Rant #3,990: V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N

2026 has been a rough year for myself, and my family.

I have had numerous health problems, and other problems, which have made this year torture. 

And what's worse, we still have August, September, October, November and December to go before we can put 2026 into the books.

I simply cannot wait for this year to end!

In May, after my third major surgery in three months, my wife asked me if we could go on vacation this year.

I told her that while I would love to get away, I just didn't know yet if I was up to it.

It took a few weeks, I got my strength and my bearings back, and about a month ago, I gave her the thumb's up to get away.

And that is just what we are going to do!

It isn't a long vacation--we will just be away for a few days--but it will be nice getting away and trying to relax.

And we aren't going that far away, relative to other vacations we have experienced in the past.

I still have to work, so I will be bringing my computer with me, but all in all, my family and I need a vacation, and we are finally going to get one.

It should be a fun one, certainly more fun than going under the knife.

So I won't be at this perch for a few days, a relative blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things.

Have a great weekend, and I will speak to you again when we get home.

Bon voyage!

Rant #3,989: Shower Me With Your Love

I told you the other day about the hate I received from a few people on Facebook, hate that was actually racist and anti-Jewish.

And the moderator, who really should know better, allowed it to fester, gave his thumb's up to it--

And banned me, not the perpetrators.

I Facebook messaged him, and he still has not responded, and probably never will, because he knows that I was the victim here--

But in order to placate his comrades in arms, he had to get rid of me.

What a fool he is.

And just when things were simmering down, I received another rebuke from someone on a completely different subject.

A subject that is so insipid that I really have to wonder about people and how they fill their days with such joy.

I belong to many groups on Facebook, some of them related to the old, classic "Leave it To Beaver" TV show.

A respondent on one of these sites posted something about the "Larry Mondello" character--you remember, the chubby, apple-eating counterpart of "The Beaver" that was played by kid actor Rusty Stevens--that was so ridiculous, so vulgar, and so out of left field that I had to respond.

To summarize, he felt that the reason that Mondello's mom--played by Madge Blake--was so old was that she was not, in fact, his mother, but his grandmother, and that Mondello's sister was actually the mother, having the child out of wedlock as a teen.

And this wasn't just a two- or three-sentence harangue, as it went on for probably a few hundred words.

Well, you can overanalyze a TV show all you want, and some people question why this and that happened ...

And others can say that this is a 70-year old TV show--operative phrase, TV show--and that to compare it with the mores of 2026 are ridiculous.

That is the tack I took when I read this malarkey, and I simply said that the writer should get a hobby, or something, for posting such trash.

That was a few days ago, and I received a Facebook message from someone who took me to task for what I said.

"I find it quite sad that you would take the time to be so negative. Stop and think about how your comment might effect someone. Is it worth it? You don't like it, scroll on. Why be so mean?"

First off, I had absolutely no idea what post or site this message was referring to, so I wrote the person--who had a name that was not clearly a man or a woman.

"What message are you referring to?"

Then on Tuesday, I received back this message from the person.

"I'm sorry, it was remarks to xxxx in "The Leave It To Beaver" group. I shouldn't have messaged you, I apologize, everyone has a right to say and type as they please. XXXX is my husband and the reactions ... well, bothered him."

So I wrote back to this person, now that I knew what she was referring to.

"The original message [from your husband] bothered me. Apology accepted."

I mean, what was I going to say to this person?

I have noticed that people are very, very thin-skinned on Facebook, yet they are quick to be on the attack if something riles them, as happened with the banishment that I told you about.

But this latest one ...

I mean c'mon now!

This has nothing to do with anything important, and I get attacked for it as if I am chiding someone for their thoughts on world peace!

I guess that it is clearly open season on me, or something like that.

However, I think that with social media such a major part of many of our lives, people have forgotten how to have a discussion, a real give-and-take about things that are on their mind.

I certainly saw it in my banishment, and I saw it to this lesser rake-over-the-coals, too.

Discussions have no place on social media.

Apparently, you are either on "my" side or you don't have the right to respond in any way, shape or form.

Balderdash, I say, and I will keep speaking my mind, whether anyone likes it or not, and whether the subject is an important one or the subject is "Leave It To Beaver."

As was said on the show--

"Give someone the brush off and make it sound like you're doing 'em a favor."

Rant #3,988: I Can See Clearly Now (Not Yet)

Things have settled down a bit from Monday's craziness ...

But when your entire life is crazy, nothing really gets back to what I would call a sense of normalcy.

I went to the eye doctor on Tuesday to get the latest check up on my eye, and believe me, there were no surprises to me during the appointment.

The eye needs to be repaired, and I will get that done as soon as I can.

My whole body needs to be in check after what I have already gone through this year.

And I have two weddings to look forward to, and I want to be able and healthy when those events come up in September and October.

When I think about my damaged eye, the song "I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash comes to mind.

This song was a huge single in 1972, hitting the top spot on the Billboard Hot 100 in late summer of that year.

And the lyrics kind of go with what I am currently going through, if you want to stretch things a bit.

Here they are, from the AZLyrics.com site (https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johnnynash/icanseeclearlynow.html).

"I can see clearly now, the rain has gone

I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day

I think I can make it now, the pain has gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is that rainbow I've been praying for
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day

Look all around, there's nothing but blue sky
Look straight ahead, nothing but blue sky

I can see clearly now, the rain has gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone're the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day
Gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day
Gonna be a bright, bright, bright sun-shining day."

