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Well NYC, NY is on the way to becoming a suburb with more concrete and less tree’s.

Ok the one thing that remains is that City still neva sleeps and not because it’s all the rage but because people are trying are staying up nights figuring how to buy the most expensive groceries in the world J  A hamburger is $12.00 bucks!

I remember when I was a kid I would get out of High School get my guitar and head over to Bleaker Street. I would play on the street with other musicians and learn new riffs and such. It was such a magical place filled with culture and this down beat of Greenwich Village. As for me, today not as much magic any more. Perhaps because the City was always my back door.

It seems Mayor Bloomberg has taken all the magic away and turned it into a tourist trap and a land of “OH NO YOU CANT DO THAT HERE!”

BLOOMBERG , YOU’RE A BAD LITTLE FAIRY!

So now there are bike lanes so that bikers don’t kill ya when you walk on the street. Of course now that they lost income for da bikes they have placed muni meters all over the place with 2 hours limits. So what eva you do, you better be back in 2 hours or the rent a cops ticket ya. Now they added more lanes for Zip bikes you can rent and return at any docking station..  Can you say Jetsons?

Then he made Times Square a walking promenade with table and chairs and you can even get waiter service at the table in the street!  It’s a freakin MALL...Ohhhfahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Do ya smoke? Well forget that you cant !!  NOT IN THE PARKS ON THE SREETS OR THE BEACH, SAID SAM I AM.

No Smoking!

No Big Gulp Soda!

No Baby Formula!

No No No No  !!!!

But the latest has out me over the edge! NO SINGING IN PUBLIC PLACES!  YUP, YOU HEARD ME, NO SINGING.

Not in Central Park, not in Squares and not in Strawberry Fields!  Did you eva?

There is an amazing building in Central Park and if you stand in it and sing the acoustics’ are like a cathedral.

There was always this wonderful group of Black men that would sing doo whop songs and it bellowed. People left them money and bought there home made CD’s. Yesterday they got ticketed!

Do you realize how many people come from all over the world to Strawberry Fields? Especially on John Lennon’s birthday or anniversary of his death they would gather and sing, Imagine or Give Peace a Chance.

Well those days are now gone because of this little midget of a man that has more money that you and I will ever see.

How the hell does he get away with this?

WHAT HAPPENED TO FREEDOM?

Sadly New York is now just an over priced suburb of a   massive amount of people pretending that they live in a very cool place. As for me I’d rather live off an exit and sing when ever I want.

Yo Bloomberg – go home and get cha shine box!!

Start spreading the news, they’re leaving that town, they want a brand new start again – not in New York. Cuz if u, can’t sing there, you can sing ova here.

It’s up to you New York, NEW NOT !!!!!

The Wonder of Two

Life can be cruel, hard, painful, sad, lonely, happy, and fruitful or what cha make of it J

I don’t know many people that are sans baggage or hurt and pain. However I do know that if you life by the things that have damaged you, this will define your destiny.

A self-fulfilling prophecy of a down ward spiral.

As for me, I have my moments, sometimes even dayz of being in the sludge and then I yell at myself! Out loud, like a crazy Italian Chick ~ knock if off Mare!!

I was always one to look for the silver lining. Just like the Italian Jiminy Cricket J Hello my Baby, Hello my Honey, Hello my ragtime gal ~ remember that cartoon?  The Italian construction worker, Pasquale found a frog in the work site and the frog sang that song but when Pasquale took him to an agents office the frog did nothing but ribbit, ribbit – hummmmmmm?

Pasquale depended on the frog to make him money. Aye Pasquale, ma what’s a wrong wit chew. You lazy bastid.

It’s the power of one that draws the power of others to create magic. You need to believe in what you have inside of you and live it and act it and do it.

It’s not always easy and requires extreme self-motivation but “YOU CAN!”

Being a hopeful romantic, for me I believe in the wonder of two.

The person that fills your soul and captures your heart ~ where each time you see them it’s like the first time.

I know some of you are saying oh pleaseeeeeeeeee – Life happens and then ya let shit roll in and before ya now it the passion and magic are only found in a movie and not in your life any more.

Well here is a little secret I use! There are three people in your relationship!  Ok wise asses don’t go there - J

Meaning it’s you, your person and the relationship. If you consider your relationship as a separate entity it will require you to pay attention to it and just not let it saunter about like a child lost at the mall.

Now don’t get me wrong, its important that you have your needs met, your person’s needs met but you also have to meet the needs of your relationship. Ahhhhhh- so once in a while you have to let go of that selfish part of ME,MYSELF & I. If not you are truly not taking any responsibility and that is plain and simple a cop out.

When you really let go and let love, it’s then that you discover the wonder of two.

The one that you can count on. The one that makes any hurt feel less than because they are there. The one that make you laugh and the one you can lay your head on and feel all is well with the world.

So if you find yourself in a rut or not connecting have a conversation with your relationship, you’ll be surprised what you can learn.

The first thing you will find out is that you need to get dressed and go out for dinner with the intentions of talking about your dreams not your problems. Like magic you will feel an instant difference. Then take a stroll down memory lane to a time when you both met and relive it again.

