Tuesday, April 22, 2014
This 16 X 20 painting has been in my collection for several years. The photo, unfortunately, does not do it justice. I'm guessing, based on the subject, that S. Mahaney may have been painting in the southwest. Of course, he or she might have been working from a photograph, but the details in the cacti suggest to me first hand knowledge. If you have any information on the artist, I'd appreciate your comment.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
"There was a chill in the air but Trish was sweating, probably from the drugs that lingered in her system. A stranger to the neighborhoods on this side of the bridge, the so-called wild side of town, with its pawn shops, tattoo parlors and bars by the hundreds, she strode on past the hookers, drug dealers and drag queens, suddenly wishing she had parked a block or two closer. What was I thinking, she wondered, as she gathered her hoodie around her face and pushed on, not wanting to be noticed. Focus, girl! No time for second guessing. The worst is behind you—you’re free! The important thing now is to get out of town." ~ an excerpt from Flight from the Wild Side
I met Joanne Augello at Capone's Pool Room (officially known as Capone's Billiard Lounge). Her husband, Nick, just happens to be the legendary pool player Boston Blackie. She writes and I write a little, so, by and by, we decided to collaborate on a little project. Our Romance/Suspense novella is finished now and available on amazon for those who read Kindle ebooks. If you don't have a kindle reader you can still read it on your pc or phone or other device. Get your free app. Here's the blip:
Trish Markland is an ambitious young woman on the rise. Smart and beautiful, men adore her and women envy her. But her never-ending quest for pleasure, along with her reckless lifestyle, leaves her susceptible to a pair of ruthless predators who covet all that she has gained so easily and will do anything to strip her of it. With her charmed existence suddenly headed for a dismal end, and her life hanging in the balance, she decides it's time to reassess her needs and to decide what's really important. She starts a new life, and suddenly gets a taste of real happiness. But just as things start falling into place, her past catches up to her and she’s forced to face the fact that for her happiness may not be in the realm of possibilities.
Hope you enjoy it.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
1. This Is the Rope: A Story From the Great Migration by Jacqueline Woodson
2. Brush of the Gods by Lenore Look
3. The Tortoise & the Hare by Jerry Pinkney
4. Nelson Mandela by Kadir Nelson
5. Journey by Aaron Becker
6. Mr. Wuffles! by David Wiesner
7. Mr. Tiger Goes Wild by Peter Brown
8. The Dark by Lemony Snicket
Thursday, December 12, 2013
We are looking forward to the coming winter and Roger thought, to get things off to a good start, we should go over some of our rules pertaining to pets.
First of all, dog owners, remember that when out doors your pet must be on a leash. There are no exceptions. If you are one of the 90% of residents who think that you and your darling pet are exceptions, then the rule applies especially to you because you are apparently so dumb you actually thing that that mutt of yours is somehow special.
Secondly, under no circumstances are you to allow your pet to do its business (pee or poo; whiz or crap; number one or number two; piss or shit) on another resident's lot. These people may not share your perverted obsession for dumb animals and therefore do not deserve to be gifted with your animal's waste products. Besides, your lot would make a perfectly good toilet. When you're away up north, Roger uses it all the time.
Rule number 3: Wherever or whenever your puppy drops his or her little nuggets, you are expected to pick the frigging things up. And this goes for you, too, nameless asshole who ties his dog to his tricycle and then rides around the park without stopping to give his animal the opportunity to assume a proper hunch-backed squat thereby forcing his beloved pet to drop turds here and there along his route where everybody else has to deal with them. Leaving them in the road is extremely inconsiderate to your fellow residents. STOP IT!
Rule number 4: KEEP YOUR FUCKING DOGS QUIET!
Pardon my French.
Rule number 5: This is a new rule made necessary by the fact that some of you dog owners are either too full of yourselves or, as I believe, don't have the sense you were born with. If you walk your dog down the street, you must yield to all traffic, whether it be gas powered, electric or propelled by pedals. Don't make it necessary for these vehicles to go around you thereby putting their drivers in jeopardy by placing them on the wrong side of the street where they could be subject to head-on collisions with those of your brethren who go whipping through stop signs and around corners because, once again, they don't think those signs apply to them.
