to happen. We will see.
Three days later, I will have had 3 months away from where I was born and raised. Bus leaves at 8 am and gets there at 3 pm. Returning, leaves at 11:30 pm and gets here at 4:55 am. 5 hours and 5 minutes later, I will have to be at work. SWEET!! No biggie, 6 hour bus ride and I will be sleeping all the way. What am I going to do in NYC?
I planned as much as I can to the last detail, but knowing me and NYC, things can change. I was going to get a motel room, but I know too many people other than family, that can and will put me up. But being away, even this short amount of time, people change. And sometimes it's for the worse. I'm going to stay with my ex/girlfriend, she is taking Thursday off, and is expecting m. She lives outside of NYC, about an hour away. Yes, I still need and want peace and quiet.
Thing is...all my plans will change if I meet this certain some one from my past, who I expect will be at this gatherng on Wednesday night. If that happens, things will for sure change. No matter what, I'm not missing bus bus, I am not calling out, missing a day from work. But, if she shows up, if I see her across the ay there... I'm homing in like a heat seeking missile. The last time I seen her was in the late 80's, but she is a friend of a friend and this friend isn't saying anything about her. To me that means that it is a surprise...for me. And, if that happens, I'm leaving with her and getting a room somewhere fast!!
There are people I want to meet up with a see my short time there, but...I don't know, they have to be available for me to see. Like family and friends. It seems that people are always too busy and not wanting to take the time, break their schedule. They aren't flexible.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Church, Slenderman
Okay where do I start. I will start with Slenderman.
I heard about what those 2 12 year olds did, and that's bad.Here is my say so on the matter....
They believed what they believed because they read it on the internet, or in some book. Most likely, it was the internet. Me, being an adult, there are things in this world that I can't to begin to explain. But what I heard a radio host explain, I feel the same way. A guy called in and said that there was not such thing as Slenderman, that it doesn't exists. Radio host ask him does he believe in God? Yes the call said. Radio guy asked, so have you seen him? Caller says no. Radio guy says, so how do you know he is real?
So, I ask this woman the same thing, but she said she has seen God..and Angels and Demons. I think she was trying to seem like she was very Spiritual. She goes to Church all day on Sunday, Bible Study on Wednesday and Women's meeting on Saturday. So I say to her, so do you believe in Santa Claus and The Easter Bunny, she said no. I tell her the reason why she doesn't believe if them is because she hasn't seen them, but they exists. She tells me they don't. We could have went back and forth all day, but I gave up trying to see my side of things. I told her she can believe in what she wants, it's a free country. Next thing she says is that I need to seek God's help. Okay. Tonight I am going to Bible Study with her and I want to speak to her Pastor. I will see.
This is the same woman who gives most of her money to the Church and borrows money from me when she comes up short for rent. Same women who comes and borrow money from me when she is hungry or thirsty. The same woman who has no money, but works..when she can put gas in her car. But her Pastor is riding around in a new car, having his mortgage paid for and by the congregation of the church. Same woman who gives up her hard earned money to the Pastor when the church people want the Pastor to take his family out to dinner. But she goes hungry.
I'm not knocking The Church, I don't know what I'm saying. All I do know that certain people will believe what others tell them to believe in.
I heard about what those 2 12 year olds did, and that's bad.Here is my say so on the matter....
They believed what they believed because they read it on the internet, or in some book. Most likely, it was the internet. Me, being an adult, there are things in this world that I can't to begin to explain. But what I heard a radio host explain, I feel the same way. A guy called in and said that there was not such thing as Slenderman, that it doesn't exists. Radio host ask him does he believe in God? Yes the call said. Radio guy asked, so have you seen him? Caller says no. Radio guy says, so how do you know he is real?
So, I ask this woman the same thing, but she said she has seen God..and Angels and Demons. I think she was trying to seem like she was very Spiritual. She goes to Church all day on Sunday, Bible Study on Wednesday and Women's meeting on Saturday. So I say to her, so do you believe in Santa Claus and The Easter Bunny, she said no. I tell her the reason why she doesn't believe if them is because she hasn't seen them, but they exists. She tells me they don't. We could have went back and forth all day, but I gave up trying to see my side of things. I told her she can believe in what she wants, it's a free country. Next thing she says is that I need to seek God's help. Okay. Tonight I am going to Bible Study with her and I want to speak to her Pastor. I will see.
This is the same woman who gives most of her money to the Church and borrows money from me when she comes up short for rent. Same women who comes and borrow money from me when she is hungry or thirsty. The same woman who has no money, but works..when she can put gas in her car. But her Pastor is riding around in a new car, having his mortgage paid for and by the congregation of the church. Same woman who gives up her hard earned money to the Pastor when the church people want the Pastor to take his family out to dinner. But she goes hungry.
I'm not knocking The Church, I don't know what I'm saying. All I do know that certain people will believe what others tell them to believe in.