Yes, if you stretch things, the song is almost prophetic when it comes to my malady.

Now, I have to get this thing fixed.

What's another surgery when you have had several of them already this year?

I guess that is how I have to look at this whole thing now ...

Just another speed bump on my road to good health.

And something I just have to do, sooner than later.

Rant #3,987: Knock Knock, Who's There?

Yesterday was a typical day for me.

Even early on, before many people were up and about, I was attacked as being a racist and a bigot for views that I posted on Facebook.

I was banned by someone who should know better, but sticks up for his "friends" because they and he are, in fact, the real racists and bigots.

You have to wonder about some people, you really do.

Here is what i had to say about the matter on Facebook:

"I was just banned from a Facebook site because I voiced an opinion that was not popular among other respondents.

This has happened to me before, and I am not going to hold back when I believe something is very wrong.

The difference this time is that I was dumped on because of my skin color and religion.

Other respondents wrote some of the most vile, disgusting posts I have ever seen, and they were clearly directed at me--

And they were made by people who ... well ... are of a certain "persuasion," let's say.

Nothing was done to them, but I was dumped.

That is fine. I am a big boy, and I can take it.

But let's say that segregation went out decades ago, but the person who leads this "discussion," if that is what you want to call it, practices the very thing he so preaches against.

And yes, he is from my old neighborhood in Queens, as are some of the respondents who raked me over and into the hot coals.

How dare they do this to me, and I will say it again:

If "All in the Family" was on the air today, Archie Bunker would not be what he was 50 years ago. 

I will let you figure out exactly what I mean, but I think it is pretty obvious."

Some more ...

I discovered that the post office in my community had my address wrong (no, that would not have impacted the deliveries that I told you about, because the deliverer had the correct address).

And, I had to change a major medical appointment that I had coming up, because the doctor won't be at the office on the original date.

And all of this happened before 8 a.m. in the morning.

What else could happen during the rest of the day?

Look, I know that there is some type of dark cloud hovering over me, and it has been there for months.

Something weird is happening, and while I look up and there is nothing there, there is something happening that I don't understand.

Perhaps I am being punished for some earlier "atrocity" that I committed, but somehow, I can't think of anything.

I did kill a fly in our house a few months ago, but that is probably the only bad thing that I have done during the past few months.

I cannot figure it out.

And then, late in the day, to put a neat cherry on the top of the cake, I thwarted an attempt to be scammed over the phone late in the day, by people alleging to be from Chase Bank and Zelle.

I use neither, and pretty much gathered a little into the call that this was a phony.

So happily, they didn't get much from me ...

But with AI, who knows. 

A sound can be enough to get you.

I hope the only sound they got from me was when I disconnected them.

Now we come to today, and I have another major medical appointment to engage in and enjoy to the fullest.

I have to go to the special eye doctor so he can look at my partially torn retina.

I want to get this repaired next month, before my nephew's wedding and my daughter's own wedding.

So let's see--"see" being the operative word--if that can be accomplished.

When I have to go to this doctor, they have to dilate my pupils, and I am one of those people who kind of suffers when this happens, as it takes me literally an entire day for the dilation to wash itself out.

So that means I won't be able to see clearly for probably at least eight hours, or maybe even more.

My day is shot, but that is the way it is.

Like I said, I can't win.

I often feel like Rodney Dangerfield.

You remember him, the comedian whose entire schtick was ...

"I get no respect."

"When I was a kid, I was so ugly that my mother used to feed me with a slingshot."

"My wife and I were happy for 20 years. Then we met."

"You know that you are ugly when you go to the proctologist and he sticks his finger in your mouth."

Well, I get no respect too.

But unlike Rodney Dangerfield, I can't make a career--or money--out of it.

No one would pay me for all the nonsense I have been through in recent times, and seemingly no amount of money would help me to get a "Get Out of Jail" card to escape this nonsense.

So what befuddles me today, beyond having to go to the eye doctor and arrange for a future surgery?

I don't know, but I am prepared for everything and anything.

Some days, I wish I had the power of Kreskin to see what was coming before it actually happened.

But I don't have that power ...

So when it comes, it comes--

And when it hits me, it is like Muhammad Ali hitting me squarely on the chin.

Knockout!

Ring the bell already!

Rant #3,986: Where the Action Is

First off, R.I.P. to singer Freddy Cannon, 89, who died this past Friday, a few months short of his 90th birthday.

He provided a bus load of hits in the pre-Beatles years of the early 1960s--"Way Down Yonder in New Orleans," Tallahassee Lassie" and "Palisades Park" were among them--and he also provided the theme song--"Action" for the "Where the Action Is" TV show that ran on ABC in the mid-1960s--

A show which, ironically, ushered in a whole new sound to the mainstream, and was a death knell to Cannon's career as a hitmaker.

He appeared on "American Bandstand" more than any other performer, and he survived on the oldies circuit for decades.

Since I run a "Where the Action Is" site on Facebook, his death kind of hit me hard.

Onto other things ...

Like Groundhog Day ...

Another day, but the same result.

Yet another company that I ordered something from crapped out on me, or nearly did, until I did something about it.

I ordered some apparel for my wife via a link my wife provided to me, and while the charge came up on my debit card account, we never received any notification about the order in our emails.

