Rant #3,934: I'm Alive

Yes, I'm alive.

I got through my latest health procedure pretty well, although I still have to hear back from the doctor after my polyps--six of them--are fully analyzed.

On the surface, it appears that I might have dodged a bullet based on the doctor's own analysis, but I will await the final word on them before I kick up my body in glee.

And If everything is OK, it was one of the best birthday gifts that I could have ever given myself.

Yes, I had the procedure done on my birthday--

Not because I necessarily wanted it done that day, but because the doctor had no other open spots to do this procedure.

His office was closed during the Easter/Passover break--more for Passover, based on what he and his office told me--and they had a backlog of cases, so it just worked out that my birthday was my day.

I had my gall bladder taken out on my birthday 19 years before on my 50th birthday--that was an emergency surgery--so it is not totally foreign for me to celebrate the date of my birth by having medical procedures done on that date.

It all made my special day kind of weird, but my family helped me get through it, hopefully with flying colors.

I need another such procedure done in six months, but hopefully nothing further about that area in between.

And thanks to everyone for the birthday well wishes ...

Let me tell you, it helped--

And it helped a lot.

Funny things happen after i get anesthesia, when I come to and wake up from the it all..

Sometimes I sing, sometimes I say some gibberish, but on Tuesday, I do remember coming out of it, and thanking the medical staff that worked on me for their help in getting me through all of this.

I also looked at the two nurses who were there--both probably in their early 30s--and telling them, "You are two beautiful looking ladies."

But then I told my wife, who they had summoned in after the procedure to help me get dressed, "But you are the best looking lady here."

And I meant that one million percent.

(But yes, the two nurses were absolutely gorgeous.)

Anyway, after speaking with the doctor, my wife had to go up to the desk to make my next appointment there, so I sat in the waiting area, took out my phone, and went on Facebook--which should have been the furthest thing from my mind--and tried to type out the word "polyps."

I had six--count 'em--six of these things removed, and I guess I was happy with what the doctor said about them.

But for the life of me, I could not correctly type out the word "polyps" spelled correctly.

I think I first spelled it "pollips" or "polips" or some variation of that, but I could not spell it out correctly--

Until I fully came to, and I wondered how "polyps" became "pollips" or "polips" or whatever I wrote, and I corrected my spelling.

Kind of strange how the mind works, especially when you aren't fully out of your anesthesia-induced slumber.

But whatever the case, I got through it, and hopefully, I can move on to the next procedure.

May is going to be a very busy month for me, with numerous doctors' appointments on a variety of my ailments throughout the month.

I am not looking forward to any of this, but at least none are on a birthday or a special day for me--

Except one of them.

I don't have any procedures scheduled for May 9 or May 22, which are the anniversaries of my bar mitzvah and my bar mitzvah reception, respectively--I can't believe it is going to be 56 years for both--but I do have a major procedure scheduled--

For May 15, the day I became a father for the first time, when my daughter was born 38 years ago in 1988.

I guess that once again, I will celebrate the occasion with, hopefully, good health--

And I will be able to wish her "happy birthday" maybe with some pain, but with a smile on my face for getting through another hurdle towards good health.

Let's all hope for that.

But for now, let me just relax a little bit.

I think I have earned that, even with the knowledge that the medical merry-go-round continues to turn for me.

Like they said in "The Jetsons"--

"Jane, get me off this crazy thing!"

Please!

Rant #3,933: Who's On First

I have a bit of a difficult period coming up next week.

I have to have another procedure done, and it will pretty much knock me out for at least the first two days of next week.

So next week, I might have to take a "bye" from this blog ... 

We will have to see how things go and if I am up to anything early in the week and for its duration.

I believe that this procedure will pretty much tell me where I stand with my health, so it is a very important one to have.

Onto other things ...

Now that my son has a new doctor, we had a telephone/video appointment with this physician, which happened yesterday afternoon.

And as usual when something involves me, this supposedly simple task did not go smoothly.

First of all, I tried to connect with my laptop, and it simply would not connect.

I tried my phone, and happily, it connected right away.

Everything went well, and the doctor wanted me to make a followup appointment with him, and to send over my son's recently completed psychological assessment.

As the call ended, I said to the doctor that I would assume that my son, at one point, would have to meet with him in person, and the doctor told me--

"That is highly unlikely, because I am in New Jersey."

Funny, the office I went through to get the appointment is near where I used to work--in my own "garden," so to speak--but we now have a doctor handling my son's affairs who is based in the Garden State.

OK, I guess that is how things are handled today ... not to my liking, but like I said yesterday, I am an old fogey, and after three hours of calls, this was the best we could get.

Anyway, I then tried to call this place nearby, because I wanted to make an appointment and I wanted to find out how to send over the report the doctor wanted--

And the doctor, himself, gave me the phone number to call to do all of this.

Little did I know that this would lead to a solid hour of calling, going online, and getting very little done until the end of that hour.

I called the phone number, got put on hold for several minutes, and then was told--

"No one here can answer your call"--

CLICK!

Befuddled--but again, I think someone up there is testing me--I called another number that I had for this place, and again--

"No one here can answer your call"--

CLICK!

I started to yell and scream, but I figured that perhaps I could get this all done if I went to the patient portal that they provided--

And on which we had to fill out countless forms before meeting with the doctor.

I first went to the "Appointments" tab, and tried to get an appointment as close to a month away from yesterday as possible.

I clicked on a date, and it simply would not take.

I did it again, and it simply would not take.

I could not figure out what the problem was, but I was determined to make the appointment, so I tried again--

And again--

And again--

And I don't know how, but it finally took, and we have our May appointment with the doctor--

On the same day that in the morning, I have to go back to the plastic surgeon to see if the cancerous lesion I had taken off my scalp several weeks ago has healed like it was supposed to.

