When you think of kids’ sleigh riding, you might picture a Currier & Ives print of children innocently navigating a hill of snow.
That wasn’t use as kids.
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When you think of kids’ sleigh riding, you might picture a Currier & Ives print of children innocently navigating a hill of snow.
That wasn’t use as kids.
Recently, a friend who read my first book told me, “Al, I feel that you are the type of person who listens to the universe.”
It’s true, I listen to the universe. Either the universe, or intuition, or God, but I take notice.
They always say, ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’.
And I didn’t.
I did, however, look under the hood.
In the late seventies and early eighties, my friends and I spent summers down the Jersey Shore. It was different each time: sometimes a week, or weeks, or a month, or the full summer in houses that were just steps or blocks from the beach.
Note: I am writing this before the Yankees/Blue Jays Game Four of the American League Division Championship. So far, the series is still alive.
There are certain things in life that are a given. The sky is blue (even on cloudy days), the sun is hot (even though we can’t touch it), and the New York Football Giants are going to have a losing season (even if we don’t watch them).
If you think knowing your age would slip easily into that group, you’d be wrong.
Note: I DID NOT write this (however, I wish I had). This was written by ChatGPT, and is the first time I have ever used it.. This might be the best thing I never wrote. The prompt was: Conflict and Scotch write a new post about dating. I hate AI and one day they are going to write us right out of the script of life.
Impostor Syndrome: The persistent inability to believe that one's success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved as a result of one's own efforts or skills.
Somerset County, New Jersey is having their annual 4-H fair (August 6 – 7 – 8) this week. As I drove passed the open field filled with tents last night it reminded me of a corporate event that happened more than twenty years ago.
I am a religious person (I think) but have never taken comfort in actually going to church. I went to church on Christmas and Easter (we are called Chreasters), and sat in the back as to not take someone’s seat who was there every week.
It’s the end of October, outside my window the leaves have changed, the nights come quick, so what better time to talk about a shore house my friends and I rented during the summer of nineteen-seventy-nine in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.
A few years ago I woke up, opened my eyes, and was petrified to find myself blind in my right eye. It was like a painted window, there was no sunlight except for a small sliver that fell in at the top.