Friday, December 8, 2006

Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Thursday, December 07, 2006 19 Of Your Sparks

THE COUCH was trying to figure out what to write about for Friday. And my brain just was not cooperating.

As we moved around the Bloggosphere we noticed on one of my stops a posting from months ago...properly marked.

That prompted me to say... hummmmmmm


Looking around to see where the sound was coming from and realized we were alone was embarassing, but no one knows but me.

There are many new visitors here now, so
THE COUCH decided to take a search through some of our early posts and bring out an oldie, but one we particularly enjoyed writing...

We don't go political often.. but we did for this...


Hope you don't mind...especially those who already sat on
THE COUCH for this one previously...(thanks for the idea Bud!)
Back then THE COUCH put the title in the Blogger Title Area and was not adding music, so...

We present from June 22, 2006 ..................

THE RISE & FALL OF FEMA

Now, it doesn't take much for me to become upset...but it takes a lot to make me burn with disgust...

FEMA handed out credit cards to those poor people who were impacted by Hurricanes Katrina & Rita. These cards were earmarked for housing and other necessities. Millions sent in aid and went to help to ease the suffering of these people. Billions of dollars were pledged to bring assistance and to help with the rebuilding.
  • an all-inclusive, one-week Caribbean vacation in the Punta Cana resort in the Dominican Republic.
  • five season tickets to New Orleans Saints professional football games.
  • adult erotica products in Houston and "Girls Gone Wild" videos in Santa Monica, Calif.
  • Dom Perignon champagne and other alcoholic beverages in San Antonio.
  • a divorce lawyer's services in Houston
These are just some of the items a Congressional audit revealed were bought with the credit cards. As a matter of fact, $1.4 billion on items that were not classified as housing or necessities.

In another instance, FEMA paid an individual $2,358 in rental assistance, while at the same time paying about $8,000 for the same person to stay 70 nights at more than $100 per night in a Hawaii hotel. A hotel in Hawaii???

FEMA also could not establish that 750 debit cards worth $1.5 million even went to Katrina victims, the auditors said. This one really ticks me off.


"Our forensic audit and investigative work showed that improper and potentially fraudulent payments occurred mainly because FEMA did not validate the identity of the registrant, the physical location of the damaged address, and ownership and occupancy of all registrants at the time of registration," GAO officials said.

FEMA paid millions of dollars to more than 1,000 registrants who used names and Social Security numbers belonging to state and federal prisoners for expedited housing assistance. The inmates were in Louisiana, Texas, Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia and Florida.

FEMA made about $5.3 million in payments to registrants who provided a post office box as their damaged residence, including one who got $2,748 for listing an Alabama post office box as the damaged property.

One person used 13 different Social Security numbers (including their own) to collect over $139,000 in payments and all the checks went to ONE ADDRESS. Who the hell is watching the cash register here folks?

Another classless dreg used a damaged property address located in a New Orleans cemetery. This person has never lived in New Orleans and FEMA sent the check to their West Virginia address..the address they had been living at for the past five years.

FEMA, of course, is saying these figures and information are not accurate. They say they have identified 1,500 cases of potential fraud, estimated at $16.5 million. The GAO says it is 95% confident those figures are closer to $600 million to $1.4 billion.

What I say is that every single one of these people needs to be hunted down and found. When we do find them, they need to have their bank accounts emptied of every penny. Then they need to be placed on work details and sent into the hurricane ravaged area and work to make up for all the money they embezzled. $20.00/hour, until you repay every single penny of the money you stole from us all. I totally agree with Representative Michael McCaul, who is chair of the House Homeland Securities investigations subcommittee who stated "This is an insult to the victims of Katrina."

The real tragedy here is what has happened to an organization that was truly on it's way to being a shining star in our government. FEMA was born in 1979 as a result of combining a number of agencies that had been functioning independently and without coordination to protect the country in times of natural disasters and nuclear holocaust. In the early years FEMA grew and things fell into place as it developed responses to large-scale disasters and setting in place "continuity of government" contingencies.

