It may have taken Parkinson’s for me to realize how much I loved my life, and how lucky I am.

The first signs were Micrographia (small writing). My handwriting became progressively smaller, and more and more illegible. Then I had difficulty grasping fine objects, such as a pen or a fork. My right leg would be uncomfortable when I sat for long ( Read more... )

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Some men truly know how to enjoy their bachelor days.    My friend Charlie was one of those men.   Don't get me wrong, I would be shocked if I ever heard that he treated a woman with less than the utmost respect.  I would be further shocked to hear than any of his many girlfriends don’t have anything, but fond memories of their times with Charlie.  ( Read more... )

 
In the year 2056, they wondered what Jello’s last words meant. Was it the nickname of an ex-girlfriend? He did date some strange women. He wasn’t a betting man so clearly it wasn’t a horse. It wasn’t his nickname, nobody ever remembered him going down to Kentucky. Who was Louisville Slugger?

They all assembled in the news room. Their assignment ... ( Read more... )

 
Do I return to my curmudgeon days? I’ve been asked not to let the curmudgeon die. Frankly it has always been an essential part of my personality. I decided to sleep on it, while doing so I had what I thought was an interesting dream.

As I dozed off, I met by a man. It’s a face that I recognize, my god its Rod Serling.

Serling: You’re about to enter ( Read more... )

I admit it,  I am a Marxist.   Today I will name names, Groucho, Chico and Harpo.  Contrary to what we read in history books,  Marxism commenced on the upper East side in the 1880's.  It took off in the 1920's when the leaders came to a viaduct.

Groucho:

Now here is a little peninsula, and here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.

Chico:

Why a ( Read more... )

I am not very religious. I guess I could be considered a secular Jew. That being the case, I clearly identify myself as being Jewish and have pride in my Religion and Heritage.

Growing up my neighborhood basically had a line through it. The Jewish section and the Italian section. We only crossed that line when we wanted to be beaten up. My part of ( Read more... )

I'm in a Funk!

What you ask, dear reader, is a funk? It's an inability to get going. Today I figured if I started the day by exercising. I was at the Gym by 7:30, Did as complete a workout as I am currently capable of doing. It helped for a while, but by Afternoon, I'm back in the Funk.

What could work? Maybe, listening to the Beatles will work.
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 Why do I write?  Because I am going through a midlife crisis, and I can do this without guilt!

How can you have a midlife crisis at 50? Few males live to 100.   Calling it a late in life crisis sounds too depressing.  so I'll continue my state of denial and call it a midlife crisis.

I am an Attorney.  I hate being an Attorney.  I may be the worst ( Read more... )