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...point of view...

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I think of Shakespeare as a metaphor to my "Memoir," which is unfurling on today's stage. My blog: ...the black market.me. This is where I tell my side of the story of my life, from my point of view. I'm the kid who shined shoes at the corner barber shop. Ran groceries at the A&P on moody street. It's no longer there. Eaten up by eCommerce's  way of capitalizing its range & domain over food production; for, the world's stage of consumption.  This is me in all of my complicity offering up to you my opinion about life in my "world." Yes! For sure! You too are just as unique as I am; that is to say, you bring to the table those experiences you encountered with others, like yourself; realizing that they too are different. We are all different, but as said by one of the Masters,"...yet part of the main...no man is an Island unto himself...." For example, I feel compassion for the Don in Narco. He did what he did becaus…

...No ...fear...!

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Let's learn a lesson about size: in nature, it's always readiness. Size is in the 'eye' of fear; but if you open up your ears and listen, you will find that the 4F's cast a much wider range. For finding, feeling, frolicking & forgetting is a way of communicating among the inhabitants of the forest, its fauna. Now! The Donald, according to the Cuban: His size is small all over accept in adulation of self. There he is -off the charts- according to Rubio. This is why the inhabitants in his forest are thronging over him like it's their first beer of the day. His "light" reads "walk- with -light" just like the light on the corner guiding you away from the oncoming traffic.  Yet the Donald's charm only rings true on the top of the 'food chain.' Therein lies the conundrum; for Donald flies with the eagles; you are his prey.  As for me, and this little 'guy' in the photo- he was sunning & I was taking his picture in my ba…

Stage...right!

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Some of us are always looking for redemption. Well: This is my redemption, my new "stage" upon which I will try to understand why I do not understand. Yes! Psychobabble for sure because the idea always comes first: My new deck, the one in the photo. This is where I will sit in remembrance. First off, let me tell you that it was Pappy's expertise guiding those (21)twenty one working hours to   just finish building this deck; offering it up in honor of the master, Shakespeare's mind set, "...all the world is a stage..." yes! This is a stage of 'happiness' for those who visit Butterfly's Retreat. Sitting there listening to the brook as it passes through the trees, making magical notes to assure their stay is a pleasant one. OK! I know that the deck hasn't been trimmed out. Because there is a guest in occupancy. Right! Someone is visiting at Butterfly's Retreat; so when they leave, Pappy and yours truly will trim out the stage, dress the dec…