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Magical Moment 500, "Fathers"

My dad comes up quite a bit in this blog. In fact, he was in the  very first  of these 500 (wow, time flies) consecutive posts. I suppose it's a testament to the good father he's been throughout my life, supporting every crazy thing I've done from jumping out of airplanes to moving to New York. As much as he may  hate  that I've been away from home for so long chasing my ambitions, he knows that he has only himself to blame. For he taught me to always follow my passion. And I learned that by his example. I always remember my grandpa today as well. We lost him when I was 16, but thankfully have a lifetime of memories to carry with me. I remember him standing at the grill as the family gathered outside, enjoying a summer afternoon. I remember his collection of Energizer Bunnies, and the way he sat side by side with my grandma in their rockers with his dog, Sam on his lap. When I  think of him , I think of a man who survived more obstacles in his life than probably anyone

Magical Moment 499, "Wrong Side of the Ocean"

And you thought  I  was crabby?! The crab walk is an 'exo-lent' muscular workout. No flab on these guys. He sees me. I sea food. You'd be cranky too if you had one enormous hand to drag around. Hangin out in his 'crab shack.' Crab meat salad Why so crabby? I was just saying hello! ...And I'm outa one-liners (actually maybe I was out a few back!).

Magical Moment 498, "Fotos For Fun"

Been spending some time at the Jersey shore, so I'll probably share more of that in the future... Float Flock Flit Fly Almost  fly, but rather flail! 

Magical Moment 497, "Take it Off!"

Summer's a comin! It's that time of year to bare it all in the hot sun.  If you're a bit pudgy, like Zach, you may be less happy about it than others... If you have to shed a few, why not do some running? It helps if you have a goal in mind. Then, there are some that have a lot  more  to 'shed.' And the excess seems to just fall off without any effort! (Albeit, mostly into my carpet). But whatever you have to do to get into summer form, do it! Cuz you don't wanna miss looking 'hot' in the hot sun!   " Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.  A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world."  ~Ada Louise Huxtable

Magical Moment 496, "Fauna Haiku"

Is it the rain drops, Or pitter pat of her feet? Only one ceases. Goodnight, Fauna. ~~~ Deer Hunting Fauna Searching for Fauna

Magical Moment 495, "Betsy Ross"

Today is Flag Day, as well as the birthday of the U.S. Army. I found this pencil drawing that I did back in high school, the date on the back is February 12, 2001 (thanks mom for keeping all my old crap and forcing me to take it back someday). I drew this before thoughts of serving in the Army ever entered my mind, but love of country was always there. I like to draw, though I've never done anything more ambitious than simple pencil drawings like this one. I also recall looking off a picture out of a magazine to guide me, but I can't remember the original artist (so if anyone out there knows...). I think it was originally a painting, and the ladies were inside a cabin of some sort. Betsy Ross helped during the American Revolutionary War to repair uniforms and make tents for the Continental Army. She is credited with creating the first American Flag. Even at a very young age, I remember feeling very proud to see and hear about a woman who contributed so much to history, and a

Magical Moment 494, "There'll Always Be Another"

You know that saying, " A day late and a dollar short ?" That describes how I feel most of the time.  Whether I'm running late for work because I'm stuck in nightmare traffic somewhere in northern New Jersey, or because paying gigs are far and few between, I always feel like I'm running to catch up. And I  like  to run. But the thing is, if you do a lot of it, you get tired. One stressful day, I found myself scurrying to the corner bus in heels, to catch the 164 into the city for a music session. It was hot. I didn't have a phone number to call and say I was behind. And every thing was compounded by the expected scrutiny that comes with being a musician. The job ended up fine. They were late too. It was easy, fun. Worried for nothing. The stress in my shoulders relaxed a little as I headed for thePort Authority bus terminal to go back home. I leaned against the wall of the escalator, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, I saw that my bus had jus