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Classic Literatures, New City, NY (2025)

07/29/2025

🥰When I was in 2nd grade, Mrs. Moore would read to us after lunch. We would all sit at her feet and she would pull out her Skittle jar. She would hand each of us two Skittles, and I would pray for red and green (together they tasted delicious). She used a paper clip as a bookmark, and while she read she would turn the paper clip in her fingers over and over. While savoring those two precious Skittles, I lived in a Boxcar and also traveled to Narnia, all while thinking that Mrs. Moore was the prettiest and most stylish person.
Teachers...kids remember. They remember details. I know around this time the newness has worn off and it seems like a million years until Christmas break. But one day some 33 year old former student will think of you every time they eat Skittles, and they will appreciate you. Keep teaching and keep loving; it makes a difference!
~Original author unknown, but it’s lovely and so very true❤️

07/29/2025

Ernest Hemingway once said:
When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should be able to go into a room and when you come out know everything that you saw there and not only that. If that room gave you any feeling you should know exactly what it was that gave you that feeling.
It’s a rare and profound gift to be fully present with someone, and yet, it’s something so few of us truly offer. Most people only half-listen, their minds already formulating their next words, distracted by their own thoughts, or zoning out entirely.
Imagine how powerful it would be if we listened more deeply—if we made a commitment to being fully engaged, to hearing and understanding not just the words, but the emotions and intentions behind them. Listening isn’t just about waiting for your turn to speak; it’s about absorbing what someone else is sharing and making them feel heard, valued, and understood. It’s about connecting on a level deeper than surface conversations, because when you truly listen, you open a door to empathy and genuine connection. And isn’t that what we’re all really longing for?
Beyond listening, there is also the art of observing, of truly noticing the world around you. When you walk into a room, take a moment to soak in everything. Notice the details—the way the sunlight filters through the windows, the color of the walls, the expressions on people’s faces, the way someone is nervously tapping their foot or laughing with their eyes more than their mouth. Most of us rush through spaces, our minds preoccupied and our eyes barely registering what’s in front of us. But there’s magic in paying attention, in being mindful of the small details that make every moment unique.
Think of the room not just as a physical space, but as an experience. Every room has a mood, a feeling, an energy. It could be the coziness of a room filled with laughter, the tension of a space where a difficult conversation just took place, or the warmth of a place that holds beautiful memories. The more we tune in to these subtle feelings, the more deeply we can understand our surroundings and the people in them. What gave you that feeling? Was it the way someone’s eyes lit up when they smiled? The scent of freshly brewed coffee that brought a sense of comfort? Or perhaps the distant echo of a song that stirred up a forgotten memory?
Being observant and emotionally aware in this way takes practice, but it also transforms the way you move through life. You become more sensitive, more attuned, more aware. You start to notice the way a friend’s voice softens when they’re talking about something they love, or the slight shift in someone’s tone when they’re hiding something. You begin to see and feel things that others miss entirely, and that awareness can lead to a richer, more connected experience of the world.
It’s a beautiful thing to be a person who listens with their heart, who observes deeply, and who feels fully. It means you’re not just drifting through life; you’re living it intentionally. You’re soaking in the fullness of each moment, aware of the beauty and complexity around you. It means you understand people better, because you’ve made the effort to see and hear them, to pick up on the nuances of their being. It means you can be the kind of person whose presence feels calming, because people know you’re truly there with them, not just waiting for your turn to talk or half-heartedly engaging.
So, when you’re in conversation, let go of the urge to plan your next statement. Take a breath, relax your mind, and give the person speaking your undivided attention. Let yourself be present, fully. When you walk into a room, slow down and really see it. Observe the details, feel the energy, notice the small things that make that moment unique. You’ll find that life becomes richer, fuller, and more meaningful when you learn to listen and observe completely. It’s not just about hearing words or seeing objects—it’s about feeling the fullness of everything around you. It’s about experiencing life, deeply and completely.
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What do you believe we miss out on when we’re not fully present, and how does that impact our relationships and experiences.