OK I know some of you are saying- great Mare but I have not found that person and ya know what? I don’t think it even exists!

SNAP OUT OF IT ~~~

If ya keep thinking like that you never will – remember you draw in what you are. If you believe you are empty you always will be. It took me forever to find my dream and I fight for it all the time.

They say love comes from the most unexpected places and if you need to jump up and down on one leg and chant,” I do believe, I do!” then do it.

Start your quest for the Wonder of two rather then spending your entire life wondering who.

Mama Maisano - Rest in Peace

THE TIN BOX

When my Dad came to America he was 18. He was here for a year then drafted into the US Army- WW2- da big one, as he would say.

He always had this tin box and every once in a while he would say, “Mariana go getta Daddy da box”.

I came to find out that box was from the war and he had all his important papers in it.

Since my Mom took a turn for the worse with her health my brother cracked into “THE TIN BOX” to get some of her important papers.

Oddly it was still Daddy’s box as when it was told to me he said I went into Daddy’s tin box.

It made me think~

Is that what we all come down to!

A tin box?

Uncertainty, fear and sadness can really take a toll on you. You have an inordinate amount of emotions that make you feel almost bi-polar. One minute you’re angry, then sad. You find yourself talking to God and requesting a rally for life or a passage home.

It’s the one time in life that you really have no control over the situation. You simply have to wait.

My siblings and I were at odds and the next second crying.

There I was in the middle of my family, Tony Soprano, Carmella and Janice.

Once Hospice came it was like a miracle and a weight was lifted. All I wanted was my Mom to be comfortable and not struggle.

My Mom was an amazing woman who lived a hard life.

Her Dad was from Naples and her Mom died giving childbirth to the 5th sibling. My Grandpa had to put the four kids in an orphanage, as he could not feed them. When he got enough money he got them out but the youngest was adopted.

At eight years old my Mom became “The Mom” for all of her siblings. At eight!

At eight years old I could barely unravel my slinky and she was the head of the household.

At 16 she married Dad.

When Dad came home he opened a Taxi company and she was raising us and answering the phone and saying breaker, breaker 1-9 to dispatch calls. We lived no more then 500 feet from the George Washington Bridge and Dad put a sign out on house that said commuter-parking 50 cents. So now she was cooking, cleaning, taking care of us, answering the phones and parking cars.

The one thing in life she loved the most was us, her kids.

You would think we were still 12 years old. She was my biggest fanJ

When I resigned my position to follow my passions I did not tell her. I thought OMG she will flip.

Ya know how she found out?

The newspaper did this huge article on the show and me.

She called me and said, Babe, its Mommy.

I just read the paper and they did a great job. I am so proud of you Honey.

I said Ma, I had to leave the bank to make things happen, do you understand?

All she said was, “you are my Baby, you can do anything”!

I know that grieving is a process and it takes time. However I choose to celebrate her and her life.

She always made me laugh and did the funniest things that to this day are part of my act because you really cant make this shit up.

So everyday of my life will be a tribute to hers.

She was the toughest Italian Chick I knewJ

God Bless you Mommy!

And Daddy you better be waiting with dinner or she will be pissed J

THE MOVEMENT

THE MOVEMENT

We have all this support for the Tea Party Movement – The Coffee Party Movement – and so on...

However we have all missed DA big one - THE BOWEL MOVEMENT...

Where are the fundraisers – the awareness – the government subsidies?

Look regardless if you talk about it or not we all know it exists.

We also know if it don’t happen how messed up your day is!

The Bowel Movement is so tied into our day to day. During my research I have discovered something.

Apparently the Bowel Movement is temperamental, meaning if you throw it off schedule you are finished.

It rebels! If you find yourself in a time crunch you’re Bowel will indeed start playing its games.

Case study:

You are up early but have to be somewhere at a certain time. You have the coffee, as the Bowel Movement loves that and the oatmeal. On an unhurried day all is fine but on this day you now start feeling the revolt. The Bowel pretends that it’s ready. You have all the signs! Yet when you attempt to help it your Bowel says – nope, no way, Nada..

 False alarm. Hummmmmmmm..

So you play the game go about your business getting ready thinking you can out wit it. Still looking at the clock.

Then you get another sign it could happen. You run to the throne, get in the stance and you feel like you are passing a tree!!  Only to find out it was one rock. Yes you heard me – a rock.

This happens to the best of us. But where are the support groups?

I can see it now, a church basement with coffee and prunes. People coming with their faces in pain.  New members stand up and say: my name is Sal it’s been 3 rocks since the last Movement~

Timing is key here, as Da Bowel does not like its schedule rearranged. So if you are having this issue.

Take your time! Screw it, call your boss and say look I got rocks I am gonna be late. As a matter of fact I have to start work at 9 because these hours are killin me...Tell him you are part of the Movement.

So be kind to da Movement and it will respect and work with you..

That’s where Rock, Scissor, Paper came from..

Tomorrow I am sleepin in...