Friday, September 30, 2016
HOW NOT TO SELL THE USA TODAY
With the brazen ways of the Late Al Neuharth, Founder of the USA Today newspaper comes the fractious vote both for and against Trump's candidacy. I don't like this. My freedoms have been snatched from my freedoms. But why? Something's gotta give. Even my 42 year old son, J. Byron picked up on this cruel and underserving move. What is this world coming to? No newspaper
s at all? LOL. Enjoy the news!
CONNIE MACK'S GUISE OF "COLD WEATHER"
Baseball's Cornelius McGillucuddy was one sharp dude. He knew the game of baseball like no other manager and was at it for 50 years. Mack was the winningest and loosingest manager of all times and was a local boy being born in 1862. Mack was around long before the television or instant replay was invented.
Mr. Mack owned the Philadelphia Athletics Baseball Club and managed his games from the Tower at Shibe Park. It was a romantic era of baseball. Games were played in sunshine, clouds and rain. The player's white uniforms were made of wool. Mack never wore a uniform as manager; he wore a business suit! A trait few know today was Connie Mack wig-wagged his players around field positions my moving his scorecard!
The World Series highlight of over 100 years ago came when pitcher Howard Emke of Philadelphia would be asked "WILL YOU BE READY FOR COLD WEATHER?" Emke said yes to Connies query..meaning would he be ready to pitch in the World Series?.
Mack remains the best and his local legacy will never be forgotten!
Mr. Mack owned the Philadelphia Athletics Baseball Club and managed his games from the Tower at Shibe Park. It was a romantic era of baseball. Games were played in sunshine, clouds and rain. The player's white uniforms were made of wool. Mack never wore a uniform as manager; he wore a business suit! A trait few know today was Connie Mack wig-wagged his players around field positions my moving his scorecard!
The World Series highlight of over 100 years ago came when pitcher Howard Emke of Philadelphia would be asked "WILL YOU BE READY FOR COLD WEATHER?" Emke said yes to Connies query..meaning would he be ready to pitch in the World Series?.
Mack remains the best and his local legacy will never be forgotten!
Thursday, September 29, 2016
OUR SUBCONSCIOUS MINDS
Jung & Freud are the big names.
It was sleep as usual. After the grand slammer in the Bronx I did not give my sleep any more thought. Well, almost.
I sleep to the tune of Easy Listening every night instead of alcohol. My evening medications are formidable yet necessary. Light's Out!
Some nights are fitful, some peaceful. All necessary to REST. So last night was my test for unconsciousness. Somewhere in the night, at the last minute, "WITH A LITTLE LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING" woke me up at the last nanosecond of actual recording... enough to get me to think! I knew the tune as well as the ending! But why?
Something in my brain told me my latest flame was on fire. So now I'll play it again, Sam in its entirety. Watch out for your brain!
BECAUSE I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE AN AUCTIONEER!
I had already been successful in the insurance field when I decided to switch gears. Colby Johnson and Paul Langevin inspired me as old Yankee Auctioneers. But their MO and style wasn't what I wanted to go for. I wanted to be the best and I wanted to be myself.... and I was, indeed.
Auctioneering is totally demanding both for the back and brain. My corporate training gave me platform skills. I was ready. First, I volunteered doing church auctions then earned some handsome commissions like $10,000. My family was very young and I had a "made-up-mind" to be one of the better auctioneers in the area.
I bought books on business and antique furniture. I hired so called experts to guide me as I learned there's no such thing as a ONE MAN SHOW. I employed my family and friends and showed the world how it worked, that auctioneering thing. I gained the confidence of the lawyers and bankers and general public. Auctioneering became FUN for me.
For some twenty years I gave it my best then, with divorce, I hung up my gavel.My sons learned immensely on the ways of business, old coins, and tricks of the trade. Not everybody can be a good auctioneer. You must work at it and be reasonably honest and I was!. LOL.
