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The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.
Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company, a church, a home.

The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past…we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.

I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you, we are in charge of our attitudes.
— Charles R. Swindoll

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Craving. Hunger. Can’t sleep. Whatever you want to call it.

Last night somewhere around 10:30 me, my wife and daughter decided to go grocery shopping; for sweets. The three of us hopped in our car and drove the half-mile.

Mary and Taylor looked at a few sheet cakes, I went straight for the Drake’s.

What’s a poor boy do? I needed help with my decision. The shelf was packed with all sorts of good stuff.

“YOU ONLY GET ONE!” My wife screamed from half-way across the store.

A-B-C or D?

And please don’t say ‘Funny Bones’ they were eliminated early…


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I’ve been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It’s just some friends of mine that say
Hey, what’s the matter man?
We’re gonna come around at twelve
With some puerto rican girls that are just dyin’ to meet you
We’re gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let’s go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to

-Mick Jagger

Been thinking of all my friends from the neighborhood.

Miss you guys and gals.

The nights on the parkside, man-o-man…

Hanging out on the corner of Ninth and 16th street.

Playing ball in the boys schoolyard.

8th avenue and Windsor Place…

The Bleachers over by the Diamonds.

Hope everyone is well.



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Back in September of 2013, Kevin McPartland sent me his new novel.

I got through the first few chapters, then I put it down. Not that it was bad or anything, it’s just at times I’m a bit crazy when it comes to reading.

I take on many books at one time. I know, that’s a bad habit. I have trouble finishing. Always moving on to something else.

The other night in my basement while going through my book collection which is well over 200 books (Miss Monzillo would be proud of me) I pulled “Brownstone Dreams” and started it over.

Can’t put it down. Won’t put it down until I finish! I promise…

Great job Kevin, by the way, love Chapter 4, Prospect Park. I too had a similar experience.


I highly recommend getting K-Mac’s book – you’ll love it.

Brownstone Dreams

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By Kurt Warner (Football Hall of Fame Speech)

Moments matter. They leave their impression upon us. They shape how we live our lives, and they impact who we become. They also offer us something of possibly more value: The opportunity to leave a lasting mark on the world around us.
I came here tonight to say thank you to all of those who crossed my path and didn’t miss their moment to mark on me. It made all the difference. Don’t miss your moments. Both the moments to be impacted, and the moments to impact.
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The “R” train to Bay Ridge.  Spent many days and nights going back and forth.


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