Gang Stalking – Happy Father’s Day to all fathers.

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I can’t believe it’s already Father’s Day.   How time flies when we’re having fun (not)!

My father died a long time ago.  I have few memories left of  him.  He died very young. I always considered my father a very good-looking man.  It  is only now that I realize how very handsome he was.

I do have one very vivid memory, though.  My mother got sick and was put in the hospital.  One day my father was going to visit my mother and I asked him if I could go with him to see  her.  He said “sure.”   We took the subway to the hospital, and arrived at  the hospital within 20 minutes.  When we got to the desk, my father told the receptionist that we were there to visit my mother.  But the receptionist told my father I could not see my mother because I was too young.  I was 9 and I had to be 16 to visit her.  So I had to wait outside while my father visited with my mother.  I went outside and waited for my father.  While standing, I heard someone call my name.  I looked up and there were my  mother and father waving to me and throwing me kisses.  I told my mother I loved her and missed her.

When my father’s visiting hour was up, my father and I began our walk toward the subway again.  We passed a store that was advertising a sale on coats.  My father said to me, “Do you want a new coat?”  The coat I was wearing was a little worn out, but it was still wearable.  I said, “Yes, I do.”  So we walked into the store.  The sales people were very helpful and I liked them.  They were very patient with me. I modeled coat after coat for my father.  At one point,  I said to him, “Dad, which coat do you like?”  He replied, “It doesn’t matter what coat you buy, you look beautiful in all of them.”  Beautiful!  Me beautiful!  My father thought I was beautiful!  I always thought I was attractive by the way people treated me, but beautiful!  No one had ever called me beautiful before.  My father thought I was beautiful! Wow!  From that day on, it didn’t matter the names someone called me.  My father thought I was beautiful!

I finally decided to stick with a blue coat that had a mohair look to it, and walked out the store wearing it and feeling really beautiful.  I held my father’s hand as we continued on our way to the subway.  I kept looking up at my father, and I so loved my father at that moment.

As I write this, my heart aches so much.  I would love to see my father again. I miss him.

Dad, miss you and Happy Father’s Day.  Love you.

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

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If I  won two free plane tickets, I’d head for New York.  I haven’t been in New York in years and it would  be nice to see all the changes that have been made.  I know that a lot of changes have taken place because I always keep track of what’s going on in New York.  I read all articles that pertain to anything about New York.  If there’s a new park being added to the cityscape, I’m on top of it.  If a new restaurant opens up, I know about it.  The subways break down, I know about it.  New Mayor, ditto. Anything and everything that goes on in New York, I know about.

It would be good to return to my roots.  To see friends I haven’t seen in years.  It’d be great to hang out with friends and just have fun.  Or take a ride on the Staten Island Ferry ; ride the subways; have a great piece of pizza (now I’m hungary thinking about the pizza);visit Central Park; see the Statute of Liberty.  Just to see the skyline of New York would be fantastic!

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – There’s no place like New York City during the holidays.

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What I like about the holiday season is Christmas.  I’ve always loved Christmas, especially growing up in New York.  New Yorkers all decorate their windows, and so do all the department stores and other businesses.  Every one seems to be in good spirits.  Every one has house parties, and at work , there are parties given by the big honchos.  No matter what religion or belief, everyone gets into the spirit of Christmas.  There are chestnuts sold on the street corners, carolers are everywhere.  Santa Claus appears on every street corner with his ho-ho-ho.  And the Salvation Army is everywhere ringing its bell.  A lot of tourist come to New York to see all the decorations and take part in the celebrations.  New York is a Fairyland during Christmas.  I love it.  And, oh, how can I forget the tree that’s lit at Rockefeller Center. It’s gorgeous.  And the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall with their Christmas show.  Everyone in New York becomes childlike during the holidays.

And I like the New Year’s eve celebration. I remember in New York my sisters and I used to go partying from house to house.  We’d go to someone’s house, have something to eat and drink, stay about an hour, and head over to someone else’s  house.  By the time New Year’s arrived, we’d visited about six houses, and we’d have so much fun acting stupid and laughing all night.  Or we’d go to Times Square and stand out in the cold throwing confetti  at all the tourists wishing them “Happy New Year.”  And then we’d get on the subway with silly hats and act even sillier.  Ah, those were the days!