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Auctioneering is totally demanding both for the back and brain. My corporate training gave me platform skills. I was ready. First, I volunteered doing church auctions then earned some handsome commissions like $10,000. My family was very young and I had a "made-up-mind" to be one of the better auctioneers in the area.
I bought books on business and antique furniture. I hired so called experts to guide me as I learned there's no such thing as a ONE MAN SHOW. I employed my family and friends and showed the world how it worked, that auctioneering thing. I gained the confidence of the lawyers and bankers and general public. Auctioneering became FUN for me.
For some twenty years I gave it my best then, with divorce, I hung up my gavel.My sons learned immensely on the ways of business, old coins, and tricks of the trade. Not everybody can be a good auctioneer. You must work at it and be reasonably honest and I was!. LOL.
BUCKY DENT TYPE OF EXIT REMINISCENT OF ''78
I love New York. It seems it's never over. Take last nights tsunami. Boston has one inherent problem of celebrating before the Fat Lady Sings! Last night's quagmire was no different. The Sox got what they deserved by being blindsided by the Bronx ..again.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
COLLEGE LOANS
In 1960 I began my college journey.. From the get-go my education was "for nothing. "I earned and paid my own way at a junior college in Worcester, Mass. I worked and I spent money on clothes. I really don't know if I knew what I was doing but it worked! Worcester Junior was "no frills" as "MAIN STREET WAS OUR CAMPUS."It worked for me.
It was a becoming for me. I made friends and learned the ropes of higher education. The kicker came when it was time to "Transfer." I was grasping at straws. What to do? "No mon, no fun, your son." 'Too bad, so sad, your dad." While I was ambitious in my ways, dad was a blue collar conservative house builder. He knew nothing about attending college. I WOULD BE ON MY OWN. Good. I worked for both and with him.. earned some bucks and gained confidence in becoming a college student and I became a "borrowing" student.
My National Defense Student Loan chart shows I began borrowing $200 on 9/18/1963. A paltry amount. Then I found out by signing my name collage became doable. I borrowed more and more and more. What fun. I became a big shot in my beer-drinking glory at SLU.Each semester I bit thee bullet. Hey, it's only money. Dad thought differently. ""I know you, Bob." I retorted by saying "It's my ticket." He signed for me on a Worcester County Trust Note. I got my way!
There's a certain enterprise in becoming a student of higher education. BAck then "Talk was cheap and so was tuition." I continued to learn the ropes. Working three jobs I wasn't bashful in dollar-cost-averaging. I received a crisp $5 bill each week from home. That was it.
AsI grew, opportunity knocked and knocked again. The good Jesuits liked me I guess s they loaned me $125 for my National Park Service Clothing. College became fun.
The bottom like to it all is my debt became somewhat negligible. I paid off a $500 Note in 1965 and temporized payments to NDEA. I became "home free." Frank Cooke said it best: 'Bob, never let not having money stop you from obtaining a college education. Mr. Cook was right!
It was a becoming for me. I made friends and learned the ropes of higher education. The kicker came when it was time to "Transfer." I was grasping at straws. What to do? "No mon, no fun, your son." 'Too bad, so sad, your dad." While I was ambitious in my ways, dad was a blue collar conservative house builder. He knew nothing about attending college. I WOULD BE ON MY OWN. Good. I worked for both and with him.. earned some bucks and gained confidence in becoming a college student and I became a "borrowing" student.
My National Defense Student Loan chart shows I began borrowing $200 on 9/18/1963. A paltry amount. Then I found out by signing my name collage became doable. I borrowed more and more and more. What fun. I became a big shot in my beer-drinking glory at SLU.Each semester I bit thee bullet. Hey, it's only money. Dad thought differently. ""I know you, Bob." I retorted by saying "It's my ticket." He signed for me on a Worcester County Trust Note. I got my way!
There's a certain enterprise in becoming a student of higher education. BAck then "Talk was cheap and so was tuition." I continued to learn the ropes. Working three jobs I wasn't bashful in dollar-cost-averaging. I received a crisp $5 bill each week from home. That was it.
