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Billionaires

It’s way past time we have a conversation about the billionaires (one soon to be a trillionaire) in this country. When one reads any of the documents in the Epstein files, the overwhelming feeling is one of depravity. Children. Some as young as four years old, collected and abused, and discarded. Normal human beings can’t understand it. There is an impulse to simply not believe the horrific events that unfolded. We can’t understand it, but billionaires can because evidently they got bored and needed to satisfy their disgusting, vile, horrific, inhumane, murderous, (insert any adjective you can think of) urges. Make no mistake. Hoarding money. Wielding extreme power. Denigrating others. It’s all a moral sickness that builds a billionaire. As normal human beings, we might sometimes fantasize what we might do if we suddenly become ultra-wealthy. Helping other people is often where the mind goes… …if you’re normal. Here in America and around the world the billionaire class appears to be ma...

What A Trip

- Played 4 rounds of golf. Played pretty well 3 times - putted horribly on day three. - Had the big crab cakes and the perfect omelets at the daily brunches. - Used my sister Corinne’s sausage cacciatore recipe to make dinner for the boys and it was a huge hit. - Slept outside under the stars, got some sun on my face. - Had 4 flights cancelled on the way down, but made it, and my clubs did too, but lost a bag for a little while, so had to buy a day’s clothes. - on the return my flight was delayed for hours on end, and the worst part was that there were 4 gate changes at LaGuardia that had me walking for miles. But I had a smile on my face because we freaking laughed a lot. We have so many inside jokes after decades of hanging out, and we bash each other over the head with them at every possible turn. And God help you if you misspeak. We have a very generous host who allows us to move about his beautiful home as if it were our own. The only price paid is that of laughter. Going to have ...

Cold in Florida!

We played our final round of the getaway on Saturday n 62 degree weather. Which was fine with me. We had tee times for today and even tomorrow, but cold weather is going to end that dream. Yeah. Into the 30’s!!! And there are 7 guys here - we’ve all been friends for decades - and political talk - in 5 days - with everything going on this week - has never been discussed. The pig’s name has come up, as a joke, and there isn’t anyone in the group who believes that his continuing to be the leader of the free world is a good thing, but…. …there are a lot of heads in the sand around here. Also, the signs are gone. Not even a single MAGA sign… …and we are way down here. It seems that people in the neighborhood who were once fervent supporters may be trying to distance themselves from ever believing it was a good idea. Which, as more and more of his vile behavior becomes exposed, will be a problem. What do those of us who KNEW all along, do with those of us who will have to PRETEND that they d...

Epstein Files

Someone dropped a few more items from the Epstein files and it’s becoming apparent that Epstein had a partner or that Epstein was working for the pig that is currently hiding the files. And the worst part of it all is that the mainstream media appears terrified of even commenting on anything that is being leaked. Please. Read those vile accusations and the testimony of the victims. And then stand up with the rest of us who believe that all involved need to lose their jobs, and their freedom. The people who are guilty must go to jail. Each and every line of these documents must be investigated. The files detail the rape and murder of children. Not underage men or women. CHILDREN  Who were trafficked and abused beyond belief. ICE? It’s a distraction. The tariffs? Just hiding this information. Get them all out in the open. Try them all. Then bury them under the jail. Pigs. Straight up sexual predators. That’s deplorable.

Sunshine ☀️

I parred the first two holes of the year, and 3 of 4. Which is rough for the poor guys who’ve known me for the last thirty years. I don’t shut up. And we played again on Thursday morning…and it was so much fun to stand out in the sun and swing a club as the entire northeast is in a deep freeze. As a matter of fact, Buffalo will be below zero today… …so I’m gaining about 75 degrees. Chippy has been solid. My drives are mostly straight, and while I’ve missed a few short putts… …oh hell, it doesn’t matter. I was golfing, with good friends. We have laughed a lot. We’ve eaten great meals. And kind of laughed about how bad it is back home… …but down to a matter of days before I’m back in the frozen tundra. But I will be a little bit happier than I was before I left. Golf and sunshine can do that for you.

Streets of Minneapolis

I’m so proud of Bruce Springsteen. Now, readers of this blog, and dear friends of mine know that I love Bruce’s music. It’s not just because I can sing every word to Dancing in the Dark or Glory Days. It’s because he has always been there - every step of the way as I’ve journeyed through my life. His lyrics have taught me about growing up and becoming a man and a husband and a faithful, kind, compassionate American. Yesterday he released a song, dedicated to the Americans who lost their lives to a thug fucking Army in an American city. Bruce stood up. Again. And a song or a book, or a blog won’t change the world, but it might change one person’s mind. I will keep trying. And Bruce is always on the right side of love and compassion. Those Americans should not have died. And if you’re on the ‘other side’ of this - you know that too. Thank you, Bruce. It’s why you’re the greatest to ever do it.

Travel Blues

It’s hard to describe the day I had yesterday. My flight was delayed for two hours. Then another hour.  Then it was cancelled. I got used to the idea of going on Wednesday, but found out, I was rebooked and I’d be leaving at 3:00. Good enough. A snowstorm on the way to the airport, and yet, we were loaded onto the plane. We waited 30 minutes and were greeted with the following announcement: “You might wonder why we aren’t leaving. We can’t find the pilot.” Seriously! We waited. 30 minutes later: “We found the pilot. We will be leaving shortly.” My phone pinged. My connecting flight from Charlotte was cancelled. They rebooked me on a flight for the morning, but I looked around, there was still a flight leaving at night. I got off the plane and went to customer service and switched my flight. Found one of the guys from Syracuse who was booked on the same flight. As we ate an $11 slice of pizza, twenty feet from the gate, both of our phones pinged. “The flight has been canceled.” We w...