I have noticed for at least the last year, my ability to write has diminished. Partially due to the time of the day that I choose to vent what is left of my brain cells....and the time of day is NIGHT TIME, very often aftern midnight...and even hours past that....when I am half alseep, and running on half the amount of cylinders the mental engine needs to perform. My choice of words...my vocabulary is much to be desired, my frame of refereneces and memory hindered by my tiredness, and stress of running a business that isnt doing as well as it used to.
WHen George Bush was president....(not that I miss him) his persona, and moronic antics alwasy gave me food for thought and I was able to make fun of him, Darth CHENEY and the rest of his Neo NAzi gorup of cartoon characters. SOmehow... I cant seem to find any humor in OBAMA....I feel his pain....he is an intelligent man, that inherited a contry buried in shit....and no matter how he tries to dig us out....we are still buried in it....maybe just a little bit better.... and I have no anger towards him for the condition. WHile the Repuublicans are screaming about his inefficiencies.....WHERE THE FUCK WERE THEY WHEN CHENEY AND BUSH, HALLEBURTON AND EXXON MOBILE WERE ROBBING US BLIND....AND KILLING OUR CHILDREN....AND MURDERING MILLIONS OF MIDEASTERNERS? WHERE WERE THEY AND WHY WERENT THEY SCREAMING..WHY, THEY WERE MAKING TOO MUCH MONEY THAT IS WHY.
SO THERE IS LESS MATERIAL IN THE NEWS THESE DAYS THAT PERKS MY INTEREST...SURE, they werite about kidnappings, thrown a little girl with cancer into a woodchipper, and all other kinds of murders and horrors...but that isnt the type of news that interests me..and really represents what is going on in the country......or in my mind. So I am tired, nervous, often overwhelmed......and have less to write about...but I am trying to look at things differently, and find things to write about that might interest you in style or form or content....and Please for give spelling and grammar... Let me blame my condition..its not stupididty.....
THIS MORNING, I ARRIVED AT THE CHURCH EARLY. THE MASS WAS CALLED FOR 10, BUT I ARRIVED BY 9:30.. I DIDNT WANT TO BE LATE...INCASE TRAFFIC WAS BAD.. tHIS CHURCH..THE SACRED HEART,,,WAS BASICALLY ACROSS THE STREET FROM WHERE I GREW UP. WE MOVED THERE IN 1947, WHEN CLIFTON, WAS STILL 50% FARM LAND. and now, you cant find a postage stamp of emptyland. Next to the Church, is now a little park, where once stood Public School Number 7, where I attened kindergarten thru 8th grade....on the COnrer is wehre the 44 club once stood, the first Tavern, that served Pizza on FRIDAY nights, and where I was first sacred by food that looked like vomit, but later started worshipping as food from the gods. Across from the 44 Club was our first dentists office.....diagonally across from the church, was DR Silvermans old house, where I used to get examinations and was first scared to death by injections from needles that hurt like hell, when it entered my skinny little arms. DOWN the hill from the DRs house was the old Dundee Canal where I went fishing almost every day...when weather permitted it...and my parents permitted it.....and, possibly the most emotional off all memories, was the grave of Father Perlo. A merry, chubby priest that i knew from the church..who died, in 1954...and whose body was laid to rest only three feet from the side walk...which freaked me out then....and even today, its ahrd to belive...he is still right there, almost touching the sidewalk....and thank the people.........that they have the respect to leave his resting place unmolested....and fresh flowers always brightening up the stone. This church is where BOBBY HOFFMAN, was married....I thinkit was in 1955, and DUSTY RHODES and the rest of the team signed my baseball.......so, it was a walk down memory lane for me, prior to the begining of the mass. The memories were good, yet I was overcome with sadness never the less.
BACK TO THE FUNERAL..... The second person to arrive at the church asked me what to do...She said she was JEWISH and didnt know the protocol. I told her that I too was JEWISH and didnt know what we were supposed to do either.......just wait and see. Eventually everyone arrived in an assortment of limosines and fancy cars, and of course a hearse, bearing the bodyof DOTTIES dearly departed mother...Lucy, who met GOD at age 96. Dotty was a wonderful daughter, who took care of her day and night,...devoted to the last, and never complained no matter how tough things got.
The Pall bearers were something out of a horror movie..Most were big and fat and had sqaure heads.....One really looked like our new GOVENOR CHRISTIE, but meaner!!! They were of course all dressed in black, with long black coats.....and blank expressions. It seemed only seconds, that the mass began...and the priest, dressed in white, started saying prayers.
Immediatley my eyes welled up with tears, because that is just the way I am. I seem to absorb sadness from other people; and my tears were for DOtty who lost her mother....and I supposed it brought up all the memories of other funerals that i have atteneded in the past...both Grandmothers,mother and father, friends...aunts and uncels..etc all, and probably, the one i cried the most, second from family, was the funeral...of John F KENNEdY in 1963. I watched it on TV, while eating lunch in CLAYS Restuarant in Lexington KENTUCKY........while at college. Somethings you cannot ever forget....and some holes in your heart never heal.
