GONE UNDERGROUND

Bad Boys, Bad Boys whatcha gonna do when they come for you......

My wife brought home a little souvenir from grocery shopping and I was bit shocked to see it actually.  It was a free magazine that you can pickup as you exit the store.  I am certain all of you have some kind of periodical that you pick up as you leave.  However this was a first for me.  I didn't know that our local police departments were having so much trouble finding some of the bad guys they are looking for.  On the cover of this free magazine called Fugitive Finder is the "gentleman" pictured and then on the next page along with many others are the "bios" of the folks they are tracking down.  Now the county this magazine is advertising for is the next county over, I would imagine that the county I live in would be following suit should this be a plan that works out for the neighboring Nassau County.   If anyone sees  Mr. Fajardo, let Nassau County know, there is two thousand bucks in it for you.  Let me know if any of you have something similar to this or bizarre that your local grocery store has free magazines for.

Columbine AGAIN?

I'm sure you already know about the two students from Long Island who decided they were going to repeat Columbine all over again.  Well I'm not really sure what exactly is in the water here on Long Island however it is linked to the highest rate of breast cancer in the country (thats beside the point).  There is a ton of things to do here on Long Island, the public schools here (I don't care much for them) are considered some of the best in the country and those schools have tons  of clubs, activities, and sports available, especially the schools where these two kids went.  So what gives, these kids don't have an Xbox, don't have sports that they play, don't have some other crap to keep them occupied?  Thank God Almighty their terror plot was found out and put an end too.  It just makes me think who else is thinking up this crazy shit, is there some other "trench coat mafia" terror cell ready to take their place?  I don't know, I hope not, though I do think we cant rule it out. 

We're suppose to be worrying about the "other guys" yet we have to worry about our own people trying to kill us and instill that fear that the other guys would love for us to have.  I guess a lot will be said before we find out what was going on in the heads of these two.  The investigation is just getting started and who knows others may be involved.  Anyway just maybe there is a Michael McDonough in your town getting ready for Armageddon.

Friday the 13th

I wish everyone  good luck today on Friday the 13th.  Ironically, this day has always been a very lucky day for me--and it just happens to be what I am watching at this very minute (part two anyway).  Good luck.

Did I Witness The End Of Times?

Last night I had a dream in which I witnessed probably the end of all of mankind, well not all.  Anyway it appeared to me I was on an island somewhere in the Pacific (I know islands in the Pacific, trust me), we were on the beach and the island seemed very far off the beaten path but I was communicating with local natives for some reason.  I suppose from our "conversation" they were trying to relay some type of message to me.  They were drawing lines in the sand and making some other obscure pictures.  Then I managed to figure out that they were trying to tell me something about an object that would be big; would be coming fast; and would be coming to Earth; and it would be NOW.  It was at that moment we could hear a very loud noise and we looked up into the clear blue and sunny  sky.  We could see the meteor racing through the sky toward the Earth.  We knew this could end badly; we all began to find some quick "protection" from the impact.  As me and the rest of the natives all hit the sand, we felt it hit.  It hit miles away but we knew we were going to feel the debris blast.  Then it came, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be and it lasted several minutes, at least it felt like it lasted that long.   As the sand was hitting as if it were some sand blasting machine cleaning the side of some old building, I awoke, my 3 month old daughter was wailing for a "bah-bah".

So I was up now and I was glad it wasn't real.  I really couldnt tell what time period it was or exactly when this event was taking place in the dream.  I have had similar dreams before but I can't say this is a recurring dream, quite possibly a recurring theme maybe.  Pacific island and some cataclysmic event. Anyway I got diapers to change and blessings count.

I Was Almost Assassinated

A couple days ago a client who I had not heard from in quite some time called, he wanted to schedule and a time to sit with me and "have coffee".  He was suppose to assassinate me but his attempt at doing so never came about.

First some background on this client.  He was the 58 year old son of another client of mine, a woman of 85 years old.  I actually was able to get a refinanced mortgage last year for her because she was served with DIVORCE papers from her very young 82 year old husband.  Apparently he went to Florida on a business trip and came back home with a some young hot 65 year old chick on his arm, hence the divorce papers.  This man was her second husband and came into the their marriage with my client having all of the property and wealth to begin with.  So the divorce is started and get this, it gets really nasty, these two fought over EVERYTHING.  They fought over postcards from vacations they had together and even dishes from the kitchen.  The divorce decree was about 3 inches thick.  Well my client now had to cash out her own property to pay this dirt bag off, hell, it wasn't even his house.  However New York law stated he was entitled to half of everything including the house.  So the divorce as well as my dealings with them is now over, I got her the money she needed to keep her home and pay this bum off.  Six months later I get a call from the son saying he needs help.  The mortgage had not been paid since they had it.  Make a long story short, I was able to arrange a deal with their current bank so he could make some payments, keep the house, and avoid foreclosure.  Three months later the son calls me again and tells me he is in trouble.  He made only one payment from the prior deal I brokered for him.  So now he is facing foreclosure.  I put him in touch with someone who specializes in getting folks out of these situations.  My guy was going to be able to help him.  The only thing the son needed to do was cooperate and do everything my guy needed him to do.  Well the son dragged his ass and his house was sold on the courthouse steps.  Mind you his 85 year old mom doesn't even know what is going on.  I put him in touch with another guy who would be able to at least recoup some of the money from the sale of his house.  That deal is still in works almost a year later.

Now when the mom found out they were facing foreclosure, she had a stroke and was admitted to ICU.  When the house sold, she took a turn for the worse--things didn't look good for her.  By this time I had been completely out of the picture since I had done all I could do.  Every now and then I would hear some things from the last guy I referred to them, he would give me periodic updates.