AsI grew, opportunity knocked and knocked again. The good Jesuits liked me I guess s they loaned me $125 for my National Park Service Clothing. College became fun.
The bottom like to it all is my debt became somewhat negligible. I paid off a $500 Note in 1965 and temporized payments to NDEA. I became "home free." Frank Cooke said it best: 'Bob, never let not having money stop you from obtaining a college education. Mr. Cook was right!
LORD BYRON
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
REMEMBERING FATHER WILLIAM B. FAHERTY, SJ
It was a rare breed of learning U.S. History and talking about Connie Mack. How fortunate was I to sign up for a class by Father Faherty in the Fall of 1963 at St. Louis U. The man's erudite, crisp voice and knowledge catapulted me to the top of my studies. The guy was absolutely inspirational.
Early on, Father Faherty said in no uncertain terms ' YOU MUST HAVE A SENSE OF HISTORY'. If you don't you're a gonner. I had it and he knew it. We clicked! It was wonderful learning from this man and friend. I was his "A" student! He was so inspiring and in so many ways. His book "Moonport; A History of Apollo Launch Facilities.." was a gift to me along with several other books as I became an adult. He hit big selling "A WALL FOR SAN SABASTIAN" for movie rights with Anthony Quinn for $10,000!
He was a prolific skier and hit the trails well into his eighties!
Father was a story teller. He just loved baseball and living in Saint Louis as a fan was the best.He had all of the statistics in his sixteen cylinder mind.He liked me and I him.
Father faherty once visited me at Birch Hill, West Brookfield. I recall taking him to Lunch at Historic Salem Cross Inn and later visiting me at Cape Canaveral! He exuded U S history in everything he said and did.
As an adult I got another "A" from father. In disbelief, one time he shook his head with joy.'"Your estate auctions, Bob, are truly amazing!" I had just completed Meribeth Cameron's sale at Mt. Holyoke College.I consulted with father and Professor Miller. It feels good to do the right thing and get paid for it!
Father Faherty lived to the very ripe old age of 96. How lucky to
have a professor at my side for so long. He's say 'God Bless,Bob' when he said goodbye. One in a million... that's for sure!
Early on, Father Faherty said in no uncertain terms ' YOU MUST HAVE A SENSE OF HISTORY'. If you don't you're a gonner. I had it and he knew it. We clicked! It was wonderful learning from this man and friend. I was his "A" student! He was so inspiring and in so many ways. His book "Moonport; A History of Apollo Launch Facilities.." was a gift to me along with several other books as I became an adult. He hit big selling "A WALL FOR SAN SABASTIAN" for movie rights with Anthony Quinn for $10,000!
He was a prolific skier and hit the trails well into his eighties!
Father was a story teller. He just loved baseball and living in Saint Louis as a fan was the best.He had all of the statistics in his sixteen cylinder mind.He liked me and I him.
Father faherty once visited me at Birch Hill, West Brookfield. I recall taking him to Lunch at Historic Salem Cross Inn and later visiting me at Cape Canaveral! He exuded U S history in everything he said and did.
As an adult I got another "A" from father. In disbelief, one time he shook his head with joy.'"Your estate auctions, Bob, are truly amazing!" I had just completed Meribeth Cameron's sale at Mt. Holyoke College.I consulted with father and Professor Miller. It feels good to do the right thing and get paid for it!
Father Faherty lived to the very ripe old age of 96. How lucky to
have a professor at my side for so long. He's say 'God Bless,Bob' when he said goodbye. One in a million... that's for sure!
Some of Father Faherty's books:
1. Moon Launch
2. Gateway to the Moon
3. Florida's Space Coast
4. Parks College
5. Jesuit Roots of Mid-America
6. Better The Dream : St.Louis University
7. The Call of Pope Octavian
8. Living Alone
9.Dream By The River
JACK & JACKIE
JACKIE REPUTEDLY SMOKED 3 PACKS OF CIGARETTE'S A DAY! SHE WORE GLOVES TO HIDE HER NICOTENE FINGERS.