Dotty and her family sat up front....and I with my boys from the store stayed back about 8 rows. There was an organist upstairs...who played hymns, and accompanied various prayers. My logical mind, expected the priest to talk about Lucy, and her long wonderful life....Her history, her accomplishments, her wonderful children......I expected DOtty and her brother would get up and give a eulogy to a truely wonderful woman. I expected the grandchildren to stand up and tell stories about her and how they will miss her..
But the majority of the one hour were prayers , songs sung by a very wonderful love singer.....that was so good, that I thought it was a tape recording.......but most of the hour was just about how Jesus suffered for all of us...and Saint PAUL did this, and the ROmans did that, and all passages from the bible...that have nothing to do with living on planet earth today. The priest did his routine....stchick...how the angels are coming to get Lucy...and Jesus will forgive her for her sinds....I DONT THINK THIS LADY HAD ANY SINS....SHE WAS ONE HELL OF A GOOD WOMAN, WHO HAD THE MOST WONDERFUL CHILDREN...AND GRANDCHILDREN....AND I AM SICK OF THIS ORIGINAL SIN CRAP......THERE WERE NO SINS...... except he church probably asking for a huge donation for the funeral.
Then the typical eating the Eucharist which is supposed to turn into the flesh of christ when it enters your body.....and the drinking of wine, that turns nto his blood. Please forgive me but this is as pagan as any crazy ritual cromm any tribe anywhere to cannibals...It is scientific nonsense.....if it were only symblic..well that is one ting....but they really belive that the molecular structure changes.....oh well.
I only noticed that the priest was drinking the wine......and quite a few glasses of it....I think he enjoyed it too much... But I will say, I did like the tone of his voice. He wasnt preaching, but was talking gently to the people most of the time...and this did impress me. I liked him. But the funeral wasnt about Lucy and her life....it was only rehashing the old stuff...that everyone already new that was in the bible..that is old hat. I wanted to get up and say something myself......and tell the priest who didnt really know LUCY.. to make it about her and the family.....we all know that Jesus was Crusified.....we all knwo the stories...... but this wasnt about him IT WAS ABOUT HER...AND I WAS PISSED!!
BUT HERE I WAS, A JEW.....NOT A MEMBER OF EITHER THE CHURCH OR FAMILY.....SO IT WAS NONE OF MY BUSINESS... but I silenetly still said a prayer..that her spirit would go where all good spirits goes....and spend a peacheful eternity, which she deserves.
The next step in the eents of the day was teh ride to the cemetary...only a mile from the CHURCH.....it seemed, extrememly filled.....most of the land was covered with tomb stones.....as far as the eye can see....small onees,medium sized ones, and hige ones.....some simply engraved with a name, and other carved with elaborate designes, wreathers, flowers, and religous figures. Yet others had Crosses protruding over the stone, and yet oneters had huge statues of Jesus, or MAry or ANGELS......and then you couldnt help notice, that the wealthy people wanted to show their wealth, even after death....even after most mortals might forget them. the concept of "Iam richer that you" existed after death....and the"MINE IS BIGGER THAN YOURS"exisited after death.....Penis envy exhibited in granite, transcended time...and I almost laughed at the idea. But one doesnt laugh at a funeral....and one doesnt laugh at tens of thousands of tombstones....But all you had to do was look around....and the MINE IS BIGGER THAN YOURS concept was self evident.
The family, that I nver met before..thanked me for coming. I didnt know what to day.....I just said, it was only right to come to pay my respects....DOttie is my freindd.....and I shouldnt be thanked...I felt guilty being thanks...But Since my mother was a travel agent for guilt trips, it is very easy for me to feel guilty about almost anything.....
30 seconds away from the cemetary was the BON FIRE, where Dotty had planned a repast or luncheon.....and it was in the very same room that we had my sisters husbands 60th Birthday PArty.....a while ago...We eventually got back to the store...but I must admit, it was a very emotiional day for me..it dug up the past....that was more or less resting quietly....but upon reflecting...i hvent done so bad.......I have freinds and family, most of my body parts still work quiet well, and I have teeth you can see when i smile.....and still have my sense of humor,and a few functioning brain cells.
And in conclusion....I want you al to know I am working on a new musical....it will be rediculous. It will be called HYPOCRISY...a musical starring GOVE CHRISTIE< SARAH PALIN< GLENN BECK< RUSH LIMBAUG< ANN COULTER< and others... Half the time they are their miserable nasty selves...But when they get together to party......like Jeckl and HYDE...they all change.... CHRISTIE is a drag queen who takes ballet lessons with RUsh LIMBAUG,m PALIN has a split perconality and is a hooker...who works the streets with ANN COULTER..... and Glenn Beck is really a drug dealer and a poligamist.....and of course.....many of them wil be gay and bisexual....and some of the TELVANGEISTS will be involved in their antiqucs..It wil be hilarious....yes, a musical.....and We also must have GEORGE BUSH and CHENEY......
SInce they are in the public eye, I thik I am allowed to use their names....who cares....if they sue me....they can take all my bills that I owe......and a few boxes of anitques. I also want to get some other famous names involved. Like Dr Kevorkian, who just might end up an ANGEL......all roles will be reviersed.......get ready to laugh.
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