(Yes, with all the other health difficulties I have, that incident with the staples in my scalp feels like an afterthought, something that took place decades ago rather than just a few weeks back.)

So now, I had to try to figure out how to transmit the form the doctor wanted, and I went to different areas on the patient portal, but to no avail.

I went to one of the emails that we were sent from this place, and lo and behold, one said that if I had any questions, I could send an email to one of the addresses on the email--

I wrote up the email, voiced my chagrin at what had been going on, and sent the email off with the attachment that the doctor wanted.

I also went back to the patient portal, sent a message to them to alert them that I had sent the attachment to them through email, but I could not include the attachment to that message, so it was basically an alert that I had sent this to them and that they should look for it in the email and forward it to the doctor.

I figured for fun, I would call the office again, because I wanted to make sure that they received the attachment--

And incredibly, I got someone on the line this time!

I told the operator that as a new patient, I was not happy with the process, but I also told the operator that I had emailed the attachment to the office, and he gave me their text number--

And I texted the attachment over as well.

(And, by the way, the operator told me they were having "technical difficulties," and I replied that is not a valid excuse, especially for a new customer to go through all of this. He agreed with me.)

So anyway, I did get a message back on the portal that they received the attachment through email, and I replied to make sure that the doctor received it--

And reiterated that I was not too happy with the service.

Well, I thought I was done, and then I received another email, stating that since I had met with the doctor, they wanted me to give them a review of their service.

I thought the doctor did a good job, but the service ...

So I tried to put down my thoughts, and I got a message--

Stating that my review could not be accepted.

I don't know why, and quite frankly, I don't give a darn.

"Oh, that's our shortstop!"

I don't know about "Who's On First," but I do know that I can't win for losing lately, and if God is testing me, I hope that I am passing the test--

And that leads me to the rest of this message ...

Monday and Tuesday of next week are going to be washouts, as my health takes precedence.

I honestly don't know if I will be at the Blog either day, or even for the rest of next week.

So it is going to be like a vacation week for me, or at least a vacation from the Blog.

I could put up a photo of a pretty girl in a bikini to signify a "vacation" like I normally do when I go on a brief respite, but I don't think that would be appropriate.

So as sort of a middle ground, I put up what I thought was an appropriate photo at the top of this entry.

I guess you could call it, "Gorilla My Dreams."

Quite appropriate, I would say. 

So please wish me well, I know that I am going to need all your good wishes, and then some.

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

"Who's on first, I don't know's on second ... "

Rant #3,932: When I Grow Up To Be a Man

I just heard from an old friend, who wished me well with the procedure I will be going through early next week.

It made me feel really good, and I was happy to hear that he was doing pretty well himself.

Goodness, and to think that when we were kids, the furthest thing from our minds was our health--

And getting older.

We looked at people who were our age now as "old fogeys," and never realized that if we were lucky, we would one day be the current version of those "old fogeys."

As I have said in the past, I don't feel old, just older--

Although the past several months have made me feel that yes, I am old.

But when I read stories about people who live past 100 years of age, I have to take a step back.

Am I really old?

No, I don't think I am.

And those people who reach past 100 aren't either, because it is their mindset that is admirable.

They don't feel old even past the century mark, so why should I?

I should be embarrassed to even think that I am old.

I haven't even reached 70 years of age yet--

How can I be old?

But onto other things ...

And yes, I have to talk about someone who just died, someone who was not a major star but who might have touched us all by her performances on TV and in the movies.

Joy Harmon passed away the other day at age 85.

If you don't know the name, you certainly knew her look.

She was in countless movies and TV shows into the early 1970s, and boy, did she have the look.

The blond, saucer-eyed actress--who was sort of that period of time's version of Sydney Sweeney--appeared in numerous TV shows including "The Monkees," "The Beverly Hillbillies," "My Three Sons," "The Odd Couple," and countless other sitcoms, but her "bust out" role was in a.Paul Newman film.

"Cool Hand Luke" featured one of those Hollywood scenes that you never forget. Newman, in jail with his fellow prisoners, was on a work gang, and encountered Harmon's "Lucille," wearing the tightest outfit that Hollywood would then allow, out before them on the road.

These women-starved men were then subject to one of the absolutely sexiest scenes ever put on celluloid, as she washed her car as they ogled and watched, with as much water and soap caressing her voluptuous figure as was going on the car.

It was an incredible scene, not just for the convicts to see, but for the movie audience as well.

She was never a star, pretty much used as eye candy in whatever role she had, and I think she probably knew that.

Her real passion was baking, believe it or not.

She tried out her recipes while still acting, and when the acting roles dried up and she knew that that part of her life was over, she became quite a famous baker, opening Aunt Joy's Cakes in Burbank, Calif., a popular spot for all baked goods, where she worked for the rest of her life.

Again, Harmon was a name most people didn't know, but when you saw her on the big screen or on TV, she was someone that you never forgot.

R.I.P., Joy, you done good.

Rant #3,931: Peace of Mind

I bought a container to put those extra LPs in, and I also bought two storage bins for my next project--

One that will, undoubtedly, take me a bit of time to complete.

I am using the two storage bins, as a start, to put all of my and my wife's CDs together, in alphabetical order.

This is going to be a job for the ages, since we have probably around 1,000 CDs in our combined collection.

I figured out that using these units--the same type which I already keep my 45s in--allows me to keep a total of 56 CDs in each drawer--two rows of 28 each--or 168 CDs per three-draw unit.

Having two units to hold these, I now can put away 336 CDs of normal size.

Box sets and other different-sized CD holders will have to go somewhere else.