Many local town, city and state governments began following their example, converting their civil defense programs to disaster programs and setting up programs to conserve resources by producing plans that were meant to cover many different types of situations.

In 1993, President Clinton named James Lee Witt as head of FEMA, responding to the devastation of Hurricane Andrew in Florida. Witt was the first real professional emergency manager to run the agency and he was determined to run the organization like a well-oiled machine. Witt reoriented FEMA from civil defense preparations to a focus on natural disaster preparedness and disaster mitigation. In an effort to reduce the repeated loss of property and lives every time a disaster struck, he started a disaster mitigation effort called "Project Impact." FEMA was elevated to a Cabinet-level agency, in recognition of its important responsibilities coordinating efforts across departmental and governmental lines.

Witt fought for more and more government funding, and did wonders with the $20 million they were receiving at it's height. One of the best examples of the impact the program had was in protecting people at the time of the Nisqually earthquake on Feb. 28, 2001 in the Seattle, Washington area. Homes had been retrofitted for earthquakes and schools were protected from high-impact structural hazards. Those involved with "Project Impact" thought it ironic that the day of that quake was also the day that the then-new President, George W. Bush, chose to announce that "Project Impact" would be discontinued.

The management team at FEMA was replaced by cronies...people with little or no disaster response background. Joe Allbaugh was named the head of FEMA. His credentials? Well he was G.W. Bush's Chief of Staff when he was Governor of Texas and his national campaign manager during the 2000 elections...OH YEAH baby! Just the right credentials to run an agency like FEMA. Allbaugh immediately downsized the agency and shifted the focus from disaster response to terrorism response. Projects were abandoned and the agency seems to have become a good resting place for those owed favors by the administration. Upon leaving FEMA in 2002 Allbaugh formed a company called New Bridge Strategies, a consulting firm advising companies looking for reconstruction contracts in Iraq, AFTER the upcoming invasion occurred!

His first hire at FEMA? His long-time friend, Michael Brown as general council...yes, THAT Michael Brown. The man in charge of FEMA when Katrina hit.

Now, FEMA is being absorbed by the Department of Homeland Security and is losing all of it's abilities to make a contribution in the event of another disaster.

Makes you feel nice and safe, doesn't it kids?!?!?!?

I am still calling on all of you to help stop Malaria in Africa: - SEND YOUR $10.00
As a sports nut, nets means so many things.. in this case, it means LIFE.
If enough people do this, we can wipe malaria off the map. What does $10 do? It buys special netting to be used over the beds of children. Nets coated with insecticide costs between $4 and $6, so with shipping, you get to $10.
I know, you are saying..sure I send in $10 and $9 goes to administration costs and $1 to a net. WRONG!
Seems Ted Turner donated $1 BILLION to create the U.N. Foundation, which covers all overhead. Andrea Gay, the U.N. Foundations Director of Children's Health says "every cent goes to buy nets."

To use some of Rick Reilly's column in Sports Illustrated: "If you are a coach. parent. player, gym teacher or even just a fan who likes watching balls fly into nets, send $20. You saved a life, take the rest of the day off.
You ever have a net in your driveway, front lawn or on your head at McDonald's, send $20. You ever imagined Angelina Jolie in fishnets, send $20."

The address is: UNFoundation.org/malaria. Then just look for the big SI's Nothing But Net logo (or call 202.887.9040) and donate $20.

Keep that spark of insanity kids...It helps keep you an individual.

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St. J - P.B.U.A.B.W.A.B


Thanks for sitting on THE COUCH, hope you enjoyed your stay.



Remember .. Nets For Malaria - UNFoundation.org/malaria - find the big SI's Nothing But Net logo ... Or call 202.887.9040. Every cent goes to buying nets to place over the beds of children in Africa to stomp out Malaria. PLEASE HELP.

Keep that spark of insanity kids...It helps keep you an individual.