To make a long story short, I contacted the company via a chatbox that they had, and the chatbox was intuitive enough to send me over to a live company representative, and after we exchanged messages back and forth--and I supplied documentation that my account was credited for the purchase--they agreed to send the apparel via expedited shipping--

Yup, I have been through this before with the same response, but this is a different company that I have never dealt with, so I will give them a few days to send the order to us.

And if not--

I will cancel once again, the third time I have had to cancel an online order in less than a month.

I told my wife what I will tell you again ...

You cannot buy the item in the store, unless it is absolutely necessary, then you don't buy it.

Period.

End of story ...

I hope.

Otherwise, through the smog and the heat and the rain and everything else Mother Nature is throwing our way, my son and I went to Madison Square Garden to see WWE Saturday Night Main Event this past Saturday.

Honestly, the only reason that I agreed to go--beyond my son wanting desperately to see this show--is that when I was going through all of those surgeries, we had tickets to another show, bought way ahead of my physical maladies, that we could not go to because I wasn't well enough.

So I agreed to this show.

The ticket price was obscene, the two-hour show featured just four OK--but not earth-shattering matches--with one pre-show match--and the only reason I looked forward to it--beyond my son's happiness--was that Jalen Brunson of the Knicks was going to be there in one of the non-match segments.

Maybe I am getting too old for all of this, but tickets cost about five times what they did just a couple of years ago, and if we are going to spend that type of money, I would spend it on something more interesting than this.

In fact, ticket sales were really slow for this event, it was on Peacock and not one of the major TV networks, and honestly, the card wasn't really that great.

But I went with my son, and again, we had a good time in spite of it all.

And he finally got a T-shirt, not the same as I had ordered that was delivered to the wrong place, but something that he enjoyed, so it made the purchase--right then and there-somewhat worthwhile.

And Saturday was a bear of a day in my neck of the woods anyway, so I guess it gave us something to do in the midst of Mother Nature's wrath.

Normally, my son works on Saturday, so not only did he take a day off to go to this thing, but he avoided the smoke and the rain and everything else that day, which is a really good thing.

And the other good thing is that as I am getting better, I am able to do more things, and this is something that I honestly could not have done a few weeks back.

I simply wasn't up to it physically, mentally, emotionally, or health-wise.

So if you wrap it up in a ball, it was all positive.

Sure, I could have watched it on TV at home, but this is my son's thing, so his happiness made me happy, too.

And that's a thought I don't have to wrestle with too much.

(P.S.: As my son and I left to go to the WWE show, we opened our front door, and lo and behold, a package was on the ground right by the door, and believe it or not, it was the wrestling T-shirt that I had ordered for my son but was delivered to the wrong apartment.

We were both amazed, but my sign in the hall by the mailboxes must have made an impact.

I never saw who dropped it off to us, but all I can say about it is ...

I guess there are still some good people in the world, people who don't believe in stealing someone else's property.

Yes, miracles do happen.)

Rant #3,985: Kicks

I still have plenty of more to go on my organizational kick, but I am going to put it all on the back burner now to talk about something else. 

But what to talk about?

The World Cup is nearly over, and good riddance for that.

How many Americans really care about this tournament, and soccer--or football--in general?

The media rams it down our throats, like they have been doing for like 70 years now, and the only interest shown is by newcomers to our shores--recent immigrants--and that is pretty much it.

And they root for their "home" countries, not their adopted country.

Please explain this to me.

Based on the media, you would think that all of us care about this ...

It is pretty much on the same level as the WNBA, another faction that the media so wants us to be interested in, but pretty much no one cares about.

So I will be happy to see the World Cup end, as I think most Americans would, but honestly, few really care about the sport here, so it will just pass into the ether ...

Where it belongs.

And it will add to our air quality ...

Once again, our friends from Canada have given us another round of summer wildfires, and while this once certainly isn't as bad as the round we had about three or four years ago, this one is bad enough.

The skies are really murky, and with my bad allergies, my breathing is being greatly impacted by this pollution in our skies.

It is best to stay indoors and stay in air conditioning--if at all possible--but for me, it is not possible, as I have things to do, and they don't include staying in the house all day--

I did enough of that while I was hurt, sick and having a low energy level.

So people like me just have to grin and bear it and hope that our lungs can withstand it.

And even with the air pollution, I hope to be able to breathe a little bit better next week.

On Tuesday, I have to go to the eye doctor to find out just how bad my right eye is.

I have a slight retinal tear in that eye, and I have been managing with this ailment for a few months.

I could not get it worked on because I was going through all the other health problems I had--three surgeries in three months--and I wanted to concentrate on those things that needed immediate attention first.

Now that those things are hopefully behind me, I can concentrate on my vision, and I will hear on Tuesday just how I am doing.

I would like to get this taken care of in August, several weeks before my nephew gets married, followed by my daughter's nuptials.

I want to see it all with two healthy eyes by the time of those events.

Let's see what the doctor has to say about all of this.

If I have managed this far, I think I can go another few weeks with this thing, and then get it done once and for all.

And I am done with Amazon and Fanatics, as I will never order anything online from them ever again ...

You already know about the Amazon thing, with those holders for my CDs, which finally came in a box that looked like it had been thrown around a bit, but what you don't know is that on Thursday, I had another confrontation with a delivery service that was supposed to get me an order lickety-split, but right now, I have absolutely no idea where the order is.