So, as I am sure you can figure oymut, if I can fit 168 CDs per unit, and I have just two units dedicated to thus crusade, I will need at least three more units to pack away all the normal- sized CDs.

I can't do it all in one sitting, because 1) it costs too much, and 2) with my health being what it is, i simply cannot do so much at a time.

I have a major procedure to get through next week, so i don't want to push things too much--

And after that procedure, I don't kniw how long it will take for me to recover.

So, I am going to do what I can now, and I will do the rest in the future.

I also did two stories for work, attended a work meeting, and had other things to do, so I actually made a major dent in this job I have created for myself.

It keeps me busy, and if I can do it now--

Why not?

My body might be falling apart at the seams, but my mind and determination remain strong.

Do I still hurt?

Have I recovered from Monday's LP cataclysm?

Will I finish this project before I am old(er) and gray(er)?

Stay tuned as I go along ...

Same Bat time, same Bat channel.

(And yes, if you were wondering, i do have a few "Batman"-related CDs to put in order as part of this project ...

And yes, I still hurt a bit.)

Rant #3,930: Hurt

I had another one of those days yesterday.

After doing some work, I received a call from the doctor's office where I set my son up for a telephone appointment for June.

The office called me, and said that they did not carry our insurance, so the appointment was canceled.

That led to a three-hour odyssey over the phone to try to find another physician for him.

Our insurance provider seemed to be useless, because the physician we had the appointment with was obtained through them, so obviously, their information about their own doctors is not up to date.

I called all around, left messages, and of the more than a dozen calls that were made--

Two got back to me, and we took the one that was most convenient for my family.

We now have a telephone appointment with a local doctor on Thursday morning... not two months from now.

And then the handyman came to fix my record shelves.

He finished the project just as I was finishing with my calls, and the job was done, at half the price that he originally quoted us 

With that job completed, it was my job to put everything back on the shelves--

Thousands and thousands of albums, which were all over the floor after the unit's collapse 

So I spent the better part of the afternoon putting all the records back where they belong ...

Or more to the point, almost all of them.

No matter how much I tried, there are 50 albums I could not fit into the repaired unit, although they were in there before the thing collapsed.

I guess that I might have left more air in the rows so that it wouldn't collapse again, probably doing it somewhat unwittingly.

Anyway, my back is killing me--I really pushed myself to do this--and i have those 50 LPs stacked in the corner, so it is now my job to find a receptacle for them.

I will be looking on Ebay and Amazon for something to put these records in.

So, with all I had to do yesterday, I am really hurting. As you know, I am not physically fit right now, and I pushed myself beyond the line of what I should not be doing.

What it all amounted to is for a day I thought would be relaxing leading up to my next medical procedure next week, it was anything but ...

But at least it wasn't for naught.

And yes, I still hurt all over!

Rant #3,929: Mirage

Saturday was perhaps one of the most bizarre, up and down days of my entire life.

I knew that it was going to be a crazy day, but not like it turned out to be.

At 9 a.m., my son had his scheduled telephone meeting with his doctor.

He has been "seeing" this particular doctor for the last 10 or 15 years, and this physician--an older man who has been practicing for decades--really helped my son with his mental difficulties,

We knew the day was coming that he would retire--the doctor is around 90, at my own estimation--but he told us, in very sullen tones that I could barely here--that with his own health woes, he would be retiring, effective immediately.

So with that, I had to start to look around for another doctor, on a Saturday morning.

I called our insurance provider, they gave me a list of doctors, and I began to call them, with the full knowledge that it was a Saturday, and none would be available.

It is hard enough finding a doctor, but finding a doctor under this specialty is even more difficult.

So I left a few messages, and it was time to take my son to his bowling league.

It was the first time I was present to see him bowl in a few weeks, and I have to tell you, it felt pretty good to be there--

Until I got inundated with phone calls, including from my son's retiring doctor, a relative, and from the office of one of the doctors that I had called earlier.

If you have ever been in a bowling alley, you know just how noisy it is, and I had to take the calls in the men's bathroom, which I have to tell you, was just as noisy as being on the lanes.

The call from the doctor's office was the most important of these calls--which came in rapid succession, one after the other--and I told the caller that I would contact them at about 2 pm., because I obviously could not talk to them at that point.

My son bowled, he bowled pretty well, as did his team, which regained its first-place standing, and the bowling finished early, as the other team had only one member present.

It was Record Store Day, so I figured that since we finished early, I could go to my local record store, with my son, and see what they had available.

So we trekked over there, spent about five minutes in the store, I made my purchases, and we left.

We went home, and I turned on the Yankees game, hoping for a relaxing afternoon--

But with the knowledge that I had to speak to the doctor's office that called me when we were in the bowling alley.

In the meantime, did I tell you that one of my record racks buckled the other day, dumping thousands of LPs all over the place?

Yes, it did just that, and we hired a handyman we have used in the past to fix it.

He came over in the middle of the afternoon, and did part of the job, with more to come.

So while he was doing his thing, I made my call to the doctor's office, they got back to me, and after about 90 minutes on the phone, we secured a first meeting between this doctor and my son, a telephone meeting in June, which was the best we could do.

So the game is on, with the sound turned off, the handyman is doing his thing, and I am talking with the doctor's office, where I was so involved that I had no idea what was even happening during the game, which the Yankees won, 13-4.

They hit three home runs in one inning, and I was so involved that I had no idea what was going on during that inning.

Finally, at about 4:30 p.m., with that concert I told you about last week coming up, my family and I decided to do something that we hadn't done in months, which was to actually eat out at a local restaurant.

We did that--I thought the meal was pretty good--and before you knew it, it was time to go to Westbury Music Fair to see Tommy James perform.