Monday, June 2, 2014
I Laughed..Really, I Did
One of my Army buddies posted on his Facebook timeline a picture of a Camero, he said he wanted one. I reminded him what he did to my car MANY years ago back at Idar-Oberstien, West Germany.
Ron had married a Germany woman, but not just any German woman mind you. She was and still is beautiful. Back then, 1977..oh my God. She was the model of all things beautiful. I think he knew that too. I was and still am happy for the two of them when they got together and married. Although they aren't married any longer, in my heart, they still are.
Ron, asked could he borrow my car to go home. He didn't live on post in The Housing Area, he lived down in the town. Since I had a car, a car I traded a guy, my stereo for his car...hey, it was a fair trade... I wasn't going any where, so I let Ron borrow it. He said he will return it in the morning. Morning came and I asked for my keys. He told me it went dead downtown, and he just left it there. One..my FIRST car ever, in a Country, Europe, West Germany, and he JUST LEAVES it there?!! WTF MAN. Being that it was a work day, and I was 'playing Soldier', I couldn't go and check on it until after 5 pm, which I did. It was taken to a junk yard and trashed. MY FIRST CAR!!
I look back at that moment now. You know what, I wasn't mad then, and I'm laughing about it now. See, The Army taught me what REAL friends are. Not like my so call friends I suppose I call them friends now. NONE of my civilian friends nearly froze to death with me on a training exercise in the middle of no where with mud up to our asses. None of my friends crossed the Rhine River AT NIGHT in a 13 ton tracked vehicle otherwise known as a Grunt Mobile. Knowing damn well our lives could have ended if for some reason the belige pumps had just decided NOT to keep doing their thing. Can't name a friend now, who would give me their last $20 so close to payday, and want back double ON payday and I was happy to pay what ever he ask for. Yep, no friends now who I..slept, shit, showered, shaved, cried and laughed with, told all my problems to cause I was so far from home and I wanted my 'mommy', but they understood. Where are the friends who took me under their wing, explained to me what life is really about, taught me how to deal and learn to live among just about anything, anyone I may come across in my PRESENT day life. Where are my friends HERE, who have compassion for your fellow HUMAN BEING, no where here.
What I learned from September 3, 1977, to March 15, 1980..EVERY young man at the age of 17 SHOULD learn, SHOULD experienced. That School, those teachers of the 2nd Bn 81sr F.A. taught me well. I am a product of that teaching. Though some today may not understand me or my way of thinking..but then again, they haven't had the schooling nor the teaching from the teachers I've learned from. Their mistake AND their lost.
You know what I say....'Oh well, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke'.
Ron had married a Germany woman, but not just any German woman mind you. She was and still is beautiful. Back then, 1977..oh my God. She was the model of all things beautiful. I think he knew that too. I was and still am happy for the two of them when they got together and married. Although they aren't married any longer, in my heart, they still are.
Ron, asked could he borrow my car to go home. He didn't live on post in The Housing Area, he lived down in the town. Since I had a car, a car I traded a guy, my stereo for his car...hey, it was a fair trade... I wasn't going any where, so I let Ron borrow it. He said he will return it in the morning. Morning came and I asked for my keys. He told me it went dead downtown, and he just left it there. One..my FIRST car ever, in a Country, Europe, West Germany, and he JUST LEAVES it there?!! WTF MAN. Being that it was a work day, and I was 'playing Soldier', I couldn't go and check on it until after 5 pm, which I did. It was taken to a junk yard and trashed. MY FIRST CAR!!
I look back at that moment now. You know what, I wasn't mad then, and I'm laughing about it now. See, The Army taught me what REAL friends are. Not like my so call friends I suppose I call them friends now. NONE of my civilian friends nearly froze to death with me on a training exercise in the middle of no where with mud up to our asses. None of my friends crossed the Rhine River AT NIGHT in a 13 ton tracked vehicle otherwise known as a Grunt Mobile. Knowing damn well our lives could have ended if for some reason the belige pumps had just decided NOT to keep doing their thing. Can't name a friend now, who would give me their last $20 so close to payday, and want back double ON payday and I was happy to pay what ever he ask for. Yep, no friends now who I..slept, shit, showered, shaved, cried and laughed with, told all my problems to cause I was so far from home and I wanted my 'mommy', but they understood. Where are the friends who took me under their wing, explained to me what life is really about, taught me how to deal and learn to live among just about anything, anyone I may come across in my PRESENT day life. Where are my friends HERE, who have compassion for your fellow HUMAN BEING, no where here.
What I learned from September 3, 1977, to March 15, 1980..EVERY young man at the age of 17 SHOULD learn, SHOULD experienced. That School, those teachers of the 2nd Bn 81sr F.A. taught me well. I am a product of that teaching. Though some today may not understand me or my way of thinking..but then again, they haven't had the schooling nor the teaching from the teachers I've learned from. Their mistake AND their lost.
