Saturday, September 29, 2007


Yesterday I made it to the Little Flower novena. It was very easy to get to it. On the way home, though, I ran into more than a little bit of trouble. Part of River Road was closed for repairs. I went onto Main Street but that didn't work out because I accidentally got into the left turn only lane. That knocked me entirely out of all sense of reality because I didn't have any idea where I was going from then on. Cruising through the area, I saw Carmelite Anne M. walking around. She didn't notice me. I ended up, after a while, on Wilkes_Barre Blvd. That's where I should go in the first place, from now on, under weird circumstances. It leads right over to Rte. 309. The weather was bad because there was a thunderstorm. I got gas by the mall. People who think New York City traffic is the least bit bad have never made the mistake of driving around that area. Tonight, unfortunately, I can't go to the novena because I have to lector at 5:00 p.m. Mass. In spite of the weather, Uncle Frankie & my father made it through the entire game they attended. Steve's band played at some game that was televised on ESPN. It was really hard to try to track it down, though, because there's more than one ESPN.

Friday, September 28, 2007


Today has been, so far, quite an entirely uneventful day. My father & Uncle Frankie are all set to go to the big football game tonight. I should most certainly hope for their sake that the weather's at least a little better than it was last night. It started absolutely pouring out at around 9:00 p.m. The St. Therese novena went quite well, as usual. The traffic congestion is an absolute nightmare but it's cool. There's some extremely seriously annoying woman who comes over here every day & absolutely has to have computer five. That's usually the one I'm on. She's some otherwise entirely harmless quiet Hispanic woman but that seems to be quite a real obsession with her. Of course, it's time, once again, for the inevitable Friday dance. Believe it or not, it's the very last Friday dance of this September as October comes inexorably closer. I've never liked the cold part of the year but so far it seems to be holding back a bit. At least the birthdays most certainly seem to be pretty much over with for a while. There will soon be more though.

Thursday, September 27, 2007


Happy fortieth birthday to my much younger cousin Michael in New Jersey. I made sure I sent him my inevitable Beatle posty. Mary got the one I sent her a while ago. Yesterday I went to the St. Therese novena again. Surprisingly, on the way home, I managed to turn precisely onto the right street so there was no trouble getting home. The slightest mistake on that first turn inevitably leads to an absolute nightmare. One especially weird thing happened over there yesterday. Some complete lunatic in the parking lot parked his car so it would block the exit of the lot. It was five minutes before I could get out. For September it's been unusually hot lately. Autumn is already here but summer, fortunately, has yet to let go, although the sun, to my chagrin, goes down much earlier each night. I just found out that Marcel Marceau has died. He was a_as far as I know, the only_world-renowned French mime. He appeared in Mel Brooks' seventies' classic, Silent Movie. He was the only character who spoke, saying merely the word "No".

Wednesday, September 26, 2007


Today's my old pal Henry's birthday. He's exactly ten days younger than I. We worked together at S.U.N.Y. Farmingdale's mail room in 1980 & Melville's postal service in 2004. He's always struck me as such an especially interesting guy. Cathleen just got back from a right groovy vacation in Mexico. Last night my parents, Uncle Frankie & I went to Jitty Joe's Ice Cream Shop in Moosic. Around here, that's considered the in place for all the hepcats. It was my father's birthday & he wanted it. The St. Therese novena continues. I got into all sorts of trouble yesterday coming home. The traffic, road work, etc. only compounded my already stark raging misery. People have the nerve to dare to complain about us New York drivers but this bunch beats everybody. Because of the heat, I got a very slight headache but it went away soon because I took a pill for it.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007


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Yesterday I took yet another crack at the trip to Wilkes_Barre for the St. Therese novena. Oddly, so far I haven't seen any of the Lay Carmelites I know there. They all live in the general area so it's a bit of a surprise for me that none of them has shown up. It was pure hell on wheels for me trying to find my way back home again. Because I left during rush hour the traffic was absolutely horrific. I was forced into making quite a whole lot of stupid mistakes. The entire general area over there is extremely confusing & scary for a beginner even at its very best anyway. All roads lead to nowhere. The weather's been really nice lately, not including the cold, foggy mornings. Uncle Frankie made his famous pasta recipe for my father's birthday. I made sure I sent Mary her latest birthday Beatle posty. Recently I got my latest issure of "Latin Mass" Magazine. I really enjoy it because it's a great way for me to keep track of all the otherwise unavailable things I should really like to get to know about western culture. It's a great bulwark against all the left_wing propaganda. The people who contribute to it most certainly seem to have their share of intense ideas, but they usually turn out to be on the right track. I didn't bother to watch a Hitchcock movie yesterday but I shall get back to it soon enough. I'm determined to make sure I see as many of them as possible.

Monday, September 24, 2007


The weekend went quite well. Rocco & I didn't have to do any lectoring in church on Saturday but the Holy Name Society guys got me to be one of the ushers for the first time in quite a while. On Saturday I watched Hitchcock's Young & Innocent. Tomorrow is my father's birthday. It's also Mary's birthday. She lives in the State of Washington. Last night I went to the Church of St. Anthony & St. Michael in Wilkes_Barre. It's a Maronite church. It's the Eastern Rite of the Catholic Church. The language was very confusing for me because it was the very first time I'd ever heard Syrian spoken or seen it written. I went there because it was the first night of the novena to St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower. Her feast day is on October 1st. Father Charles Connor, the official historian for the Diocese of Scranton, was there & autographed copies of his new biography of St. Therese for anyone who wanted one. My father & Uncle Frankie let me follow them there so that was the easy part. Coming home, though, I couldn't figure out because I made a few wrong turns in the dark & ended up wandering all over Pa. Today I finally got that McDonald's blood drive coupon over with.