I am returning to DC tomorrow! For Memorial Day weekend. I will go to Arlington again; but, this time for a different purpose. A friend of mine was killed in Afghanistan last year and he is buried there. I must visit his grave. Other than that, it should be a good trip.
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On The Value of Nothing or Another Way of Looking at Zero
Regarding life, I think we should appreciate everything in our lives, even if it is nothing. I have nothing to talk about today; so, I’ll write about nothing. I am sitting in my living room doing nothing because it is freezing cold outside. Nothing would convince me to go outside unnecessarily. I am eating a turkey club sandwich that I had delivered from a nearby coffee shop, and it tastes nothing like my own. I asked them to cook the bacon extra crispy, but it is nothing like how crispy I would cook it myself. I like bacon burnt to a crisp, so that there is practically nothing there. When I opened the bag, I looked first for the cole slaw and found nothing because they forgot the cole slaw! Oh well, that is nothing really, I won’t call again and make the delivery guy go back out into the freezing cold for nothing. If you think that’s nothing, wait until you read what I will write next. Well, there is nothing else I can think of right now which proves that this entire blog post has...
Things My Father Taught Me
Regarding life, I think we should remember what we have been taught by those who love(ed) us. Let me elaborate. When I was young my father, or Daddy, as we called him, always took me places on Saturdays. We went all over the city, as far as we could. You see, I suffered from motion sickness as a child. I would ride two subway stops and get sick. My mother, who had no patience, decided that this only meant one thing; I would never travel anywhere. She felt that I would become one of those people who never left the neighborhood. My father, on the other hand, had a completely different view. He felt that if I was going to live in a city where you had to ride the subway, then I had to ride the subway. He would not settle for the idea of my becoming one of those people who never left the neighborhood; oh no. In fact, he was determined to make me into one of those people who traveled everywhere, saw and learned as much as I could and became stronger for it. There was just one problem;...
How Things Can Change in a Moment
Regarding life, I think... It is a funny thing how many experiences turn out differently from how we envision they will be. It's amazing how things can change. Let me elaborate: On Dec. 3, 2011, I took a one-day trip to Washington because I wanted to do something different; in fact, I needed a change of scenery. I envisioned that this trip would be ordinary, that nothing different would happen. Well, here is how it happened -- I spent part of the day in the Museum of American History as well as the National Gallery of Art. I then went to Arlington National Cemetery to see the Changing of the Guard. Here is part of the video I shot: Pretty cool, isn't it? Anyway, as I was walking back to the Metro, a strange thing happened. I reached the entrance and heard a man calling "Ma'am, ma'am, are you going to the metro?" At first, I thought he was calling out to someone else; but then, I r...
My birthday, the Civil War and the Monitor!
My birthday is next Sunday, Jan. 29th. There will be a parade in Greenpoint to celebrate the building and launch of the Monitor. (Remember learning about the Monitor and the Merrimack in school? I hope you do.) It was built in and launched from Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Maybe I'll march, but I don't have a civil war outfit and there will be re-enactors there. Maybe I won't march. But I will record it with my flip recorder. It should be fun. Now, for something completely different. (Did I just steal that from Monty Python?) Someone looks at my blog almost every day, according to the stats, and never leaves me a comment. I have no idea who it is, but please, say something. Anything. It can be good or you can say that you don't like my blog, in which case I must wonder why you return every other day. But say something. That's all about that. Oh yes, and another thing, who i...