'JOHNSON' PASSES "SNIFF TEST" WILL TURN 73 ON OCTOBER 3RD!
All systems say go for the Abominable Firebug from Leominster. Dick is the "gambler's gambler and should be adorned with Kenny Roger's LPs. Good sniffing, Dick!
"IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON!"
"If music be the food of love, play on"
my friend, William Shakespeare...TWELFTH NIGHT Act1, scene 1, 1-3
Joe Tortorelli Bank Organ
Joe Tortorelli Bank Organ
"ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE"
From As You Like It, The Bard himself wrote 'All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."
William Shakes
peare AS YOU LIKE IT Act 2, scene 7, 139 - 143
William Shakes
THE POPPYCOCK DEBATE
Don't you think the "name-callers" would run out of tired old bromides delivered on platform. Shakespeare's stage needs some new planks. And to think there'll be two more debates! HELP.
The media gloats on this oratorical activity. Not me. The "lady in red" looked like a Fourth of July presentation. Trump, the usual. Does America deserve something better? All we hear is about China and Mexico. The balance of payments with these countries are so way out of whack....Are they reversible? Don't think so. Just watch the PBS dvd "HUMANITY FROM SPACE."
It's a dead heat if you ask me. Better say your prayers!
The media gloats on this oratorical activity. Not me. The "lady in red" looked like a Fourth of July presentation. Trump, the usual. Does America deserve something better? All we hear is about China and Mexico. The balance of payments with these countries are so way out of whack....Are they reversible? Don't think so. Just watch the PBS dvd "HUMANITY FROM SPACE."
It's a dead heat if you ask me. Better say your prayers!
Monday, September 26, 2016
"COWBOY-UP," MR. TRUMP!
The famous Boston Red Sox saying "Cowboy-Up" is good fodder for The Donald. I have no idea what Cowboy-Up means but I do know there's no tomorrow for the debaters.Good Luck and Cowboy -Up!
WHO WAS ABRAHAM ZAPRUDER?
The Zapruder filming of JFK's death is lugubrious to say the least. Life Magazine shelled out $50,000 for the 486 frames of death only to pay $150,000 the next day. I don't know how many living Americans are aware of the existence of this unique footage? Fewer realize there were many people in attendance that dat with 8 mm movie cameras! This valuable and rare film is in an atmosphere to preserve it forever.
Zapruder was in the "right place at the wrong time." I feel bad for Mr. Zapruder.
HUCKSTERS OF THE HIGHWAY
Face
it Facebook fans, cars wear out, trucks wear out, and yes, old people wear out. I have recently driven three "six-figure" sleds and have had it. The auto mechanics have no mercy for those in despair. Some repair bills are scandalous, few are cheap, all necessary. We are between a rock and a hard spot.
Now, if you talk "New" you must talk depreciation.. plain and simple. From the get-go I have heard "the automobile is the worst investment in the world. But why do millions spend billions? Man's love affair with his car and truck is passionate. It's ego; it is ever so dangerous. The Auto-mile is like the Gaza Strip!
There is no answer. Car poverty begets car poverty. Having owned over some 30 cars and trucks I think I know the score. Remember Rusty Jones? LOL.
Cars and trucks die at 200,000 for the most part. I have driven luxury cars to 220,000 miles and more. Some have opined "miles are everything" and if you like Eagles music why not "Take it to the limit one more time. "Happy Motoring." LOL.
Now, if you talk "New" you must talk depreciation.. plain and simple. From the get-go I have heard "the automobile is the worst investment in the world. But why do millions spend billions? Man's love affair with his car and truck is passionate. It's ego; it is ever so dangerous. The Auto-mile is like the Gaza Strip!
There is no answer. Car poverty begets car poverty. Having owned over some 30 cars and trucks I think I know the score. Remember Rusty Jones? LOL.
Cars and trucks die at 200,000 for the most part. I have driven luxury cars to 220,000 miles and more. Some have opined "miles are everything" and if you like Eagles music why not "Take it to the limit one more time. "Happy Motoring." LOL.
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