We arrived at the venue a little early, so we sat in the car for about a half hour, and then we finally went on line, saw friends who were also seeing the show, and planned to chill out for the next two hours or so.

Tommy James remains an excellent performer 40 years after his last hit.

We have seen him countless times over the years, and his show is pretty much both wonderful and predictable at the exact same time, never wavering very much from formula--play the hits, do some banter, and talk about his book about his time at mob-run Roulette Records being made into a movie.

This time, he didn't stray too much from this formula, slowing down the arrangements on his songs a bit, but the one revelation that came out of the whole 90-minutes-or-so concert was that this movie that he has been talking about for ages is now supposedly going to be a multi-part series on one of the streaming channels.

This was originally a Martin Scorcese project, but it has been up and down over the years, and now, it apparently is on again.

So the concert ended, and we drove home--

Ready to watch Wrestlemania with my son.

The problem was one we have had for months, that we cannot get the pay per view, even though we have paid for the service on ESPN through our Verizon subscription.

So for the umpteenth time, I called Verizon about this, and for the umpteenth time, the situation had not yet been resolved.

The problem was that I used my phone so much on Saturday that I didn't realize how much power it had left--very little--and I was disconnected from Verizon because the phone had no juice left.

Since my son and I were already up, and sleep was not in the offing right then, I decided to help him fully download a video game he had purchased, and which he had partially downloaded a couple of days ago.

It literally said that we had 19 minutes to go for the full download, which turned out to be the slowest 19 minutes on record--maybe like 40 minutes--and then, before you could play the game, you had to register at a site online before doing anything.

Finally, as frustrated as all hell with just about everything that happened on Saturday, we were able to go to sleep, probably around 12:30 a.m. or so, and when I woke up on Sunday at 7 a.m., I was just as frustrated as I was when I went to sleep.

The funny thing is that through it all, my stamina level was much better--

Not up to the level it normally is, but much better.

Waking up on Sunday morning, I felt a lot of get up and go, but through the morning, the level dropped a bit as the morning turned to the afternoon.

And yes, my son woke up a little early, and we called Verizon again about this problem we are having.

It was supposedly fixed, we were able to watch Wrestlemania after my son got home from work, but with one glitch--

The screen kept freezing, and needed to be constantly reset.

You can't have everything, I guess.

So Saturday was a strange mess, Sunday was time to relax... sort of.

I truly think that God is testing me through this entire business that I am going through, but honestly, I just wish that the test was over, and that I passed the audition, once and for all.

Rant #3,928: Crimson and Clover

Another week is coming to an end.

Another week of tests ...

And another week where I still don't know where I stand with my health.

I go from feeling OK to feeling lousy.

A lot of it is mental, but a lot of it is, I am sorry to say, physical. 

Next week appears to be a pretty "dry" week regarding further testing, as it appears that I have absolutely nothing on the docket--

Which is a good thing, because I am worn out from all of these tests, and I need a break.

But it is also a bad thing--

Because without the tests, I don't know where I stand with my health.

This all leads up to the following week, my birthday week, where right smack dab on the day of my birth, I have another major procedure to get done.

I am hoping that it is the best birthday present that I could ever give to myself.

We shall see.

Onto other things ...

Tomorrow is Record Store Day, where independent record stores feature a vast array of exclusive releases to those who attend.

For the second spring Record Store Day in a row, I am going to have to pass on being there, at least early in the morning when my local record store opens and the best merchandise is available.

I have too many things to do on Saturday, and honestly, I am not up to it right now.

Just to make sure that nothing on this RSD list is spiking my fancy, I looked at it again yesterday, and quite honestly, there is nothing on the list that I must have.

There are some interesting things, but nothing that will force me to get up at some ungodly hour and wait on a line to get into the store.

Now, that does not mean that I won't get to the store sometime during the weekend; it just means that I won't be there at the break of dawn to look through releases that I really don't want.

Saturday is a very busy day.

My son speaks to his doctor in a phone visit at 9 a.m.

My son then has his bowling league, and for the first time in a month, I have plans to be there and watch him and his team compete.

When that is over, there is a window for me to attend the event, and if I am up to it, I might just go and see what is available.

Later in the day into the evening, my family and I are attending a concert at Westbury Music Fair, a concert that was supposed to be held six months ago--when bad health was the furthest thing from my mind--and was postponed for one reason or another.

This will be a very good test of my mental and physical well being, and I am really looking forward to it.

The act we are seeing is Tommy James, who always puts on a great show, and I am hoping I can get through it unscathed.

It is also Wrestlemania weekend, so my son and I will be watching as much of that spectacle as possible, from the comfort of our living room couch.

So this Saturday, in particular, is going to be a real test for me.

Am I feeling better?

I guess I am, somewhat, but I still have some health problems, and that always is in the back of my mind.

I go up, down, all around on this question.

So this weekend is going to be a memorable one for me, one way or the other.

I really hope to get to RSD, and I hope that everyone gets to their local independent record store and supports that store as much as they can.

So with that all ahead of me, yes, I am looking forward to this weekend, and looking forward to it very positively.

I hope I can get through it.

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

Rant #3,927: Point of No Return

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is nothing but a dumpster fire of bad choices.

It has little to do with rock and roll anymore, and the names that are consistently left out for inclusion in this HoF reads like a who's who of rock and pop and popular music in general during the rock and roll era.

No Lesley Gore, no Neil Sedaka, no Monkees, no Paul Revere and the Raiders, no Tommy James and the Shondells, no Turtles ...

And I could go on and on and on.

Without these seminal acts, more current acts that get in routinely would not even have had the door left ajar for them to even exist.