Now the son was a bit off, he was 58 years old, lived with his mom, had no relationship with anyone else to speak of.  I remember being at their home the first time I met them, there was an oil painting of this gentleman when he was 12 years old on the wall, apparently the mom loved this portrait and had it commissioned for him to be depicted as Gainsboroughs, "Little Boy Blue".  It was almost exact replica of the painting but with this guys face in the painting.  He was embarrassed at time when his mom gave me a tour of the house and pointed out that picture of which he actually posed for.   Let me tell you I could go on and on about some of the weired stuff I saw there.

SO NOW I meet this guy at the diner yesterday and my wife was convinced that this guy was going to shoot me.  She felt (she heard all the stories about this guy) since he may want to blame me in some weird ass backwards way for his life being in the crapper, he just might take it out on me and shoot me in the diner.   I was like okay, thanks wifey for giving me the "oh shit I might die today" feeling.  For some reason I never questioned him as to why he wanted to see me.  Anyway I am at the diner, he's inside waiting for me, he gets my attention, and I'm ready to go MARINE on him should some shit go down.  If looks like he reaching for a gun out of his pocket even though he is reaching for a pen, he is getting a coffee spoon jammed into his eye.  We sat down, said our hellos--and as it turns out, he wanted to thank me for the sympathy card I sent some months back for his mom, yeah I found out through the grapevine his mom had passed not long after they lost the house.   He also wanted to give me his resume, since he was out of work and felt with the contacts I had, I might be able to do something for him.  Most of all I think he just wanted to talk since he seems to have no one else in his life.  He asked me a great deal for my advice on many things.  Most of all I think he just needed an ear and that I was for a couple of hours. 

We finally said our goodbyes, I took his resume, shook hands and left.  Who knew?

Quite Disturbing

Several days ago I slept in late.  I usually sleep till about 630 or 730am depending on whether or not my son is up.  This time I slept till 930am.  Thats a late morning for me.  I suppose my wife knew how tired I must have been and decided to let me sleep in.  Around that time I was fading in and out of sleep and felt someone get on the bed, I thought it was my wife since it would've been impossible for my three month old daughter to get on the bed and my three year old son would've jumped right on my back yelling, "hey daddy get up"!

Anyway when I felt what I thought was my wife get on the bed, it felt like she was pretty heavy but I was so groggy I didn't even think so much about the weight at the time.  My was facing outward of the bed.  I figured it wasn't about getting a morning "nooner" since I could hear the kids up and in the living room, so I thought maybe for that moment she wanted to just be next to me for a few minutes (yeah thats how we roll sometimes).  Then I felt more movement like she was adjusting her position on the bed but really like a huge man was next to me in bed.  It was this point I decided to lean over to look at her since my wife is not a large woman.

When I look there is no one there, no one, not even my wife who I thought was there for quite some time.  NO ONE.  I had to replay everything in my mind that happened up until that point.  I couldn't for the life of me explain what had just happened.  Oh let me tell you, I was awake then and freaking out as well.  It dawned on me that this was not the first time this has happened but it is the first time I was convinced there in no way that anyone could've been NOT there.  Someone had to be there but wasn't.  Obviously we have a visitor.

My Beloved Yankees

I know my beloved Yankees aren't the topic of conversation for folks especially with the war going on; the weekend of Live Earth; and the other extraneous crap you see in the news.  I know some folks are probably quite happy about their woes and knowing in their hearts how the mighty have fallen.

This past weekend they finished the Yanks finished off the L. A. Angels with a 12-0 shutout yesterday.  The Bombers also managed to beat up on the Angels Friday night as well but couldn't pull out the extra-inning 1-1 win against them Saturday.  All in all it was a great weekend for them.  The Angels have typically had their number since Joe Torre, the manager of the Yankees took over skipper duties in 1996.  For some reason the Angels just have their number.  Maybe, just maybe the tide is beginning to turn.  The Yanks as of today are 10 games back behind the first place Boston Red Sox.  That is not usually the  place where the Yankees are by the All-Star break.  They are usually in first or second place but NOT 10 games back.  Yes, they have had their problems but as always they have been able to manage most of their issues quite well--not to mention a bit of luck and the Red Sox losing has helped the Yankees not be too far back.

I have always been a firm believer that if you are going to be a fan, you must be a fan through the tough times as well as the bad.  You cant call yourself a fan when things aren't going well for your team and you abandon watching them or rooting for them.  You have to watch the heartbreaking losses as well as the bottom of the ninth home runs to win the game.  I have watched many a game with my face dropping into my hands in disbelief as they find ways to pull off colossal losses.  Of course I have seen them do the unbelievable.

I am not worried nor have I been about the woes of the Yankees because I have seen them go through some crazy stuff and still make the playoffs and even win a World Series or two.  It just seems this year with the humongous payroll and all-star talent, they should crushing their opponents.  Unfortunately that is not the case, they are barely staying in the playoff hunt.  With their upcoming schedule after the All-Star break the Yankees should know whether or not if its auction block time.  The Yankees play all sub-500. teams over the next remaining 18 games in July.  With the Boston Red Sox having their problems, this will be make or break time.

I look forward to posting in October how the Yankees won the World Series and taking some great photos at the parade.  You "Yankee haters" out there......Lets Go Yankees!!!  clap, clap......clap, clap, clap!!!

Happy Independence Day

To all of my fellow Americans, Happy Independence Day.

Happy Canada Day

To all of my fellow Canucks, Happy Canada Day!