I ordered a T-shirt for my son right after the Knicks won the NBA championship, a pretty neat NBA/WWE hybrid shirt, and after a wait of about a month or so, it was supposed to come yesterday.

I received the notification that it was delivered, looked all around, and it was nowhere to be found.

A picture came with the notification (see above) that showed that the delivery was definitely made to the wrong address, an apartment in our complex that has a door that leads to the outside, not like where we are, where we are in a building, and our door leads to a hallway.

I cannot tell the number of the apartment it was delivered to, as it is obscured by the fact that the picture shows that the "safe place" that they placed the package, as they called it, was in the middle of the front grass, nowhere near the front door of wherever they left it.

I called one number to complain, they sent me to another number, and finally, someone called me back from Fanatics, to apologize, but to tell me that other than writing up a report on the miscue, there was nothing they could do about it.

I have no idea where the package was delivered, I drove around the development to see if I could find it, but believe it or not, someone evidently picked up the package and did not return it to the proper address, which was listed, of course, right on the front of the parcel.

They pretty much stole it ...

What'd they think, God sent it to them?

Anyway, since there was nothing I could do about it, I put up a notice by the mailboxes--which is downstairs in our building, and I asked someone to return the package to us ...

No questions asked.

I also put in for a refund.

I told my wife that if I see anyone wearing the shirt, I am going to call the police, and I will do just that if that happens.

Let's see if anything transpires.

But what I see now is that it is time to bid you adieu ...

So have a nice weekend, and I will speak to you again on Monday ...

With the World Cup happily over as maybe the skies begin to clear up, and I can see clearly now ...

And maybe someone will give me my son's T-shirt.

The last thing isn't going to happen, but the other things I mentioned are more than doable, in time.

But lately, I really have to wonder.

Rant #3,984: Gettin' Together

I am on a roll with my organization of things.

After putting all of my CDs in alphabetical order in those bins that I bought--it took about 4.5 of those bins, so there has to be more than a thousand CDs put away now--I decided to put all of my cassettes in order.

This was a much easier job, to say the least.

When we moved, I got rid of just about all of my cassettes that I, myself, recorded on, and those numbered in the hundreds, at the very least.

So we took with us the pre-recorded cassettes that my wife and I had, and that was about it.

She had hundreds of these cassettes, and I probably had about 200 of them, so without her cassettes to put in alphabetized order--like the CDs, she told me that it wasn't important enough for me to do this--I just had to put what I had in order, and I, by and large, had the receptacles to put them into--

Those cassette holders from the 1970s, 1980s and 1990s that were specifically made for this task.

So I rounded up a few of them that we had--ones that were not storing my wife's cassettes--and set about putting what I had in order.

Yes, I do have a player for these cassettes, and yes, this player also digitizes the music if I choose to do so, so if I want to listen to a cassette, I can, whether in the house or in my car.

It took all of the holders I had--plus one stray shoebox--to get all of these cassettes in order and put away, which took probably about two or two-and-a-half hours to do.

I saw things I hadn't seen in years, and it was both tough and fun at the same time to do this.

It really is a shame that in general, the kids today do not know--or more importantly care--about physical media, whether it is vinyl--45s and LPs--CDs, cassettes or even 8-tracks--of which I have none, but my wife still has a few--and their collectibility.

Yes, a lot of kids are getting into vinyl, and that is great, but most kids today simply download their music, so they have a file, but nothing else to show for their love of this music.

That is a true shame, because think of the "fun of the pursuit" we had when we heard a song on the radio and just had to have it.

We went to our local stores, located it--whether on 45, LP, cassette, CD or even 8-track--and purchased it and made it part of our collection.

A file-MP3 and the like--is fine, it takes up no space, and you can take it anywhere, but it is not something that is really collectible.

It comes without art or liner notes, it is just a file, and nothing more.

To me, it is boring, nothing but a sound bite.

But heck, even today's icon Taylor Swift acknowledges the value of an actual recorded entity, and she has been an ambassador for Record Store Day to demonstrate her commitment to actual recorded media.

(Of course, the sale of her music on LPs, 45s and the like lines her pockets, but ... )

So anyway, now all of my recorded media, as far as music is concerned, is in perfect order, and readily accessible to me.

That includes LPs, 45s, CDs--including CD singles--cassettes--including cassingles--and that is that--

And that is enough.

What is next?

Let me breathe a little bit ...

Between my wife and I, we must have at least 1,000 DVDs/BluRays of movies, TV shows, etc.

Like I said, let me breathe ...

And don't put a bug in my head about these things.

Rant #3,983: In the Summertime

Well, as I reported, I finally got my order ...

But as I also reported, it was damaged.

I think I can work with it, but I learned a valuable lesson--

If you can't buy something like this in a real, brick-and-mortar store, then unless it is absolutely necessary, don't go the online route.

That route is fraught with so many potholes that it really isn't worth it.

But I did what I did, so I have to live with it.

And yes, I finished putting all the CDs away in these receptacles, and it took a total of five of these things to fit them all--

Hampered by the fact that the newer ones are about ine-quarter of an inch shorter lengthwise, and yes, that did make a little problem in putting them all away--

But let's just say they are all away, and that project is over.

Onto other things ...

I notice that gas prices have jumped up a bit since the resumption of war with Iran, so again I ask the question:

How is this war benefitting our country?

Beyond its stated goal of ridding us of terrorists and making the world safer ...