This year's crap ... err ... crop of inductees is absolutely the worst class of them all, including Billy Idol, Phil Collins and such non-deservees as the Wu-Tang Clan and Sade.

Blecch!

Absolutely awful.

But for once, this dumpster fire finally did something right--

It named Ed Sullivan as an inductee via the Ahmet Ertegun Award for those who have had "a major influence on the creative development and growth of rock and roll music that has impacted culture."

If you were around during Sullivan's 23-year run on CBS every Sunday night--1948 to 1971--you know just how important he was--unwittingly--in the development and acceptance of rock and roll by our culture.

From Elvis Presley to the Beatles, he put on the national TV stage just about every major hitmaker of that era, pushing them into our living rooms, whether we--or he--liked it or not.

He knew how to grab the kids to his show, and in between Jimmy Durante, Jack Benny and Hollywood's "old guard," he sandwiched in the Rolling Stones and the Doors and even the Cowsills and Tiny Tim.

And those nights where he gave the world Elvis Presley and the Beatles--nights that no one will ever forget.

Sullivan preferred the newer acts that went by the old Hollywood aesthetic--the Supremes, Dave Clark 5, Petula Clark and the 5th Dimension among them--but he was just as open to the Jefferson Airplane and the Vanilla Fudge, anything to draw eyeballs to his show.

And millions watched, millions started to accept the rock and roll aesthetic, and this then new music was accepted into our society.

Sure, we had "American Bandstand," we had other shows of the same ilk, but to put rock and roll mixed in with the plate twirlers on prime time on Sunday night on the number one network solidified rock and roll's hold on the nation.

He championed black acts, he fought with the Rolling Stones and Jim Morrison of the Doors, he wore love beads with the Mamas and Papas, he preferred Ella Fitzgerald but put up with Janis Joplin--

Sullivan was the ultimate showman, and even though he probably didn't know it, his show made rock and roll the music of our times.

For the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame to name him to be inducted is way more important than inducting Luther Vandross and Iron Maiden, because quite frankly, without Sullivan opening the door for the likes of Jackie Wilson, James Brown and Steppenwolf, acts like this would never had had a pathway to the popularity that they enjoyed.

And that is why naming Ed Sullivan to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is the best, and most significant, move that this place has made in probably about 40 years, since its early days.

Maybe there is hope for the place after all ...

But by naming the likes of Joy Division and Oasis this year, the induction of Ed Sullivan might have been nothing more than a major glitch.

Perhaps they meant it to be Topo Gigio ... ?

Rant #3,926: My House

Today is kind of a weird anniversary for myself and my family.

It is the one-year anniversary of us living in our current residence, and it is about two-and-a-half years or so since we moved from our house to the apartment complex we are in now.

I can focus on both anniversaries here right now, but using general observations.

When my family and I moved to our house on Long Island in late summer 1971, it meant a great change for the four of us, since we all were born, lived in and grew up in New York City.

When we moved out to Long Island in late July 1971, it was a real and true mind shift for us.

My parents finally had the home they wanted, in a safe environment, unlike where we came from, which was in such disarray that it prompted this move.

For my sister and I, it was a new beginning, one that was fraught with many potholes, in particular for me, because we moved just before I was starting high school, a time in one's life that is full of so many changes to begin with that any additional upheavals can be striking, and it certainly was for me.

Flash ahead more than 50 years, and I still lived in that house, this time with my wife and son, with my parents living in the same house.

When my parents passed away, my family and I were in for new changes and a new reality, that being that we had to leave our home, and leave it as quickly as possible.

My health problems started right then and there, but we found a nice, new neighborhood to live in, and we moved into our first apartment here a few weeks after my mother died, with me hobbling and really, there was nowhere else for us to go.

Then exactly a year ago today, we relocated within the same development to a much larger apartment, and while I wasn't hobbling anymore, I certainly did not know what the future would bring, and that hobbling led to more maladies that I can't comprehend.

Anyway, let me say right away that there is nothing like a house.

Moving from an apartment to a house is a daunting task, but it is doable.

Moving from a house into an apartment is more involved, more intense, and much more involved--

Especially when I, myself, lived in that house for the better part of 50 years.

We were darn lucky. 

We found a development not too far away from where we lived, but in another town and another county, which has posed its own problems.

I can still frequent places that I used to when we lived in the old neighborhood, and I still feel like I still live in that old neighborhood.

But it simply isn't the same as living in a house ...

I have grown to enjoy where we live, enjoy our apartment, enjoy our terrace, and enjoy being where we are now.

I still wish that things could have turned out differently, that we still could be in that house, but I guess it simply wasn't meant to be.

I have been near the old house, but I have never purposely driven by it.

It is not ours anymore, and I have no interest in seeing what it looks like now.

I am firmly ensconced where I am, so why look at something that isn't ours anymore?

It makes no sense, to me at least, so while I have had opportunities to do so--we are only about 3.5 miles away from where we were--what would be the point?

As Dorothy said in "The Wizard of Oz," "there's no place like home," and that is just so true.

And home is not in a house anymore, it is in an apartment, and that is my home now.

Thinking back to when I was a kid in Rochdale Village, when we would invite someone over to our apartment, we would say variations of "come to my house," or "let's go to my house," or something like that, even though the word "house" was used in place of "apartment."

I never remember uttering the word "apartment" in such instances, and all these years later, even though my "house" is my "apartment," things haven't changed that much.

My house, my apartment, is my home, and that is the way it is, and the way it will always be.

Rant #3,925: United We Stand

More tests.

More frustration.

More, more, more. 

How do I like it?

I don't, but it is for my betterment.

I know that, but I haven't had this many tests since graduate school, or maybe even grade school.

Whatever the amount of tests that I had back then, those were certainly happier times than now.

