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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 ....

Those excellent questions with impossible, at this time, to get answers, represent a working definition of a crapshoot. As always .....

My house cats think their a delicacy. As always...

No greater medicinal joy that time spent with a good and loving partner. No greater sadness than once filled but now empty arms. Yours will remain happily filled for many decades to come. As always....

For me it’s been a lot more nights than I care to think about. 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 .....

The way things are trending, it’s like saying, tonight there is a 100% chance of darkness.

From over 45 years of inner city UHI living experience, it’s sorta like a steam bath without the benefits. As always ......

As you sow, so shall you reap, as always ........

It will take quite a finger or number of to plug this dyke. I guess it’s time we retired the middle one. As always ......

I thought it was an actual flood stage stream/river at first glance. Well at least the poor fellow got 45 seconds out of his 15 minutes of fame, in the bucket. Judging from the comments, infamy would be a better word. As always ....

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

Definitely great for its time. Another insect favorite of mine was the movie Them. That little girl in shock and then screaming Them them over and over. Fess Parker had a break in role as a bush pilot. They were ready to put him away because of his description of the mating flight of the queen ants. That small part got him the role of Davy Crockett after James Aries’s turned it down. Apparently Walt Disney saw the movie and Mr Parker’s acting made an impression on him. Was there another one called The Beginning Of The End, with giant grasshoppers? A great decade for fright flicks. As always ....

It was 1968 and I was in the midst of a study all nighter in my Arkansas college dorm. I was heading for the Loo to get rid of some of the coffee ( that and no doze is all that we used then). When what greets me, ambling down th hall toward me was an Arkansas Brown Tarantula. I believe one of the local rebels kept it as a pet and figured it would be fun to see a yankee run out of his drawers. I was a Brooklyn kid well used to two, four and multi legged wild life. I went back to my room, got my two buddies, one from New Jersey, the other Minnesota and collected the tarantula which we christened Androcles. Didn’t know if it we had a male or female and we weren’t about to investigate. We kept Androcles on exhibit for a day and then released him/her to the wilderness behind the dorm. We disappointed our grey brethren and no one ever owned up to Androcles the Tarantula. Thank you Stormlover for jogging that memory. As always ...

God bless you Julian. At my age, whatever I have that needs it better be self pollinating. As always ....

We in the UHI inner city really can’t say “ we don’t have them” we just train them to stay hidden while the lights are on. As always ....

Anthony my row house abuts the Kane Street Synagogue. I believe it’s the oldest in Brooklyn. My good neighbor says it best: ”This Too Shall Pass”. 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 .....

Appropriately named and beautiful. As always ....

Dew Is rare in my little corner of the concrete/asphalt inner city. My usual and often only relief for the backyard in summer is a hose in hand or a cooperative congested cumulus. As always ......

I was 19 and getting ready to start the third year of college. I lived in the Fort Ham section of Brooklyn off Ridge Blvd, two blocks down from Fort Hamilton High School. I remember the heat. We did not have air conditioning. The heat was like a pressing physical presence. I had to water my fathers vegetable patch. I didn’t mind that day, I hose watered me as much as I did them . I remember dialing WE 6 1212 and hearing the over 100 reading. We had a black rotary phone. It was over half a century ago. 17 was a good year for you Unc, probably one of many. For me, I just cling to the sage advice of the singing poets, S and G ,” preserve your memories, their all that left you”. As always .........

It’s never a waste when there’s a bacon egg and cheese involved. As always ......

Sadly in my neck of the inner city woods they are now rare to non existent. As always .....

The forum has taken a scatological turn. ( but does it float? ) As always ....