It is driving the prices of everything up to ridiculous levels, and no matter that it is a good fight, Americans look at their pocketbooks first, and if that pocketbook is less full, people aren't going to like it one bit.

But yes, it is a good fight, but I don't think that that reverberates among the masses, not with prices as they are ...

And with a President boasting about how much money he has made during this period.

It does not bode well for Republicans at the mid-terms, that's for sure--

Which means that there will be more candidates, and winners, from not just the Democratic Party, but the branch of the party that supports Democratic Socialists.

People vote stupidly--just look at what has happened in New York City--and they vote by party, not candidate.

They simply refuse to see that who they are voting for advocate for a way of living that is so against the American way that it is striking how stupid people can be when they cast their votes.

So this war has trickle-down effects that go way beyond bombs and warfare and all of those things we associate with war.

And when i go to the pump and pay increasing prices to fuel my tank, it kind of hits you pretty hard that we--the public--are paying for this war, and paying for it through the nose.

The U.S. is on the right side of this war, but it is a war that, quite frankly, we cannot win, or win in the historical sense of winning a war.

And as I have said before, we are fighting an opponent that is quite different from any others we have fought in the past, a terrorist government that has never played by the rules, and still doesn't.

So what is the end of all of this?

Who knows?

And onto other matters, I had an interesting moment yesterday with my son while we were trying to pay for our purchases in Walmart.

My son saw a couple of DVDs that he wanted--$5 each--so he grabbed them, and we went to the self-service aisle to pay for them.

The area did not take cash, so we were using a debit card to pay for this.

The checkout we chose was not working, so I asked an attendant for help.

He did whatever he was supposed to do to get it working again, and then he said, "Identification."

I didn't know he was directing that at us, and I said to him, "You mean for us? Why?"

He replied, "It is a PG-13 rated movie, so I have been instructed to ask for identification."

"This isn't alcohol, this isn't an X-rated movie ... why do I need to show ID? I am 69, my son is almost 31 ... ."

"Identification."

So I showed him my driver's license, and he let us make the purchase.

So they now ID you if you make a DVD purchase, and that appears to be OK ...

But you don't have to show any ID to vote.

Please, someone explain this to me.

Please, because it makes absolutely no sense to be carded for a DVD purchase, but not when you vote.

I can see for alcohol, but not to vote?

So I was a little hot under the collar, but I am going to be even hotter in the coming days ...

We are preparing to go through another heat wave over the next few days, with temperatures in the 90s and above.

Yesterday, it barely reached 90 in my neck of the woods, and over the next three days, it has been forecasted that temperatures should have no problem getting to that level and beyond it.

Boy, I wish we still had our backyard pool!

We had a pool at our old house for decades, and it really came in handy on days like we are going to have.

It certainly came in handy during the pandemic, where there wasn't much to do to keep my wife and I occupied.

But the reality is that we don't have the house anymore, the neighborhood we now live in does not have a pool, and we would have to go to one of the town pools to cool off that way, but it really isn't worth the drive.

Funny, with my weight loss, I just bought myself a new bathing suit, and I also bought my wife another bathing suit to fit her already svelte figure.

Maybe we will give in, and actually go to a local watering hole sometime this summer, so these were good investments, even though we aren't using our new bathing suits just yet.

It is good to have them on hand for the day when we finally say "enough!"

And that leads to the end of today's Rant.

I guess I have already proclaimed "enough" for today.

So I will speak to you again tomorrow ...

Hopefully with all of those CDs put away, with some cash in my wallet, and with the possibility of going swimming in our new bathing suits one day closer to reality.

Rant #3,982: Shazam!

I continued to have trouble with that delivery I spoke about yesterday.

The latest message is that there was an attempt to deliver the merchandise to me at--

1:57 a.m. in the morning (!!!!) on Monday--

But my order could not be delivered, for an unspecified reason.

Somehow, Gomer Pyle seems to work into my Rants a lot, simply because of something he said on the sitcom:

"Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!"

Of course it couldn't be delivered at that ungodly hour in the morning--

You can't even get into the building where our apartment is located due to the front door being locked for security purposes.

So I called the delivery company used by Amazon, which is UPS.

I told the operator--whose name was "Lovey" by the way--the whole story, and he--yes, it was a he, not like the character who was married to Thurston Howell III on "Gilligan's Island"--told me that the package would be delivered today, and that the driver had 71 stops before he got to my address.

I told "Lovey" explicit instructions about our development and where we are located, and he said he would pass this information onto a supervisor, and that this person would call be back.

OK, fine and good.

It's not "Lovey's" fault that the package didn't get here when it was supposed to get here.

Again, quoting Gomer ...

"Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!"

I could quote Gomer again with a completely different quote:

"He gonna kill me, he gonna kill me, he gonna kill me dead!"

In that case, Gomer lost Sgt. Carter's car that he was supposed to be watching for safekeeping while Carter was away, but Gomer somehow "misplaced" the car.

It's a sitcom, don't ask.

Anyway, I just hope the driver did not "misplace" my order.

I did speak to the supervisor, who apologized and couldn't get off the phone quick enough.

I explained everything to her, even though all she wanted to do was get off of the phone with me.

She said that the original deliverer was "inexperienced," and did not know the area, and that the regular route driver was delivering the package today.

Again ...

"Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!"