Thursday Thirteen #5 - December 7, 2006

Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Wednesday, December 06, 2006 48 Of Your Sparks


TIME IN A BOTTLE

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By Jim Croce
BestAudioCodes.com



Chronologically – As best as I can remember


1) AGE: about two years old: Living in Da’ Bronx. It was late at night and I wanted a bottle. My crib was in the same room as mom and dad. Mom brought me my bottle and brought dad a glass of OJ. Dad tried to drink it lying down and it spilled all over! Confirmed by mom that this happened- my earliest memory.

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2) AGE: Same time frame: Our neighbors across the hall were an older Italian couple…Freida and Emerico. They put up gates so that I could only get into the kitchen in their house. I have a vivid memory of sitting at the kitchen table with Frieda one day drinking espresso with just a dab of Annisette in it. I know we did this more then once, but that one day is there.

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3) AGE: 7 or so: At Aunt Adele and Uncle Sam's house. Their kitchen has a door to the backyard. When you open the door, you make an immediate right to go down the stairs…Cousin Denise (YES YOU! Love you.) goes running out the door trying to get outside without me following. I barrel after her and …ummm never make the right turn and go through the railing falling the 10 feet to the ground. I think I might have passed out...thank goodness for rock-hard Abrubzian/Sicilian skull.

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4) AGE: 10 or so: Mentioned this before, but it is the Saturday morning when all the kids who lived in the homes around us ended up outside riding our bikes in our p.j.'s, on the street so early, none of the parents were even awake…a feel good memory of times gone by.

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5) AGE: 15: My first funeral for a friend. Keith Miller was two years older then I was, but we hung out a lot.

He was an athlete, good looking … a guy’s guy and a ladies man (yes even at 17!). Keith was the guy I wanted to be when I was his age.

Star of the HS Baseball team…dating the hottest girl in town.

Well, one day on their way back from the Hamptons, something happened (was he breaking up with her and she became enraged and grabbed the wheel; was he drunk; were they just having an argument and he lost control…all three of these are things that were whispered)…anyway they hit a telephone pole and it collapsed onto the driver’s side of the car crushing him. All the kids, mingling around the funeral home.. No one knowing what to say...

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6) AGE: 18: Pulling into the campus of RIT (Rochester Institute of Technology) my first day with mom and dad. (Unlike today, we did not do college tours...this was the first time I saw campus).

Meeting my roommate, ditching mom and dad and ending up walking into the campus radio stationWITR and saying “I want to be on air.” I was the next day! Someone walked into the booth during the show and an “F” Bomb went over the air…and my last song of the day was Janis “Ball & Chain” live where she drops the “F” bomb…Ah hell- college radio! I stayed on the air for the entire four years doing my last broadcast for them on the day before I left campus.

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7) AGE: 23: At work and get a call from a salesman asking if I would like to join him for the sixth game of the WORLD SERIES… well of course I would. We sat along the first base line in short right field and watched as Reggie Jackson hit three home runs off of the first pitch from three different pitchers that evening.

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8) AGE: 25: A bit shy of two years later, sitting in seats at Yankee Stadium not too far from those mentioned above as we honored the memory of Thurman Munson the day after his death. A 10-minute standing ovation took the place of the requested moment of silence and when it was over my shirt was drenched with tears.

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9) AGE: 29: Visiting my two best friends (who also happened to be married)…they drag me to a friend of theirs. It ends up that I am the 7th wheel! I can be a crank (OH SHOCK!!THE SHAME!), and was very much one that day, impressing the homeowners and another couple who was there. I came away from the day remembering she was blonde and cute. We had our first date 5 months later. We were engaged 3 months after that.

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10) AGE: 30: 9 months later my wedding day. Allyson looked incredible that day. Then we got to the reception and the band was not there. This was my part of the wedding. I am upset (OH SHOCK!!THE HORROR!) and going outside to get their number from my wallet in the car. Push open the two doors to the front of the hall and yell "MotherF***er!!!" ....right into the faces of my godmother, my great aunt and another aunt! errrrrrrrrrrrrr (The band showed up 5 minutes later, they got an earful then rocked the house! The wedding was talked about for years...).