Right now, I feel that not only isn't my body right, I am in something of a brain fog--

But like I said the other day, I am determined to beat whatever it is that is ailing me, and beat it to a pulp--

No matter how long it takes.

And is that sentiment one that we share about what is happening in the Middle East?

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 going over $4 a gallon, 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?

And when Tiger Woods can call the president when he gets picked up for DUI, who does the average American call when prices are rising to an outrageous level?

There will come a point when we, as a nation, are going to have to take a step back from all of this, and really see what is in our best interests.

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."

Now, onto more tests ... 

And I think that we, as a country, are in for more tests, too.

Rant #3,924: Hope and Deliverance

Another week, another set of medical tests--

Which will lead to still more tests--

And still more tests after that.

And the cost--

Don't get me started on that.

It is kind of never ending, but I know that it will all lead up to me being healthy, so I just have to put up with it.

I mean, it is Monday the 13th, not Friday the 13th, so it is all good.

This past weekend, I was still suffering some after-effects from the PT scan I had, so I had to bow out of taking my son to his bowling league on Saturday morning.

My wife has just been so good about everything--my Rock of Gibraltar--so she took him.

The PT scan left me tired, and still slightly irradiated, so I just felt it was better that I took at least the morning off, giving me one more day to get back firmly in the saddle.

Physically, I wasn't up to par, and probably mentally, too, since I will hear about the findings of the test this morning--

While I receive another test, and prepare for a future test where my doctor has to sign some papers to give me the go-ahead to have this test done.

But enough about that--

How about that Artemis splashdown!

The re-entry into our atmosphere and the splashdown were probably the most difficult tasks of that entire project to accomplish, and they did it!

I was probably asleep when it happened, but I was so happy that they made it.

This project will be a stepping stone to our eventual landing on the moon once again, after a more than 50-year wait.

I was mesmerized by the moon landings as a kid, and I will continue to be mesmerized when it finally happens again, supposedly in two years.

I hope that I am well enough to enjoy something like this, so now is the time to get better.

Closer to now, I have my daughter's wedding coming up in October, which to me, is as spectacular as the Artemis project in some ways.

I am really looking forward to this occasion, and I just hope that I am well enough to fully enjoy it.

My health, the Artemis project and my daughter's wedding are linked by one thing:

The unknown.

Right now, I don't know about my health and where I stand with it;

Any project the size and scope of Artemis--where we will be going back to the moon and then Mars--always creates an unknown that we have to encounter and surmount;

And my daughter's wedding also has something of an unknown factor in it, as any wedding does.

Look, I am not linking the gravity and weight of my health or my daughter's wedding with this outer space project--

Artemis is something completely different, something that people will talk about for generations after, while my health and my daughter's wedding are just personal family footnotes--

But that unknown factor is there for the three of them--

And they are actually linked together by something else--

Hope.

Hope that they all succeed beyond our wildest dreams.

And I wish that for the brave astronauts who man the Artemis capsules, my daughter and her future husband, and for myself.

Hope leads to good things, and hope always triumphs over the unknown.

And even though I might be damaged goods, I will always have a lot of hope, that things will turn out the right way.

How can I think anything else?

Rant #3,923: The Boxer

My personal health situation remains up in the air.

I have so many medical appointments coming up that it is truly head spinning.

I am absolutely not well right now, but I guess I could be worse.

When you are healthy, relatively, your entire life, and then you get hit by everything including the kitchen sink, it kind of makes you crazy.

Today, I have to go for a PT scan, or what they call a pet scan, and that should tell me something about my lungs.

Something turned up on a catscan where I have a spot on my left lung.

It doesn't necessarily mean cancer, and a lot of people have this, I have been told, and it often comes up as not much of anything.

But I know that some people who have not smoked have gotten lung cancer--

Barry Manilow is one of these people ... comic Andy Kauffman also, and he died of lung cancer having never smoked.

So it is just another mountain I have to scale, and I am obviously hoping it is nothing.

If it is something, let's get it taken care of, so I can move on to the next mountain.

Yes, all of this is quite depressing, and right now, I don't know which way is up, to be quite frank about it.

And as I have said a million times, and probably will say a million times more, this is not what I envisioned retirement to be.

I know that I am not fully retired to begin with, but I have had a very difficult retirement, and it just seems to be getting worse and worse and worse.

My family tries to keep me strong, and it is very difficult on them.

I have a good resolve to move on and surmount these challenges, but I keep on getting hit where it hurts, and it is tough to wake up with a smile each day.

And dealing with all the doctors and their staffs is another story altogether.

(As an example, on Wednesday, I made an appointment for another catscan, and the person I made it with got the date wrong--by a full month! 

Happily, I was able to see the mistake and change the date, but I mean, c'mon now, do I speak another language than the English you supposedly know?

Complete incompetency.)

It really puts you on edge ... everything is on my head right now, and I don't really think it should be that way.

Then there are the little things, things that somehow become big when nothing else is working out right.

On Tuesday, among other things, I had to deal with my computer's printer, which was not printing anything that I put through it.

It took about an hour for it to work correctly; I tried everything to get it going--

But out of desperation, I replaced the two ink cartridges I was using, and I got it going again.

Sounds simple, but when everything else is cratering, this just adds another brick to the load.

I find that I cannot relax, that I am always in motion ...

But my energy level is not what it normally is, which makes it that much harder.

I really pushed myself on Tuesday.

Way before the printer problem, I had to go to the pharmacy; I went to the supermarket and bought another box of matzohs, since what I had ran out; I decided to go to the record store for a little while, since it was a stone's throw away from my final destination, which was the dentist, as I had an appointment for a cleaning.

I did it all, but my stamina simply isn't there, and it was all I could do to not fall asleep when the technician was cleaning my teeth.