Now, I am not going to follow what either "Lovey" or the supervisor said related to the other Gomer Pyle quote I used earlier in this Rant, but when I finally get this thing, I will, once again, go back to Gomer and his pearls of wisdom with yet another quote, that being--

"Shazam!"

(P.S.: The package was finally delivered at about 5:30 p.m. on Monday. The box it came in was damaged, and there were small pieces broken off of the holders in the box. One side clamp was also separated from the plastic holders, but I was able to put that back into place.

As I said, both Amazon and UPS have lost me as a customer. 

The thing finally gets delivered, and it is damaged ... never again.)

Rant #3,981: Blue Morning, Blue Day

I had something very frustrating happen to me this past weekend.

It had to do with those plastic holders I am using to put away all of my CDs in order.

I went from store to store--real brick and mortar stores--and could not find what I wanted, so I relented, and ordered a few of these online.

I have to tell you, I don't like ordering online, but there are times where the only place you can find things are online, and in this case, I couldn't find these storage bins anywhere, so my hand was kind of forced.

I ordered the items on Amazon--a site I rarely order from, for three reasons:

1) They weren't charging shipping.

2) They were cheaper than anyone else.

3) They said I would have these items the next day, meaning Saturday.

So I ordered from them ...

And that started my odyssey of frustration.

They gave me regular updates, and stated in one of the updates that my items were with the deliverer and on the way ...

So I waited a good part of Saturday for the items to be delivered, but they never came.

There was someone in our apartment the entire day, and at 4 p.m., with the items still not delivered, I went out to get my family and I some food, as I always do on Saturdays.

My son was at work, my wife was at home, and I arrived back home at 4:30 or so with the food.

My wife and I ate the food, and then, at 5:30 or so, I checked my messages, and lo and behold, I got one about my merchandise.

"Tried to deliver at 5:08 and there was a problem with the delivery. Will try again."

What was the problem? 

I have no idea, none at all.

My wife and I were home at 5:08 p.m., and there was no knock at the door or a doorbell ring to tell us the merchandise was delivered.

Heck, I was back watching the Yankees game at the time, so I was at home when they supposedly tried to deliver the merchandise.

We live in the main building of our development, upstairs, and we have found with other deliveries by other carriers that some of the deliverers either refuse to walk up the stairs--we have found several deliveries, and not just ours, in the hallway near the mailboxes and laundry room in the building--or they cannot find our apartment--whose number is right on our building.

This all comes into play because the next message I received said that yes, there was a problem.

"Wrong address. Tried to deliver at 9:08 p.m."

The problem was that I received the message at 8:38 p.m., or a half hour before 9:08 p.m., so either the deliver's watch wasn't working, or he/she is a liar.

I will go by the latter explanation.

I sent Amazon a message relating all of this displeasure I have just described to you--and then some--to tell them how unhappy I was with their service.

I supposedly was to receive the merchandise on Sunday.

I tried calling the deliverer--UPS--on Sunday, but they were closed, of course.

And, predictably, nothing came on Sunday.

This is not the first time I have had problems with an Amazon order.

Just two weeks ago, my sister sent me something via that service, and not only didn't I receive it when they said it was delivered, but when my sister questioned them, they gave her some baloney reason for this nonsense--

And she reordered the merchandise, and even though she stopped payment on the first order, a couple of days later they delivered it, and then the very next day, they delivered another one of the same item to me, so I had two of the same item--although the colors were slightly different!

My sister told me that she has been ordering from Amazon for years, and all of a sudden, there are problems with their deliveries, and she claims that the reason is that they have gotten "too big" for their britches, so to speak.

Again, I rarely order anything from them, so I will go by her word ...

And I also learned, and learned the hard way, that buying things from and brick and mortar store is still the best way to get the things that you want and need.

And if Amazon send me another notice to review my order ...

They will get a review, all right--

It won't be a kind one, you an bet on that.

And today, I will drown my sorrows--

At the dentist.

This situation is like a toothache that won't go away ...

And I hope I don't have to do a root canal to take away the frustration I have at this whole shebang.

Rant #3,980: I Don't Know Where To Start

We have finally reached the last day of the workweek.

And as I am sure you have heard, that "ceasefire" we had with Iran has kerplunked.

Like Gomer Pyle would say ...

"Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!"

Is anyone really surprised that this thing fell through?

You simply cannot deal on a level plane with terrorists--

They claim things and do things and say things, and then, like I said--

Kerplunk!

This whole thing is costing all of us a lot of money, if not at the gas station, then at the supermarket.

And this is all while our president has told us how much money he is making off crypto currency.

I put this up on Facebook on July 1, and I didn't get a single response to it, but let me tell you, it is truer than true, in particular now that the war has supposedly restarted:

"This crypto currency thing might be the last straw in any popularity the president has with the public.

While presidents are generally exempt from such conflicts of interest while in office, his husking for the crypto industry is somewhat questionable, and his admittance that he has done well financially while he has been our commander in chief--while so many of us are suffering--reeks of a "let them eat cake" philosophy.

Even more importantly, he is making it awful difficult for the future Republican candidate for president to gain any traction with the public.

Yes, his bragging and his questionable--although not illegal--business practices will only create scorn for the Republican candidate--

And Trump will certainly distance himself from that candidate if he or she loses, because of this scorn the public has on the previous president prospering when the general public is suffering.

This could be the final nail in the coffin, although that coffin may already be firmly nailed shut."