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11) AGE 33: I am awaken to be told the water had broke. To the hospital...I can be single-minded (OH SHOCK!!THE HUMANITY!) and it was in my mind that the baby would be born that day. When it got close to 11:30, I was now a bit freaked..me freaked with all that Allyson was going through! HA! Matthew V. M. arrived at 11:36pm...just as I knew he would!

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12) AGE: 48: Move into the first home I ever owned (don't ask..). When we walked in, as we were looking, the house just said welcome...the previous owners were big baseball people in town years before...there were flowers all over the property...perfect. And we moved Allyson's mom in with us.

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13) AGE: 50: Sitting in the baseball stadium on the campus of University Of Pennsylvania, watching as Matt is introduced as one of the 24 players selected by the HS coaches to represent Mercer County at the Carpenter Cup, an baseball allstar tournment comprised of teams in the Philadelphia Tri-State Area. You can read more about it: HERE
Matt split two game with another catcher. They caught the same group of pitchers. They were both allowed to call the pitches.

They lost both games giving up 13 runs in the process. Matt was not behind the plate catching for any of those runs.

In his 9-innings catching , the two teams they played did not score. he went 0-4 at the plate, but his skill of handling pitchers he had only competed against, was evident.

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St. J - P.B.U.A.B.W.A.B


Thanks for sitting on THE COUCH, hope you enjoyed your stay.



Remember .. Nets For Malaria - UNFoundation.org/malaria - find the big SI's Nothing But Net logo ... Or call 202.887.9040. Every cent goes to buying nets to place over the beds of children in Africa to stomp out Malaria. PLEASE HELP.

Keep that spark of insanity kids...It helps keep you an individual.

SONG INDEX: Source: allmusic.com



Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Tuesday, December 05, 2006 34 Of Your Sparks




BAND: Widespread Panic
SONG: Pigeon
BAND: Bell, Hermann, Nance, Ortiz, Schools (Hauser on this cut)
ALBUM: Widespread Panic (self titled)

Please Take A Seat
And Get Ready To Play...
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY
NAME THAT TUNE

To refresh the rules, we are looking for:
  1. Name Of The Band
  2. Name Of The Song
  3. Name The Members Of The Band
  4. Name The Album (First Album It Appeared On)
First Correct Answer Gets Their Name In Lights.
(Put up normally & when I get home, in lights )

Second & Third Answers Also Get Recognition.

Leave Your Answers In The Comments Section




St. J - P.B.U.A.B.W.A.B


Thanks for sitting on THE COUCH, hope you enjoyed your stay.



Remember .. Nets For Malaria - UNFoundation.org/malaria - find the big SI's Nothing But Net logo ... Or call 202.887.9040. Every cent goes to buying nets to place over the beds of children in Africa to stomp out Malaria. PLEASE HELP.

Keep that spark of insanity kids...It helps keep you an individual.

SONG INDEX: Source: allmusic.com
PIGEON: Composer: Widespread Panic




Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Monday, December 04, 2006 28 Of Your Sparks

"WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU"

I need to give a shout-outs to a few people today before we discuss the tagging...

Dr. Blogstein had the best video parody yesterday..even though I was sick, it made me laugh and laugh and laugh...you MUST check it out HERE.
I am not kidding when I say this is the funniest place I have found...

If you have not read the funny story about Sueann's Office Christmas party, you must check it out HERE.

Many of you read the great site MIMI WRITES...but have you found one of her other sites...Dating Profile Of The Day? Check it out HERE.
This is where Mimi exposes the ridiculous opening lines used by those reaching out across cyberspace for a romantic connection. Each Saturday she also runs the Saturday Comeback Challenge where you, fine reader, get to respond to some of these looney lines.

THE COUCH NOTE: ALL my female readers, please visit MIMI today at the link above for MIMI WRITES...her posting is a must read for all women!




What I Like About You
By The Romantics
BestAudioCodes.com


Well we got tagged again, so thanks to Diana....