07/28/2025

We have the standard 6 ft. Fence in the backyard, and a few months Ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire City. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric Fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made For 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. Long ground rod, and Drove it 7.5 feet into the grund. The ground rod is the key, with The more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big Wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the Yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the Mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of The way.
It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.
Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right Hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in Mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a Picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still.
The first thing I notice is my pe**er trying to climb up the front Side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the Lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time That Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my Head. I was literally one with the engine.
It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of s**t lawnmower Were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot crap, p*e, and vomit at the same time. I beg To differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels Emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and You're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 Times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality It was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding Onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric Fences ... But Dad always had those piece of s**t chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now Accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river Bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just Man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.
'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!
Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a Loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam In it. Covered in p**p, p*e, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die ... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into The rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore Roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's Right foot.
So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, Standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not Take me that day ... He left me there covered in my own fluids to Writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.
I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ...
I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside Me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and Then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I Was on the ground still holdng on to it. I assume I finally had a Seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:
1 - Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
3 - P**p, p*e, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
4 - My left eye will not open.
5 - My right eye will not close.
6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little sesion cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.
7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.
8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).
That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things.
I don't care what type of humor you like this is funny
I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.
The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.

07/28/2025

When Barney told Andy he should just let Opie "decide for himself" how he wanted to live… Andy had these words of wisdom.
"No, I'm afraid it don't work that way. You can't let a young’n decide for himself. He'll grab at the first flashy thing with shiny ribbons on it. Then, when he finds out there's a hook in it, it's too late. Wrong ideas come packaged with so much glitter that it's hard to convince ‘em that other things might be better in the long run. All a parent can do is say 'wait' and 'trust me' and try to keep temptation away."
Somehow... we have lost this basic truth. Too many people are more worried about being their child’s friend, than in being a parent.

07/27/2025

A man was flying from Seattle to San Francisco. The plane had a layover in Sacramento. The flight attendant explained that there would be a delay, and if the passengers wanted to get off the aircraft, the plane would re-board in one hour.
Everybody got off the plane except one gentleman who was blind.
Another man had noticed him as he walked by and could tell the gentleman was blind because his Seeing Eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of him throughout the
entire flight. He could also tell he had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached him, and calling him by name, said, "Keith, we're in Sacramento for an hour, would you like to get off and stretch your legs? "
The blind man replied, "No thanks, but maybe my dog would like to stretch his legs."
Picture this:
All the people in the gate area came to a complete standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a Seeing Eye dog! The pilot was even wearing sunglasses. People scattered. They not only tried to change planes, but they were trying to change airlines!
True story....Have a great day and remember... Things aren't always as they appear.

07/26/2025

They planted fish and rice on the land in Indonesia.. Check the picture
Rice crop requires large amounts of water; Therefore, farmers in Indonesia devised a way to benefit from this water. They brought fish and released them in large numbers into the water in which rice was grown, and they gained three benefits:
🌾Fish eat insects, algae, and harmful pests that collect on the soil, and fish feed on plant branches at the same time.
🌾The second benefit is benefiting from fish waste for soil fertility.
The third benefit is that the fish itself grows and increases in reasonable quantities (as food for farmers or trade).
This movement was known as the "rice/fish culture". After implementing this plan, land production increased by about 20% above the normal limit, in addition to the huge quantities of fish.

07/26/2025

"...And after a long time the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you-
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree.
"You cannot swing on them-"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree.
"You cannot climb-"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am an old stump. I am sorry..."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet pleace to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is a good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy."
Shel Silverstein - The Giving Tree, 1964.

07/25/2025

A truck loaded with thousands of copies of Roget's Thesaurus crashed yesterday losing its entire load. Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralyzed, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumbfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, sp*echless, and perplexed.

07/24/2025

Billed as Kellye Nakahara, she mostly was a background player in the early seasons of CBS’ M*A*S*H as one of the nurses who toiled in the mobile Army surgical hospital during the Korean War. Her 1st Lt. Yamato had a memorable major role in the 1982 episode titled “Hey, Look Me Over,” when her crush on Capt. Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce (Alan Alda) was featured.
She was my favorite person on the show. She seemed like the person who would be your best friend and a wonderful confidante. She was a gernuinely warm person. I will never forget the scene where she is talking to a dying soldier who in his final moments thinks that Kelleye is his girlfriend back home. He is hallucinating that they are on a picnic and she is taking his lead but playing on the narrative. She mentions that she made the sandwiches espcecially for the occasion, to which he says he hate the sandwiches. Kelleye quickly recovers saying that she had forgotten. But she stayed with the man until his final breath and was the first to shed a tear when he passed. Even though Nurse Kelleye was a character, the world was a better place because she was in it, and somewhere out there, there are real people just like her.

