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Big G just outed the Forum. As always ......

I glance at the brick, the cement, the bars on my ground floor back windows, look at the struggling ailanthus (city stink tree) look at your pictures, breath in deep and dream. Based on my own tree rings, that’s a max cap fantasy. As always ....

You kept doing it until you got it right. Along the way you kept stock of and kept close, all of your blessings. One of your blessings will join, in marriage, you and your beloved. A wonderful outcome. As always ....

Your first dance, tomorrow, will be repeated and remembered at your silver and golden anniversary celebrations. An bhfeadfadh sonas a bheith ag do phosadh agus 100 bliain anuas. As always ....

In my postage stamp back yard, if I miss watering my very few vegetables, even once, I get a visit from Social Services. As always .....

After last nights deluge all of mine are singing “ What do you do with a drunken sailor”. As always ....

So that’s why I don’t see any in my young urban progressive neighborhood.

I saw one, finally, in my Cobble Hill Red Hook back yard. One lone light in the evening dusk. I stood there, thinking back 65 years wondering where have you all gone to. As always .....

Your right it wasn’t 51degrees at the time of the celebration. It had, I believe, dropped to 55 degrees by midnight. With a stiff breeze on the roof at those temperatures it felt cold. This year with the Macy’s display around the Brooklyn Bridge I may give it another go. 33 years later. The sycamores are taller but I should still have a decent view, Thart is, if I don’t fall off. As always ..

I remember that 51 degrees. I was on the roof of my Red Hook/Cobble Hill row house watching the fire works around lLiberty Island. I was freezing, it felt a lot colder, with the breeze, then 51. Frank Sinatra was part of the night celebration. I look at all the pleasure boats and every day folk close into the festivities. With today’s sad reality it probably could never be reproduced. Restrictive protective measures would have to be in effect. Thanks for the memory, Unc.

A good place to see creations palette, thank you. As always .....

How sad, the thought of a diminished star field, an unintended victim of us. I remember a May spring night. I and couple of school chums were sitting on boulders in a Johnson County field just south of the Ozark National Forest. It was 1968 and a warm tranquil clear night. No beer. Johnson County was a Dry County. No girls because, even though it was Friday the girls dorm curfew still kicked in at 8:30pm. I beLieve Saturday went to 9:30 and Sunday was rolled back to 7:30 with chaperoned parlor visiting privileges for a little longer .You don’t want to ask about Mon to Thur. We just watched the star show Having grown up in the Dyer Heights, Bay Ridge/Fort Hamilton neighborhoods of Brooklyn stargazing was not a memorable experience, except on July 4th, depending on which of us was able to get the best stuff. To this day I’m still surprised I can count to ten using both hands. The star gazing in that Ark field will never be forgotten, I even viewed my first shooting stars. They were frequent, it seemed to me. I recall seeing two cross. Sad to lose that to progress but it won’t be denied. Rather than squawking about it I should try to transport these old bones to place where I might see it again. At least I can still sit in the dark, close my eyes and remember. As always ....

Could the State generate an after hours park permit for those whose skills necessitate it’s use? Just a thought, as always ........

Many happy returns. Rain will never douse your candles. Snow, well maybe ....... as always

How can you say that, after spending the entire day hitting a little ball, with a club, through grass, weeds, sand, trees and finally water. All that to make it disappear into an almost invisible hole. You know I believe your right, the heck with golf, stick to the sport of Moderating. It’s much more satisfying. You also can’t lose.

Wow! Beer drinking in a water hazard while looking for his lost balls. He’s good. As always .....

Going after balls in the water hazard sure did a job on his lucky shirt. As always ....

Hubcaps aren’t doing to well either. As always ....

If only the water hazards weren’t at flood stage. As always .....

A pity CPK never used it. As always ....

That’s what you get for falling off the wagon. As always .....

Where I am lawns are an anomaly. Now concrete crack weed maintenance is certainly an issue. As always ....

Not a punishment at all. Who could complain about watching an adult, with a big stick, hit, almost invisible, little balls around thousands of yards of turf, rough, water and sand only to try to get said ball into an equally invisible small hole. “Not me” I’m fine with it. As always .....

At least the salt is gone. As always ....

Perfect place to send the Central Park folks foe measurement training. As always ....