And did I tell you that I am worried not only how this is going to impact my purchases at the gas station and at the supermarket and elsewhere, but I am also worried about my money, my supposed pension money, which is in the stock market?

The stock market has been in a rut since oil prices are up, and it will stay in a rut if we go to war again.

Look, I am not arguing about why we went to war.

It was the right thing to do--Iran simply cannot be trusted--but from the get go, I had my doubts about the impact that this situation would have on our country.

Here, in edited form, is what I wrote in Rant #3,925, April 14, just about three months ago:

"And did anyone really think that the U.S. and Iran would come to any sort of agreement?

I am afraid that this conflict is one we can't win, but we can't lose either.

I think that we, as a nation, have to understand that the Arab Middle East is not the West in any way, shape or form.

We desire them to have Western values, but these are classic third world countries, governed by one thing, and one thing only:

Their religion, and their abject hate of all Western values.

This is a different enemy that we have fought in the past.

This is an enemy that doesn't care if it dies, because in death, they consider themselves to be martyrs, giving themselves up to Allah.

And their people, and those Arabs throughout the Middle East, are not people that will rise up in unison and stage uprisings to rid their government of its rulers and become more Western.

It is not happening with the Palestinians, it is not happening with the Iranians, and it is not happening with the Lebanese.

They voted in Hamas, they voted in Hezbollah, and they are OK to be governed by terrorists.

And if they are so comfortable with this leadership, we have to be mindful of that, that Western values aren't coming to the Arab world in these Middle Eastern countries anytime soon, if at all.

As much as we want it to happen, it simply isn't, and we have to understand that.

The fight that we--and Israel--are fighting is a good fight, a correct fight, but I am afraid it is going to lead nowhere, or at least not to the result we want it to come to.

Without help from Europe and our allies, and without any help from any of the Arab countries, we seem to be fighting a war not only with Iran and Lebanon, but amongst our own people and the world.

And with rising inflation, gas prices rising and everything going up exponentially each and every day of this war, it is a conflict that I am afraid, even though it is just, is simply going to lead to an uprising among our country's citizens.

I have said it before, and I am going to say it again:

To play on an old phrase we all learned in high school, "The pocketbook is mightier than the sword."

And when average Americans like you and I are spending more dollars than we can afford to simply get through each and every day, we are losing the battle amongst ourselves.

How much longer can we take it?

We have weakened this enemy, but we have not destroyed them; and their people are simply too weak to take over where we started.

I am sure if we had our druthers, at this point in time, we would love to push that button and totally annihilate them, but that isn't happening any time soon, or at all.

So we have to prepare for our endgame, and Israel--which would love to push that button, too--must prepare for its endgame, too.

That does not mean giving up, it means understanding the situation, while continuing to monitor it and take action when necessary, and plan to move on.

The threat will still be there, but it will be weakened ...

Mightily weakened.

The American public has just so much patience, and that patience is getting thinner by the day.

And our allies should absolutely be ashamed of themselves at their behavior during this time when we all should be pulling together.

In their future times of need, we should act in kind.

We are in a world where things are topsy turvy, where good guys are bad guys and bad guys are good guys.

We--the U.S.--are the good guys here, but you wouldn't know it by our allies' reactions to what we are doing to rid the world of these terroristic regimes.

So be it.

We have a great friend in the Middle East in Israel, all the other supposed friends we have there really aren't that at all, and like the old song said,

"United We Stand, Divided We Fall."

So, although I stand by what I said about this conflict being the right thing to do, it is a conflict that we really can't win, figuratively or literally.

Was it a total mistake to get involved in this in the first place?

I simply don't know.

But what I do know, and have known since the beginning of this conflict, is that it is a real mess, a mess that we thought we cleaned up, but it has simply gotten worse.

I honestly don't know what to think anymore about this conflict, but when I look in my wallet, my wallet talks to me.

And it is talking very loudly right now.

And it isn't too happy.

Have a great weekend, and I will speak to you again on Monday.

Rant #3,979: Hubble Bubble

As you know, due to my health problems, I have had to cut my intake of soda down to next to nothing--

And my doctors have told me that I need to drink as much water as possible.

I have done just that, and in the process, I have lost 20 or so pounds.

That is all fine and good, but I just don't like drinking water.

Never have, never will.

It is great in short spurts where you need to hydrate, but as a choice of beverage, it never has really registered with me.

My father used to say that water "is for peasants" ...

His only drink for years was water, as he had an ulcer, and during those days, doctors felt that you would irritate the ulcer if you drank anything but water.

He hated it, but abided by what his doctors said, and he eventually went back to sugar-free/caffeine-free soda, which is way worse than drinking the real thing.

But back to me ...

I am not a water drinker, although I am getting used to it, in a funny way.

If I have to drink water, I much prefer seltzer.

I like the fizz, I like the carbonation, and I guess it makes me think of soda, even though it doesn't have that flavoring in it--

And no, I don't drink the flavored seltzer, because to me at least, it has a bad aftertaste.

It is kind of in my veins, because I used to drink seltzer a lot as a kid, when we used to get it delivered in those old-fashioned bottles with the spritz lever at the top of the bottle.

That was REAL seltzer.

Few places offer that type of seltzer now, but you can get seltzer in bottles and cans just about anywhere.

I have chosen Poland Spring seltzer as my go-to beverage, as it gets as close to the old type of seltzer as anything I can find in a supermarket--

Until recently.

