Stopped drinking on January 11, 2023
miss it from 5 to 7 pm
feel better every day
2 small slip ups in 30 days (sip - ups)
will keep it going
life with wife is much better
Thanks be to ....God? or me?
Writing from the heart now. Pulling up old writings from as far back as the 1980's to save them. Not sure who will; read this blog but maybe someday my grandchildren will.
Stopped drinking on January 11, 2023
miss it from 5 to 7 pm
feel better every day
2 small slip ups in 30 days (sip - ups)
will keep it going
life with wife is much better
Thanks be to ....God? or me?
The column was leaning
no support for the post
The decking had crumbled
no joy for the host.
One neighbor was needed
Three more joined the fray
Everyone qualified
To save Northcutt’s day.
Tom had his tools
No opinon he shared
The others had plenty
Clear that they cared.
An engineer, an accountant,
A DIY’er came too
His Hard Hat was awesome
But Tom was all through.
A sawzall, a hammer
Eric’s jack and some screws
Raised spirits and porch
We had 38 Special NEWS.
The moral is clear
when you need a hand
call anyone on 38th street
The response will be grand!
Tom Crowley…
“Man Of Action”
2/9/23
Happiness is just an illusion.
As I walk these streets with broken dreams.
I have so many blessings in my life. So why am I still unhappy?
My dreams have come true in every way possible;
So....why is happiness and peace so elusive
VICARIOUS
If you act in someone's stead, you take his or her place, at least temporarily.
The oldest meaning of vicarious, which dates to the first half of the 1600s, is "serving instead of someone or something else."
The word vicarious derives from the Latin noun vicis, which means "change," "alternation," or "stead."
Vicis is also the source of the English prefix vice- (as in "vice president"), meaning "one that takes the place of."
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In literature, “vicarious” appears in many places. My interpretation is “living as others” or believing that you are someone you are not. Easy examples from my life are:
making friends with someone whose family I wish I belonged to
watching how they lived and loved
thinking about being like theme
acting like them in dress, words, actions,
staying in their homes as if I was their son,
trying hard to be accepted.
Real life examples include:
Bob Fazzina’s father and mother,
George Huggins mother and brothers,
Ralph Puerta’s mother (my own DONNA REED)
Nelle’s father, mother, and brothers
The only problem is that I have NEVER really felt accepted by anyone. In fact, due to the scars of BLAME (earlier post) I felt that I would be "found out" and then rejected.
Red and Martha Garofalo NEVER made me feel this way. They always accepted and even welcomed me into their family. It took me many years to believe this.
to be continued
FTC
LB,ME
6/30/22
Blame.
Blame is a powerful word. To blame someone for something could be both dangerous and do long-lasting harm. If you blame someone and they are innocent of the action for which you have “blamed” them is horribly wrong. I have been a victim of misplaced blame many times as a youth. The reason for this action or behavior by others against me stems from those true actions of mine; lying, shoplifting, theft, deceit, and finally grand theft auto. All before I was 16.
My father blamed me unjustly for many things:
his alcoholism,
his divorce, -
After 16 years of his alcoholism and abuse, my mother left him. It was 1964 and my birthday was in July. I was serving time on a diary farm in Miflinburg, Pennsylvania for stealing a car, He drove up to see my on my birthday. We went fishing and on the banks of a small creek he blamed ME and my delinquencies for his divorce. Thanks Dad,
breaking something of his,
The corvair’s failed transmission,
he towed a heavy trailer and boat from Phila to Camden,
It was a homemade heavy trailer that I made at his request,
The boat was a waterlogged Comet sailboat,
The boat slid forward on the trailer and pinned the engine lid closed
despite these issue, he towed the boat BACK to Philadelphia….
The corvair was under-powered and NOT meant for a trailer hitch
When I borrowed the car a week after returning, the transmission failed
a fishing rod, - made for me, borrowed by HIS friend (Sabia) and broken by HIM.
a BB gun – given to me for my 10th birthday. Used by one of HIS friends who broke it. My father blamed me and took the gun away from me.
Years later, after returning to high school in late 1964, I changed my life and plans and was accepted at Penn State. I lived with a friend in a small apartment in Chestnut Hill, PA who had some friends who were wealthy. I aspired to be like them, to hang out with them, to be accepted by them. I went to their parties. I visited them in their homes and felt like I had been accepted.
One day, in early 1965, two guys came to our apartment and accused me of stealing something from one of the homes and told me to stay away. One guy was a known asshole and a liar. He knew I could kick his ass so he brought a friend. The friend was over 6 feet tall and very strong. I guess he was the enforcer. I denied any such actions but due to my known past they blamed me anyway. I think it was just and excuse because the girlfriend of the little man liked me. That experience scarred me for the rest of my life and bothers me today, 57 years later.
There is no need to write further. Obviously, there are many people in prison today who actually ARE innocent but are serving time now. Some are on death row awaiting execution. Others have been executed and then, found innocent after their death.
Now, if my wife blames me for something that I did not do (despite having been guilty of this action at other times) I hate it and hate her for blaming me. However, what is my defense? None.
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Be careful who you blame. They may be innocent and your blame will do harm that may last them for a lifetime.
The Meneses Family - 1927
I wrote this in 1999 after reading Elmore Leonard's CUBRA LIBRE and trying to read Jose Marti's poems in original Spanish. I learned a little. Now, 23 years later I still don't understand about the Cuban Blood I have in my veins...
Cuban Blood
At fifty, he read this book. Something about Cuba and the revolution. It had never mattered before. But now, he wondered about his blood. At ten (in 1958!) he had listened, patiently, he thought for a (HYPERACTIVE) ten year old, to his grandfather talk about Cuba and his brothers, in the hills, fighting.