weiner wagon 2   There was vacant land next to my elementary school way back last century  when I was in primary school .  (   Or was it Grammar school ? My friend Joe and I had a discussion about the use of those terms : elementary vs. primary vs. grammar school . )  A Hughes Market grocery store was built there . Now it’s a Ralph’s Market . Most of the space , or half of it at least , is now the parking lot , of course .  But that’s irrelevant to my story , so let’s get on with it .

Another random memory ,  emerging now  from my brain bunker  where I keep them  , uncatalogued , forgotten for decades , came back to light suddenly . I had gone to Berlin , saw a wurst stand , and began , I guess , to ponder wieners (…

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Thursday Doors – Goodwin Hotel

No Facilities

I hope Joey likes it.

This post was originally planned for late September. I moved it up in the rotation for two reasons. One, my friend Kate posted a story (sorry, I lost the link) about how they are tearing a historic building down in Portland, OR in order to replace it with a common steel and glass high-rise. The story reminded me of the story of this beautiful piece of Hartford’s past. The second reason can wait until the end.

Goodwin Square is part of my meandering study of the Ann Uccello district in Hartford. When I first arrived in Hartford, the Goodwin Apartment building was still standing, but it was in deep trouble. By the mid-1980s, there was talk of tearing it down so the next “highest” building could be built. Local opposition fought hard against losing this beautiful structure, but the best deal they could cut was…

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Only 24 hours of life


Dicky returns home from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor told him he had only 24 hours of life.

In this situation, Dicky asks his wife to have sex. Of course she agrees.

After 6 hours Dicky tells her: “Honey, you know, I only have 18 hours of life. Do you think we could make love again ?” She agrees again.

Later when Dicky goes to bed, he looks at his watch and sees that now only 8 hours remain. Then he tells his wife: “Baby, please… do it again before I die”.

She replies: “Of course, my dear” and make love for the third time. Then the wife turns to one side and falls asleep. But Dicky was worried and still moving in bed, unable to sleep until he sees there are only four hours remaning.

He wakes up his wife: “Dear, I have only 4…

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The earth is full of Your possessions.

Fountains of hope poetry

Psalm 104:24

O LORD, how many are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all; The earth is full of Your possessions.

 What will I wear?

What will I eat?

Where will I stay?

How will I pay for it ?

Should I fend for myself?

God created me, He formed me, even before I was born He knew me.

I trust Him. Yes I will sow seed, but He will send the rain.

Dear Father, I trust You to provide, You own everything. I will seek You, not food, clothes or a nice place to live. I choose You, I choose life.

Matthew 6:25-27 (NASB)

 “For this reason I say to you,do not be worried about yourlife, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than…

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Ann Oblivion Blog

A mirage of my soul.
A distraction of my troubles.
He is what fails my words.
He is what my heart loses.

He has seen me enough.
sometimes in his dreams
sometimes in his words.
He is what I could never see,
knowing he is nothing but
a mirage of my soul.

I am facing him
but in a wrong time.
Many times he just passed by
like the wind unseen.
But we were both teenage
And we knew nothing
about what fate holds.

He believed in me
when I did not believe in self.
Maybe we would never make
The world together.
But he healed me all along
while I have failed him.

Perhaps I am scared
to lose what I have not really found.
When river calms down,
night falls aside,
and the world reassembles itself –
I will meet you then.

Battles after the battles
wars after…

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The Immortal Jukebox

Let’s remind ourselves what’s A1 on The Immortal Jukebox and why!

Some songs have a brutally simple primal perfection.

Usually these songs are recorded at the very beginning of an artists career before they start to look into the rear view mirror and become conscious that they do indeed have a career, a legacy and a reputation to protect.

These are records that come at you full bore and demand you listen now!

Think of the primitive perfection of the last song recorded on the day the Beatles recorded their first LP.

You want to know what The Beatles sounded like in Hamburg? Listen to the raw bleeding magnificence of John Lennon’s vocal on, ‘Twist and Shout’ and the eyeballs out commitment of Paul, George and Ringo.

There was no way a second take could top that!

Think of the stupid beauty of the Undertones debut single, ‘Teenage Kicks’ –…

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