But I no longer live in New York.  I now live in Las Vegas, Nevada.  It’s not the same here in Las Vegas.  There are hardly any decorations on the windows of the stores, or the hotels. And almost no one decorates his house.  It doesn’t feel very “Christmassy”  in Las Vegas.  It lacks the fun aspect of Christmas and New Year’s in New York.  And people here have no Christmas spirit whatsoever.

Anyone who wants to have a great Christmas, visit New York.  It’s a great place to visit during the holidays. There’s no place like it.

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P.S. I had a lot of trouble typing this blog.  The hackers (2-year-olds) were really at it today.  Removing pictures, putting  different captions on them, removing paragraphs, double captioning,  so I hope when you read this it makes sense.

Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What is your biggest frustration about driving?

Is it people who don’t know how to merge? Or the ones who leave their turn signals on for decades? Maybe it’s simply the horrors of a daily commute in traffic? Identify your biggest annoyance and explain why it frustrates you so much?

I’ve never had a problem with commuting. When I lived in New York I had a car, but I never used it to commute. It made no sense to commute into New York City from Queens. If I drove my car to work, it would mean having to pay to park my car in a garage. Parking a car in New York can cost you a month’s rent. So I left it at home. I took the subway to work, which was  less expensive and I didn’t have to pay to park my car.  But I do know the horrors of being stuck in a subway car  stuffed with 200-300 people.

I used my car after getting home from work to do shopping and  other errands.  So I never had to worry about people who didn’t know to merge into traffic.

The one thing that annoyed me, though, were people who drove without looking.  What I mean by this, is that they would be driving, but their eyes were not on the road. Women and men would be turning around in their seat to discipline their children.  Others  would be eating,  texting, putting on their make-up (women), or some would actually be shaving (men)  while driving.  I  always worried all these people were going to cause an accident and I did not want to be involved in one.  I  made sure that I kept my eyes on them and the road.  It is a very, very dangerous way to drive.  All someone has to do is look away for a second to cause an accident.  I’m sure people who drive this way cause a lot of accidents.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Planes, trains, or automobiles?

Well, they erased my blog again. I have to start all over again. Second time starting blog. Third time writing blog. They erased my blog again. I wonder if it’ll be one of those days where it takes me all day to write a 100 word blog. But I will get it done.

What is your favorite way to travel 500 miles?

Planes. There’s not much you can do on a plane. The only scenic thing  is clouds. If you like studying clouds, then you’ll be happy. Otherwise, there’s not much to see. Plus, you have to sit in your seat like a good, little girl. Ever since 9/11, I have to think twice about going on a plane. So, planes? Only if I absolutely have to. Planes have gotten scary to me. You’re way up there in the sky and if something happens, there’s nowhere to go, but down.

Automobiles? You are the pilot. You can drive as fast or as slow as you’d like. No one can tell you what to do in your car. You can stop and go as you please. Stop and eat, or not eat. You have a choice of what you eat. You’re not stuck with airplane food. That airplane food seems to have gotten worse over the years. That is, if they give you anything to eat.  But in a car, it’s tiring, even when you stop and take a break.

Trains? I love trains. Always have. Growing up in New York, using the subways as a second home, I fell in love with trains. So if I’m going a long distance, trains are my choice. I’ve taken trains all over Europe, and Amtrak in the U.S.  I’ve seen a lot of things on a train that I wouldn’t have seen in a plane. I can get up and walk around. Go into the leisure section and watch movies, or play cards. Or have an interesting conversation with a fellow traveler. I find trains glamorous, even though they’re not as glamorous as they used to be. And in a train, I have time to think and relax,  read a good book, or listen to music. 

The blog I send out to Publish is the not the one you readers always get.  If I make a mistake, I try to change it.  Sometimes, you’ll get blogs with a code, which stands for four, five letter words.  I don’t add those five letter words.  It is done by the government hackers.  I have absolutely no control over what you get.  So I hope you get the version of the blog I want you to get.  Thanks for reading my blog.

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