I got home, did some work, and tried to relax ...

But then I had the printer problem, so that was a no go.

On Tuesday evening into Wednesday morning, I know that I started to talk in my sleep again, so I moved myself to the living room, where I relaxed, somewhat, and from 3 a.m. to probably about 4:30 a.m., that is where I was, so I would not wake up my wife with my chatter.

I went back into the bedroom and fell asleep, but my wife told me that I did wake her up.

The bottom line is that my quality of life right now is not that great, but I am determined to beat whatever ails me, whether it is one thing or multiple things.

Wednesday was a better day than Tuesday was, as was Thursday.

I had much more energy and I was able to do things that I wouldn't have been able to do earlier in the week.

It has given me strength, and has enabled me to feel better about myself and my situation.

I promise you that I will beat this, beat it to a pulp, and move on with my life.

It might take awhile--I am not a patient person--but I am going to beat all of this as best that I can.

I expect to look at this Rant a few years down the line and say to myself, "Remember when?"--

And shake my head that I had to go through all of this stuff, but that I was able to get through it.

I am a fighter, and I am not down for the count just yet.

Not by a long shot.

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

Rant #3,922: The End of the Road

It is finally over.

The Gilgo Beach murderer has pled guilty to committing eight murders of prostitutes over a number of years, closing a chapter on one of the most grisly murder sprees in recent memory.

I won't mention this person's name, but what he did was just beyond belief--

And he did it all supposedly under the noses of his family, and in particular, his wife.

This is truly hard to believe, but he supposedly did all of these horrid things while his family was away on vacation numerous times--

When the cat is away, the mice will play, and in this case, the rat played, acting as a normal suburban dad, but with a terrible secret--

Hiding in plain sight.

I have always thought that his wife had to have known that he was at least fooling around, and about the best you can say about her is that she simply didn't know to what extent her husband was doing what he did.

No, she evidently wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but even their daughter said she believed her father committed these heinous crimes.

The son is a special needs person, so it is difficult to say if he even comprehends any of this.

And yes, the crimes supposedly happened in a ramshackle home in Massapequa Park, my former stomping ground.

Massapequa Park has had funny and ever-changing lines over the years--it is all politics--but suffice it to say that the Massapequa Park I lived in for more than 50 years was on the clear other side of the part of town where this brute and his family lived.

But whatever the case, isn't he just so nice sparing the victims' families, and his own family, of a trial, where more grisly details would be sure to come out in the open?

Nice guy, isn't he?

Now that there will be no trial--just a sentencing for him in mid-July, certainly putting him in jail for the rest of his horrid life on the taxpayers' dime--what is next in this horrible story?

You just know that the victims' families are going to sue the murderer and his family for damages in a civil court--

I believe one has already done that.

The murderer's wife has already received $1 million for her story, and you just know that that type of money--and any further monies that she gets for her story--will be the subject of one lawsuit after another.

I think the family knows this, as they all have their own attorneys standing by if need be.

Further, I just hope that the home where all this stuff happened doesn't turn into the latest version of "The Amityville Horror" house, where the home became such a tourist attraction that it had to be torn down and streets renamed so no one could find it.

The neighbors of this family don't need that, and hopefully, people will be more civil and that won't happen like it did to the other house.

As it is, who would buy such a house to begin with?

You figure the murderer's family cannot possibly live in it anymore--

Does it have extra worth as a house of horrors?

Who knows.

But what happens next is anyone's guess.

The preponderance of evidence was against this guy from the get go, so a trial would have just put people through more pain, so I have to say that the murderer, as grisly as it seems, probably made the right decision--

For everyone.

Massapequa and Massapequa Park have such a horrid reputation as settings for some of the most notorious and infamous crimes of recent vintage--remember the "Long Island Lolita" and the Jessica Hahn travesties--that it could be a prime stop on any "true crime" road trip.

But don't blame my old neighborhood for these horrid crimes.

As usual, it is the people in these areas that do these horrid things, and who knows what spurred on the Gilgo Beach murderer to do these heinous atrocities?

And without a trial, we probably will never know--

Which is not such a bad thing.

Rant #3,921: Fly Me To the Moon

Amid the turmoil that the world is going through right now, we have a sense of wonder flying above us, as the Artemis II spacecraft navigates around the moon.

It, and its four-man crew, have ventured deeper into outer space than any human has up to this point in time.

They did exactly what they set out to do, and now they are coming home.

I was always enraptured by these space missions, from Gemini through Apollo and beyond.

My uncle was an engineer during the Gemini program, and he sent over materials to us--which are, unfortunately, long gone--about the project and its intent to lay the groundwork for the United States to eventually land on the moon.

After making incredible strides to fulfill President Kennedy's vow to land on the moon by the end of the 1960s, we did just that, but after the first one, these missions simply did not ignite too much interest, and for more than 50 years, the space program was pretty much inert or relatively inactive, although many interesting things were done in the ensuing decades, projects that have led up to the current one--

And subsequent ones that will find us landing on the moon again.

But that first moon landing ...

It was just something else.

Here is what I wrote in Rant #2,411, July 19, 2019, about that first moon landing.

"On July 20, sometime after 9 a.m. in the morning, Buzz Aldrin crawled through the command module Columbia to the lunar module Eagle, to power on the module, the capsule that would take him and Neil Armstrong to the moon's surface.

At about 1:30 p.m., the astronauts were in the Eagle module when it separated from the mother ship on its trek to the moon.

After several computer glitches, at 4:18 p.m., the phrase "The Eagle has landed" came into the lexicon, as the capsule holding Armstrong and Aldrin landed on the moon.