Five Snacks I Enjoy:

  1. Chocolate Chip Cookies
  2. Popcorn
  3. Peanut Brittle
  4. Hershey's with almonds
  5. rocky road ice cream

Five bands/artists that I know the lyrics of MOST of their songs:

  1. Allman Brothers
  2. Grateful Dead
  3. Hot Tuna
  4. Pink Floyd
  5. Beatles

Five things I would do with $100,000,000:

  1. Pay off the mortgages of parents all sibling and inlaw homes
  2. Pay for college educations for all neices and nephews
  3. 20% to charity...
    1. Rebuild baseball fields ruined by Katrina and Rita
    2. Women's shelters
    3. Aids related charities
    4. Lymphoma Research
  4. Throw a big party for firends and family with special musical guests (I have actualy thought this one out!)
  5. Travel and continue charitable works

Five locations I’d like to run away to:

  1. Italy
  2. Australia
  3. Fiji
  4. anywhere warm
  5. see above

Five things I like doing:

  1. Cooking
  2. Introducing people to new music
  3. Watching Babseball (NY Yankees)
  4. Writing
  5. Swimming in the ocean

Five things I wish I could wear:

  1. Hats other than baseball caps
  2. Something to hide my gut
  3. I think I can wear almost anything else!

Five TV shows I like:

  1. Criminal Minds
  2. Num3ers
  3. 24
  4. Lost
  5. Sopranos

Five Movies:

  1. Animal House - you saw that coming
  2. Caddy shack
  3. Bull Durham
  4. Mr. Sardonicus
  5. Halloween

Five famous people I’d like to meet:

Alive

  1. Chuck Berry
  2. Derek Jeter
  3. Stephen King
  4. Robin Williams
  5. Rudy Guilliani

Dead

  1. Mickey Mantle
  2. Jerry Garcia
  3. Duane Allman
  4. Winston Churchill
  5. John Lennon

Five biggest joys at the moment:

  1. Matt
  2. My family
  3. My friends
  4. My writing
  5. My work

Five favorite toys:

  1. TiVo
  2. My stereo
  3. My pots and pans (I love to cook - it is a game)
  4. Cell
  5. gee.. I guess I am not as much a toy guy as I thought

So, I'm going to tag - I have been tagging alot.. so letting this one go

Remember to bring your musical knowledge tomorrow as we revisit
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY NAME THAT TUNE!


St. J - P.B.U.A.B.W.A.B


Thanks for sitting on THE COUCH, hope you enjoyed your stay.



Remember .. Nets For Malaria - UNFoundation.org/malaria - find the big SI's Nothing But Net logo ... Or call 202.887.9040. Every cent goes to buying nets to place over the beds of children in Africa to stomp out Malaria. PLEASE HELP.

Keep that spark of insanity kids...It helps keep you an individual.

SONG INDEX: Source: allmusic.com

Monday, December 4, 2006

Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Sunday, December 03, 2006 27 Of Your Sparks





When we last left our intrepid New Yorker, THE COUCH, he was living with his girlfriend , his second roommate, and his roommate’s girlfriend in the bedroom plus loft on 22nd Street in Manhattan.
At this time, he was working on 6th Avenue and 56th Street in a big time advertising agency, running the Print Production department. It was a wild place to work in those days.

His boss was a workaho
lic/alcoholic who engulfed all around him to partake as he did.

THE COUCH
, was one of those swept up in this whirlwind of creativity, debauchery and fogginess. Many work days began at 10:00 am or so. Upon arrival at work, he would go through all of the jobs that had been produced by his vendors during the evening hours…
THE COUCH NOTE: To try and explain better what our young hero actually did in the advertising agency, we will take a short journey away from our story for a bit.

The clients needed advertising (DOH), and this agency did TV, radio and print ads (ya know newspaper and magazine ads).


Well the creative department (art director and copywriting team) would develop an ad. The media people would decide where these ads would run.