If you drink this seltzer, you know that they changed the label on the bottles--both the larger and smaller bottles--and with that change, evidently, came a change in formulation, as the seltzer simply doesn't have the pep--and pop--that it used to have.

When you open the bottle, you used to get a rush of carbonation, but that seemingly is gone after the first sip.

The carbonation that the product once had has been lessened, and after a sip or two, you can barely taste the bubbles.

I don't know why they did this, but this seltzer is as flat as the other seltzers on the market, and it is very disappointing.

The last time my family and I were on a cruise, I asked for seltzer, and they offered me, I think it was Seagram's seltzer in a can, and that was the best over-the-counter seltzer I think I have ever had.

The carbonation kept going and going until you drank the final drop.

The problem is that you can't find that seltzer anywhere--believe me, I have looked--so I had to settle for the Poland Spring seltzer, which at the time, wasn't as good, but it was good enough.

Now, it simply isn't.

I wonder why they changed the formulation when they changed the bottle labels ...

Maybe they found that most people prefer less carbonation, but I don't, and if the bottle sits in the refrigerator after you open it, once you drink it, it tastes like heavy water, not seltzer.

Has anyone else had this experience with Poland Spring seltzer?

It simply does not have the pop it used to, and when I want to bubble up--

It appears the bubble has burst. 

Rant #3,978: Cold As Ice/Hot Blooded

Yesterday was another day where the temperatures got back to temperatures somewhat lesser than they had been.

It wasn't as nasty as Monday was, where the rain came down from the heavens in buckets, but it wasn't what I would call a nice day ...

But after temperatures in the 100s over the weekend, I think we all can accept two days like we had yesterday and on Monday.

On the other extreme, I remember as a kid--a really little kid, as my remembrance was from when we lived in Kew Gardens Hills, Queens--we had a day where it was zero degrees, maybe even slightly less than that.

I must have been three or four years old, so it must have been in 1960 or 1961.

All I wanted to do was go outside, and my mother was hesitant, as the temperature was just so cold.

But she finally relented, dressed me up as warmly as she could, and I went outside to play with my friends.

For whatever reason, I remember that there was no wind at all, and while it was cold, I must have spent a good hour, if not more, outside that day, because to me, it didn't feel like it was zero degrees.

You react to things differently as you get older, and, of course, I could never do that today, nor could I spend hours outside when it is 100 degrees or more at 69 years of age.

But at three or four years old, you can do things that you simply cannot do when you get older.

Ah, the follies of youth!

As you know, I hate the snow, but when it snowed when I was a kid, I just loved it.

I took my sled, went to the nearest hill, and did my thing there.

Now, when it snows, the last thing I want to do is to go outside.

I remember that when my son was a little kid, I took him sledding a couple of times, and to me, it was laborious, and I couldn't wait to get home.

Funny, I don't think he was into it, either, and the sledding never lasted that long--

Or he saw how I was, and it just took the fun away from him.

Today, he works outside in all weather--frigid to the recent 100-degree days--and he takes it all in stride.

My wife and I are very proud of him for his work dedication and in his reaction to the elements, and I think his work appreciates it too.

He has to work today, when the temperatures kind of get back to summer normal, but I know he will be OK ...

Because if he didn't tank last weekend--when he worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday in less than ideal conditions--he will be OK when the temperatures only get into the 80s.

Again, he is 30, so who knows how he will react to the weather when he is my age?

But for now, he is OK ...

And he stays hydrated, which is a major part of him being able to withstand the elements.

Me, I have heat prostration, so I really have to watch myself.

Three times I didn't, and I am really lucky to be alive.

Once, at age 14 or so, I passed out in junior high school in Rochdale Village, Queens, while running during gym class.

I didn't know how to regulate myself, so I went all out at first, and I just passed out after a couple of runs around the gravel pit, where we did our running.

The second time was the scariest time.

We had moved to Long Island by then, and at age 15 or so, I had my bicycle and was crossing Sunrise Highway to get to a friend's house on the other side of town.

It was a really hot day, and I know I completely blacked out crossing the highway, which is really a three lane thoroughfare back and forth with lights.

To this day, I have absolutely no idea how I got to the island in the middle separating the six lanes--did I get there myself and pass out or did somebody drag me onto the island seeing that I had passed out in the middle of the road?

I have absolutely no idea.

The last time this happened to me I was in my early 50s, and my family and I went to a game at Yankee Stadium where it was really, really hot.

I remember taking care of my son, pouring water on his head and getting him water to drink, but me ...

I didn't do anything to help myself.

I soon felt sick, went to the bathroom, and passed out there.

My son accompanied me to the bathroom, and he called security when I didn't come out, and I just remember them dragging me out, spraying water on me, giving me something to drink, and taking me to the members-only club that the old Yankee Stadium had to cool down.

My wife had to drive my car back home because even a few hours later, I was in no shape to drive that day, even though I felt much better.

They even checked on me days after the incident to make sure I was OK.

These things are frightening, and hopefully, these three incidents are the only three where I have suffered like this.

(I think there was another incident in summer camp when I was about 10 or 11 years old, but I simply don't have a clear remembrance of that, so I might be wrong.)

Happily, my son has never exhibited any of these things, so I can rest assured that he is OK, whether it is frigid or steamy.

Mother Nature can be unforgiving ...

And during those 100-degree days we just had, she was as brutal as can be.