Rule 6: If the little bastards chase cars or bicycles, don't dare complain when they get run over. You've been warned.
So, once again, welcome back and enjoy your stay.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Anyway, how can you possibly call yourself a news channel when you let your parent company's monetary concerns interfere with your reporting of the news? You can't. In addition, I went to the Bay News 9 website and couldn't find the story listed anywhere. What they won't do for their advertisers.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
In addition, some of the suppliers on the Medicare list informed me that they did not offer diabetic testing supplies and they couldn't imagine how they wound up on the list. I was forced to move on to the local pharmacies.
She sought the help of another worker who determined that she had entered my Medicare account number incorrectly. Finally, we were making progress. Next, she wanted my drug provider's card. I explained that that wasn't necessary because testing supplies were not considered a drug, they were covered under Medicare B the balance to be picked up by my supplemental insurance. No, she wanted my drug card. So, though she didn't really need it, I gave it to her. She was ready to roll.
I didn't want to sound like a broken record, but I thought it important to convey to these people, and by now I'd drawn the attention of several including the rotund and bespectacled pharmacist that these supplies were covered by Medicare Part B and my supplemental. I did note also that according to the information on the Medicare site CVS accepted the Medicare payment as payment in full so no supplemental would be required. They knew better.
Their lack of understanding about how Medicare worked especially in regard to testing supplies was very frustrating. I couldn't believe they had never had to deal with this issue before, but evidently they hadn't or, if they had, they'd been dealing with it improperly.
Fat boy, the pharmacist, started getting feisty. "Can’t you see?” he sneered. “This takes time.”
"Can’t you see?" I responded. "I want my prescriptions back." They were not quick to comply, forcing me to add, "Now!"
I got there around two thirty and saw that Adrienne wasn't on duty. This wasn't immediately alarming, but when the girl asked for my insurance card I knew I was in trouble. Once again I tried to explain to these health professionals, the substitute pharmacist included, that testing supplies were taken care of by Medicare Part B. When they wanted to charge me twenty bucks, I informed them that my supplemental insurance would pick up the balance. They refused to consider this possibility, implying that I was confused. The pharmacist was particularly adamant, insinuating that I didn't know what I was talking about.
So, I paid the money and got out of there with my supplies before they changed their mind. By this time I was almost out of test strips and couldn't start all over again with another drugstore.
Subsequently, I called Medicare, and Florida Blue, my supplemental, and both affirmed that I was right. Big deal, being right hadn't done me much good so far. A rep from Florida Blue called Publix and tried to explain to them how these transactions are supposed to go down with Medicare paying most and my supplemental picking up the rest. I don't know who he talked to, and I don't know if they believed him. But, I'm still waiting to hear back. He suggested that if Publix didn't straighten out the problem and give me my money back, I should seek out another vender. Easier said than done, I say.
Which brings me back to where I started. Why were these changes made? Whose bright idea were they? Why am I now forced to deal with a bunch of people who don't know the first thing about Medicare, when the people at the mail order house had been thoroughly schooled in the proper procedures? Do any of the geniuses in Washington actually think this is better? For who? That's what I want to know. For who?
Monday, July 8, 2013
Next week, July 18–21, world golfers will gather in Gullane, Scotland, at the legendary Muirfield links course for the 2013 British Open or, as it's known in Great Britain, The Open Championship.
The Open Championship was first held at Muirfield in 1892 and has been contested there fifteen times, most recently in 2002 when Ernie Els won the championship. Among the previous winners are Nick Faldo, Tom Watson, Lee Trevino, Jack Nicklaus, Gary Player, Walter Hagen and Harry Vardon.
Nicklaus once described Muirfield as "the best golf course in Britain." But the course Jack remembers has been altered by several subtle changes. Over the winters of 2010 and 2011, changes were made at fifteen holes to ensure that Muirfield remained a challenge for the world's best golfers. Those changes included several new bunkers in selected drive areas, moving greenside bunkers to tighten the entrances to greens, the enlargement of greens to provide more championship pin positions, and the introduction of six new championship tees lengthening the course to 7245 yards. Perhaps, the most noticeable difference involves the 9th Hole which is now a difficult par 5, particularly when playing into a prevailing wind.