Our young, struggling production hero would then have to figure out how many sizes of the ad were needed to fit all the publications (sometimes you could use the same size for multiple books), get the typography set (at that time done outside by a Type Shop) and then have the film (not film like a camera uses, but negative film- one for each of the four printing colors – black, cyan, magenta and yellow) produced by a “color separation house”


OK, how many of you have fallen off THE COUCH, your head about to explode?

Cutting to the chase (
what the hell does that mean anyway???) our hero had to spec the type (decide what sizes were needed, what line lengths etc...) then color approve the proofs made from the film before it went to the publication…
NOW ---BACK TO OUR STORY…

So, when we arrive at work, go through the proofs, mark them up for color correction and then route them through the agency by a “traffic” person, getting comments and approvals from the other departments.


Then work on calling the publications, getting extensions where needed and other various mundane chores…except for some display items, print production does not have much creative input in the general agency setting.

At around 2:00 pm, a number of people would go out to lunch… Now lunch then included drinks…plural…times 4 …


Back to work around 4:30 or so, and at this time the salesman that
THE COUCH, dealt with would begin wandering in to pick up their shop’s workload for the evening. On any given day, that would mean 4 – 7 sales people.

As each of these people walked in they would stop at the soda machine right inside the door to our floor. They would insert a quarter and press one of the two buttons that had no markings on them. Out would slide a can of beer…and then another. One for themselves and the other for our young professional.

As they walked into his office, they place a can in front of him and pop open theirs.
THE COUCH, would slide open his bottom drawer and slide out the bottle of Jack Daniels and the cups he kept there.

Over the next 3 hours, work would get done, jokes would be told, competing sales people would bust each others chops…but always the work got done...well.


Sometime after 8 pm or so, all the sales people gone, it was time to move back across the street where our boss, and other members of his “group” had dinner and drank until midnight or so…then find a limo that was waiting for it’s evening fare to get done with dinner, slip the driver a ten dollar bill and get driven home.


This happened, for some, five nights a week...
THE COUCH was there many nights in the beginning, but it changed later on...but we got the work done and we did it well.

We were voted the “Hot Shop” by Ad Age that year!

THE COUCH, also began a softball team at the agency and found a field for us to play on underneath the 59th Street Bridge (yup just like the song) on the Manhattan side. Every Monday, we would leave early and all walk across town to the field and play a team on our schedule. We were the envy of the advertising softball league because most teams needed to go way uptown to Randall’s Island to play.

After the game, off to one of the joints along First Avenue for dinner and beers.


Well,
THE COUCH developed an alter-ego named Babe Stengle who did a weekly report on the games. Only a few people knew who The Babe was at first.

At the end of the season, we held a banquet where The Babe gave out awards. Our yo
ung coach had a cool rubber mask, added stuffing to his clothes and gloves and a wig TO COMPLETE THE ILLUSION.

Well, the drinks flowed pretty well that night and at about 11:30,
THE COUCH, feeling no pain, went back across the street to get some things he had forgotten.

In the studio (where the creative assistants sat) were the two big bosses bent over a table looking at mock-ups for a pitch the next morning to a large camera company..


THE COUCH
, moves between them and slobbers “Tha’s da wrong type font” and then staggers away.

Because of the big presentation we were in at 9 the next morning. A few minutes after sitting at my desk, wondering where those last few brain cells had gone, when one of the two bosses sticks his head in, looks me in the eye and says:


“DON'T ever come back to the office like that again…and you were correct, it was the wrong font…thanks.”


And walks out. Side note—they never got the account.

Another time, we were out with one of the brighter traffic people with me on a press approval (where you go to the printer and approve the color of the job while it is printing). This was for signage for a large fast food chain.

It was in the morning and we were done about 11. We got in a cab from downtown Manhattan and gave the driver an address on the east side of town in the 40’s. “Where are we going?”,
THE COUCH was asked. “It is almost lunch time.”, was the reply.

When we got to the restaurant, my “protégée” went to the door and turned and said “Not open yet.”


THE COUCH
, grinned that grin and walked to the door and knocked. The woman who owned the place broke into a smile and said “WELCOME, and who is your friend?”

