Regarding Life, I think...by Regina Carey

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;...

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 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...