07/24/2025

Your clothes came from Kmart and they stayed on layaway until school started. Eating out at a restaurant was a thing every now & then!! Fast food was leftovers at home. Eating popsicles was a treat on a hot day. We had fake cigs for candy and you only needed $1 or less. School was mandatory. You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your play clothes. If no one was home after school, you went to the neighbors. Nobody paid for daycare because we had a key to the house to get in when we got home.
We ate dinner at the table. Our house phone wasn't always being used. We played Cops and Robbers, 1-2-3 Not It, Red Light Green Light, Hide & Seek, Truth or Dare, Tag, Kickball, Dodgeball & we rode bikes. Girls and Boys played in the street. We came home when the street lights came on.
Staying in the house was a punishment and the only thing we knew about being "bored", "You better find something to do before I find it for you!" We ate what Mom made for dinner or we ate nothing at all. There was no bottled water; we drank from the tap or the water hose!
Phone numbers and address’s were either memorized or written on a folded piece of paper which was kept with you at all times!
What were Cell phones? We watched cartoons on Saturday mornings and rode our bikes for hours. We ran around in the streets until dark and came in before the street lights came on.
We were AFRAID OF NOTHING.
We watched our mouths around our Elders. If we acted up we got beat with a wooden paddle, switch or belt!
These were the good old days.
Kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid, they will never understand my childhood!!

07/24/2025

William Henry Illingworth was born in Leeds, England, on 20 September 1844. He immigrated with his parents to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania while still a young child. In 1850, his family relocated to St. Paul, Minnesota, where his father operated a jewelry business. Illingworth helped in the business until he was about 20 years old, when he moved to Chicago to study wet plate photography.
After he returned to Minnesota, he worked on an expedition to Montana, later on, George Armstrong Custer chose him to be the photographer for his Black Hills expedition.
Illingworth's work provided later generations insight into key events of his time.
A blow-up of the Custer Expedition wagon train descending the Castle Creek valley on July 26, 1874 (photograph by William Henry Illingworth, Devereux Library Archives, Illingworth-809). Custer's expedition into the Black Hills consisted of 1,000 soldiers from his 7th Cavalry, 110 wagons, 70 Indian scouts, four reporters, and two gold miners.

07/21/2025

In 1975, Elvis was staying at the Hilton in Las Vegas during one of his concert series when he heard a touching story about an elderly woman who had lost her home in a fire. Deeply moved by her plight, Elvis decided to take action. He arranged for his personal limousine to bring the woman to the Hilton, where he met with her privately. During their meeting, Elvis listened to her story with empathy and compassion.
What happened next is a testament to Elvis's big heart. He not only gave her a significant amount of money to help her rebuild her life, but he also made arrangements to cover her immediate living expenses, ensuring she had a comfortable place to stay while getting back on her feet. This was not a rare occurrence; Elvis was known for his spontaneous acts of kindness and generosity.
Elvis's generosity extended beyond individual acts of kindness. He frequently gave away cars, jewelry, and other valuable items to friends, family, and even strangers. One notable example is when he famously gave away 200 Cadillacs over his lifetime. He often bought cars in bulk and handed them out to people who impressed him with their hard work or kindness.
Another memorable instance occurred in 1973, when Elvis performed a benefit concert in Honolulu, Hawaii, called "Aloha from Hawaii Via Satellite." This concert was the first to be broadcast live via satellite around the world, reaching over 1.5 billion viewers. The concert not only showcased his immense talent but also raised $75,000 for the Kui Lee Cancer Fund, demonstrating his commitment to using his fame for charitable causes.
These stories of Elvis's generosity have contributed significantly to his lasting legacy. They reveal a side of him that was driven by a genuine desire to help others and make a positive impact on their lives. Fans and admirers often share these anecdotes, celebrating not just Elvis the performer, but Elvis the man, whose kindness and humanity left a lasting impression on those who were fortunate enough to encounter it.

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