Much had to be done before either man could actually walk on the lunar surface, and more than six and a half hours later, the time had come.

The hatch opened. Armstrong exited, backing out of the module with Aldrin watching for any glitches. Armstrong turned on the module's TV camera, so mankind could join him in his endeavor.

At 10:56 p.m., Armstrong's feet met the moon's surface, and he uttered the immortal lines, "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."

For the next two and a half hours or so, Armstrong--joined by Aldrin on the moon at 11:11 p.m.-- collected moon rock samples, planted the American flag and a plaque commemorating this accomplishment, and simply cavorted with the majesty of where they were and what they were doing. They also took a phone call from President Richard Nixon.

By 1:11 a.m.on July 21, it was over."

Here on earth, I was fully engaged in this project.

It was as if my comic books had come alive.

I could not take my eyes away from the screen, watching Armstrong and Aldrin doing their thing on the moon.

But after a few more moon landings, it was over, and it seemed our love affair with space travel was over too.

Here is what I lamented in Rant #2,413, July 23, 2019, about the future of space travel.

"I hope that we have a chance, during the next 20 years or so, to go back to the moon in a manned expedition.

I don't think that people will galvanize around visiting that orb as we did as a civilization back in 1969, but I do believe that it will be a simply stupendous thing if we can visit the moon once again.

Perhaps it can be, literally, the jumping off point for a manned expedition to Mars, but even taken without that caveat, wouldn't it be great to have our astronauts back on the surface, doing experiments, surveying earth from that perch, and just having fun on the moon's surface ... while we all watched with utter glee?

I think it would be a great idea, something to bring all of us together as one once again.

And who would be this generation's Neil Armstrong? Would NASA stay with the status quo, or would a minority be the first one to walk on the moon, or maybe even a woman?

Who knows, and really, it doesn't matter at all."

Incredibly, we are now one step closer to visiting the moon once again.

I don't know about you, but I can't wait for that dream to become a reality.

I have heard that this will happen in two years, in 2028.

I will be 71 then, and while I was just 12 years of age in 1969 when we first did it, that sense of wonder has never left me--

And I know that when it happens, I will be just like I was back in 1969--

I will be watching it all play out on TV, every moment, every step, every nuance.

I just can't wait--

Can you?

Rant #3,920: Simply the Best

One test down, many more to go.

And this test went well, so perhaps that is a good omen.

There are many more to go, but this one is out of the way.

Onto other things...

How many people have Catchy Comedy?

It is basically a classic sitcom rerun channel, showing "The Dick Van Dyke Show" to "The Brady Bunch," and everything in between.

On Sunday nights at 7 p.m., they are doing something outside the box, but in line with the Catchy Comedy theme.

They are devoting just about an entire Sunday evening to Lucille Ball, and her vast TV legacy.

"Catchy Loves Lucy," hosted by her daughter, Lucie Arnaz, features an all-Lucy block of programming, which includes not only her sitcom legacy--"I Love Lucy," "The Lucy Show" "Here's Lucy" and even "Life With Lucy"--but also commercials, radio spots, home movies and TV specials starring the comedienne.

Each week has a different theme, often highlighting her co-stars, including Vivian Vance and Gale Gordon.

All of it is tied together by short anecdotes by her daughter.

There is really a treasure trove of stuff here, from the classic sitcom episodes to long forgotten TV specials.

Lucy continues to be the "grand dame" of American television even years after her passing, and from the 1950s to the early 1990s, she was probably the most ubiquitous person on TV, appearing in every TV format possible.

Sure, some of it is cringe-worthy, some of it is dated, but let me tell you, a lot of it is really funny even decades after the fact.

Today's comedy simply cannot hold a candle to what Lucy and her writers brought to the airwaves, and this series demonstrates that loud and clear, in black and white and in color.

If you have a chance, I would highly recommend tuning into this series.

It shows Lucille Ball at her best, at her worst, and somewhere in between ...

And demonstrates that there has never been anyone like Lucy, and there will never be another Lucy in our lifetimes or anyone's lifetime.

"I Love Lucy" ... forever.

Rant #3,919: Hope Springs Eternal

A new week unfolds ...

And it is the same old, same old for me.

More visits to doctors related to my health problems ...

And more work to do.

It is only Monday, and I hope that i get through it all.

I hope your holidays were good ones.

Me, I continue to eat my Passover matzoh, and the other day, I had a piece of that chocolate matzoh I finally was able to find.

It was actually dark chocolate matzoh, and I put it in the freezer for the day before I had a little bit of it--

And it was just so good ...

So good, in fact, that i fell asleep after eating it.

I will hold off eating it again until near the end of Passover, but I have to tell you, it was just so good, maybe the best I ever had.

Otherwise, I watched some baseball, and the Yankees are doing well. They lost yesterday, but they are generally playing good baseball.

For the first time in their history, they have three Jewish players on the active roster--Max Fried, Paul Goldschmidt and Jake Bird--

So i don't know if that is the reason they are playing well, but it is nice to think that.

I got back to digitizing some of my records, a fun thing that I haven't been doing too much of lately.

I also finally had a chance to sit on our terrace and take in some of the spring air.

It was the first time that I had a chance to do this, and it was pretty nice.

I still cannot believe that we are the only people in this development that have a terrace, but it is true, so why not use it when the weather is right?

Otherwise, this past weekend wasn't much of anything, just another spring weekend leading up to another busy week.

Every day puts me one step closer to my next visit to the doctor, my next procedure, and my next worry.

But I can't look at it like that. 

I have to think that every day puts me one step closer to me being healthy.

That is my top priority now.

If I have my health, everything else will fall into place, so it is an imperative that I get better.

Like they say,

"Hope springs eternal."

And I do have a lot of hope.