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Thursday, February 25, 2010
Chezzy Chronicles vol.1 Random thoughts and background
2010 The year we made contact according to Arthur C. Clarke.
This is also the year I will celebrate my 63rd Birthday. Was it so long ago that I thought that age to be obscenly ancient? Well, yes actually, that would have been almost half a century ago.
I was born into one of the forgotten generations. Too young to be a war baby but too old to be a baby boomer. People born between 1945 and 1950 did not have a generation tag. We just were. And with a birth in 1947 I fell smack in the center of that nameless crowd,
9:52AM - Since this is in diary format, I guess I should be jotting down date and time entries, so here it is. I have awakened and still do not have the slightest clue as to the point(s) I wish to make.
Therefore, I shall dispense my take, after a half century + of life, on certain "truisms".
1. Time heals all wounds.. Bullshit. Time heals minor scrapes and bruises.. Major wounds are simply scabbed over and can be reopened at the earliest opportunity and with the least provocation.
2. There is no such thing as a free lunch. True unless it's your birthday and you are at Denny's or you run a financial institution into the ground during the Bush administration.
3. There is always light at the end of the tunnel... Yeah & it is probably another freight train carrying the next shipment of grief and wupass.
4. Every cloud has a silver lining.. Look again, it's probably Mercury so you better have a big umbrella handy.
Enough for now..
I do not promise an entertaining or even a consistent BLOG. Having started this I will attempt to drop by from time to time to jot down some thoughts..
Stephen King likens memory (in "The Dreamcatcher"), to a file cabinet which eventually overflows and drops some files to the floor. I rather like to think of it as a computer hard drive which develops bad sectors over the years. This is my attempt to stay ahead if the bad sectors.
This is also the year I will celebrate my 63rd Birthday. Was it so long ago that I thought that age to be obscenly ancient? Well, yes actually, that would have been almost half a century ago.
I was born into one of the forgotten generations. Too young to be a war baby but too old to be a baby boomer. People born between 1945 and 1950 did not have a generation tag. We just were. And with a birth in 1947 I fell smack in the center of that nameless crowd,
9:52AM - Since this is in diary format, I guess I should be jotting down date and time entries, so here it is. I have awakened and still do not have the slightest clue as to the point(s) I wish to make.
Therefore, I shall dispense my take, after a half century + of life, on certain "truisms".
1. Time heals all wounds.. Bullshit. Time heals minor scrapes and bruises.. Major wounds are simply scabbed over and can be reopened at the earliest opportunity and with the least provocation.
2. There is no such thing as a free lunch. True unless it's your birthday and you are at Denny's or you run a financial institution into the ground during the Bush administration.
3. There is always light at the end of the tunnel... Yeah & it is probably another freight train carrying the next shipment of grief and wupass.
4. Every cloud has a silver lining.. Look again, it's probably Mercury so you better have a big umbrella handy.
Enough for now..
I do not promise an entertaining or even a consistent BLOG. Having started this I will attempt to drop by from time to time to jot down some thoughts..
Stephen King likens memory (in "The Dreamcatcher"), to a file cabinet which eventually overflows and drops some files to the floor. I rather like to think of it as a computer hard drive which develops bad sectors over the years. This is my attempt to stay ahead if the bad sectors.
I Remember Brooklyn 1956-1964
PS 92
I Remember:
Ebbets Field, home of the Brooklyn Dodgers on Bedford Avenue
Electric buses running down Tompkins Street
Riding the BMT to Brighton Beach
Steeplechase park at Coney Island
Johnny Horton signing autographs at the RKO Kenmore movie theater on Church and Ocean ave
I Remember
Hanging with the gang at Friendly's Ice Cream Parlor
Sitting on the Parade Ground park benches with the gang
Religious instruction at the catholic church and the dance social afterwards
Meeting the girl of my dreams at the dance social
Playing Tag football on the street on St. Pauls Place
Swimming at the Boys Club on Bedford Ave
playing in the open fire hydrant on Lenox Avenue
I Remember
Nathan's Hot dogs at Coney ISland
5 cent pretzels from the street vendor outside Walt Whitman JHS
Sabret Hot Dogs from the cart outside Erasmus Hall HS
12 cent Tastee Cake chocolate layer cakes
German Crumb cakes from Ebingers bakery on Caton and Flatbush Avenues
chocolate egg cremes from the lunch counter on Lenox Rd (thanks to Marty for this one)
I remember
Standing across the street from my apartment on Flatbush Ave at 1AM and watching smoke pour out of the windows
Looking out of my bedroom window on the 2nd floor as I watched the love of my life walk out of my life forever
Waiting in the Emergency Room of Kings County Hospital when my best friend cut his hand open
All of The 7 sinners
I remember
Walking thru the snow from Linden St to Walt Whitman JHS
Making snow angels in Prospect Park
sledding in the snow in Prospect Park
Horseback Riding in Prospect Park
Taking the bus out to Avenue U
Murray the K's Holiday Revues
I remember the good, the bad and the ugly that was Brooklyn 1958-1964
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