After introductions, we went to the bar and she poured us a drink and my friend turned to me and said “So, this is how production people live...I want to do this!”


Over the next year or so, we worked together often and he eventually became head of production for the NY office of one of the largest agencies in the world!

Eventually, we left the job at the agency and went into print sales.
We mentioned the woman we were living with, well she worked at the agency also, and when we started dating, she was not real happy with my schedule, and as I mentioned above, the schedule did slow down, going home more nights then going out....

We would leave together in the morning and just be friendly on the bus to the office, as other employees took that bus often.


At night, she would normally leave before me and the nights when we did not get sucked into the void of the evening, would make my way home soon after.


Now, as we said…all things at home were going pretty well. She was not always happy with the over-indulgence of
THE COUCH'S life style, and looking back, we are surprised she lasted as long as she did.

A case in point…The night we were to go to her sister’s birthday dinner and she had to come across the street to drag us out of the bar, stinking drunk. It ruined the evening for her sister, her and all concerned. This is one incident
THE COUCH, highly regrets.
There was some great times also…Our friends were getting married up in the Thousand Islands in NY, just across from Canada.

We drove up with my best friend and his wife. It was a fun week, with many fraternity brothers around and great weather.


The night before the wedding,
THE COUCH, walked into the gift shop at the resort and spotted a beautiful ring with a Sapphire stone (her favorite gem).

And they were engaged.

We rented speedboats that week and went barreling along the St. Lawrence Seaway. We visited Heart Island. A small island with where Boldt Castle can be found.

Originally designed to be a monument for his wife Louisa, George C. Boldt cancelled construction 4 years after beginning, when his love died suddenly.

Please go HERE to learn more about this tragic story and the history of the island.

The wedding was a blast and
THE COUCH was a secondary official photographer and took some great pictures that the bride and groom used in their albums.

Back in the real world again, work consumed both she and THE COUCH. They began planning their wedding (which they were to pay for), and their life together.

Then word came that roommate and his girlfriend were also getting married. Everyone was happy.


One day roommate comes to
THE COUCH and says “My fiancés parents are coming to NY to help us plan the wedding; they will be here for 3 weeks.”

THE COUCH
had immediate flashbacks to the time with his first roommate’s mother being there and now, it would be even more crowded. The four roommates and the parents staying in the living room!

This can not happen, roommate was told. They have to go to a hotel. Two or three nights, ok…3 weeks, no way.


It was near Christmas and
THE COUCH was out at a big supplier party when he got a page from home. Calling home to find out that parents are at the apartment with baggage and are unpacking as we speak!

Our drunken party-goer dashes home to confront roommate and a battle ensues. Roommate and
THE COUCH do not talk for a few years, but eventually bury the hatchets and are great friends once again.
This incident caused all concerned to decide to move out of the apartment…and she and THE COUCH end up moving in THE COUCH'S parent’s home.

Mom & Dad
are living in NYC 5 days a week, so it is not too bad.


Unfortunately, things do not work out and the relationship ends… semi-badly.


A fore-telling of the ruin of this relationship was the burning down of the hall they had selected for their marriage…


There are a few attempts at reconciliation,
something always causes it not to happen and they go their separate ways.

Many years later
THE COUCH does a Google and finds out that she now lives with someone "down-under" and through a few emails finds she and her daughter are wonderful and happy.
Now single, THE COUCH experiences the dating scene for the first time in a number of years….
WHAT WILL THE COUCH FIND...?
(A few loose springs?)
WILL THERE BE LURID DATING TALES...?
(My mom reads this!)

WHAT MYSTERIES LURK AROUND THE CORNER...?
(You buying any of this yet?)
WILL WE EVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOOSE...?
(Wait…wrong story…)


FIND OUT NEXT WEEK WHEN WE ONCE AGAIN PRESENT...

THE MONDAY MATINEE ON THE COUCH

FEATURING:
PT. 3 - THE SAGA CONCLUDES...
The line between fact and fiction is often blurred by the tale and how it is spun...



St. J - P.B.U.A.B.W.A.B


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