You know what I say....'Oh well, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke'.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Okay..I Took a Chance..
...and went to this restaurant/club where all the good looking people seemed like where they would hang out.
The only reason why I went was because after driving by a couple of times, I have to admit, I like the way the people looked and dressed. It was after work corporate attire, nice dresses, and business suits. People where standing around talking, but most were sitting at tables outside ad inside. I was dressed nicely also. Non discript black sneakers, white t-shirt and a denim rolled up sleeve shirt, which was a button down. I felt comfortable, ready to mingle and have a good time. BOY did I have a good time.
Being this was my first time at this place AND this place has only been open for a couple of months... I guess it was still trying to find it's 'group' of people, it's 'regulars', or the 'look' they were going for. As soon as I stepped in the door I was approached by a VERY good looking woman. She could have stepped out of a model magazine. And yes I looked her from head to toe...starting with the eyes first. She said hi, and told me her name, asked me mines and what I do for a living. Michael, and I'm in the culinary field...great, she handed me a menu...she was the hostess. Steered me to a table not to order any food, but to go over the menu with her, she wanted MY opinion. For an hour we went over everything, then took me into the kitchen. Gave me her card and then told me that she knew I wasn't from around here. I asked how she knew this, and she said because I came in the door. Being I am Black, most Black people she said don't come in and she wondered why. I told her to just look around, everyone is in suits and business dresses. Told her she should let loose the dress code for a Saturday evening some what.
Offered me a drink, told her I don't drink and we continued to talk for a little while until she told me that she has to get back to work. But, she told me that she is going to leave me in the good hands of a good female friend of hers that she thinks that her and I will hit it off. My Spidey Senses we VERY active...until she bought her friend over. She was and is really a timid beautiful woman. I saw that she was nervous, being in a place such as this, so I took her to a quiet spot outside and we talked...for 2 hours. I could also tell she wanted to leave, but not to take me home, but to go home to her quiet place and I mentioned that to her. That she didn't have to feel obligated to keep me company. Asked me to walk her to her car, plenty of stares from people. She gave me her number and told me to call me when ever and that not to b a stranger, she feels comfortable around me and invited me to lunch at her place. She drove off, I went back inside. The hostess approached me 15 minutes later, and told me that her friend REALLY likes me and she wanted to know what I thought of her. Told her, and she said don't forget to keep your date for Sunday. I won't.
I'm out. Going for a 15 mile bike ride with a group of people with some Bike Club right now. Gonna take my time too.
The only reason why I went was because after driving by a couple of times, I have to admit, I like the way the people looked and dressed. It was after work corporate attire, nice dresses, and business suits. People where standing around talking, but most were sitting at tables outside ad inside. I was dressed nicely also. Non discript black sneakers, white t-shirt and a denim rolled up sleeve shirt, which was a button down. I felt comfortable, ready to mingle and have a good time. BOY did I have a good time.
Being this was my first time at this place AND this place has only been open for a couple of months... I guess it was still trying to find it's 'group' of people, it's 'regulars', or the 'look' they were going for. As soon as I stepped in the door I was approached by a VERY good looking woman. She could have stepped out of a model magazine. And yes I looked her from head to toe...starting with the eyes first. She said hi, and told me her name, asked me mines and what I do for a living. Michael, and I'm in the culinary field...great, she handed me a menu...she was the hostess. Steered me to a table not to order any food, but to go over the menu with her, she wanted MY opinion. For an hour we went over everything, then took me into the kitchen. Gave me her card and then told me that she knew I wasn't from around here. I asked how she knew this, and she said because I came in the door. Being I am Black, most Black people she said don't come in and she wondered why. I told her to just look around, everyone is in suits and business dresses. Told her she should let loose the dress code for a Saturday evening some what.
Offered me a drink, told her I don't drink and we continued to talk for a little while until she told me that she has to get back to work. But, she told me that she is going to leave me in the good hands of a good female friend of hers that she thinks that her and I will hit it off. My Spidey Senses we VERY active...until she bought her friend over. She was and is really a timid beautiful woman. I saw that she was nervous, being in a place such as this, so I took her to a quiet spot outside and we talked...for 2 hours. I could also tell she wanted to leave, but not to take me home, but to go home to her quiet place and I mentioned that to her. That she didn't have to feel obligated to keep me company. Asked me to walk her to her car, plenty of stares from people. She gave me her number and told me to call me when ever and that not to b a stranger, she feels comfortable around me and invited me to lunch at her place. She drove off, I went back inside. The hostess approached me 15 minutes later, and told me that her friend REALLY likes me and she wanted to know what I thought of her. Told her, and she said don't forget to keep your date for Sunday. I won't.
I'm out. Going for a 15 mile bike ride with a group of people with some Bike Club right now. Gonna take my time too.
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