Showing posts with label Manhattan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manhattan. Show all posts

Freakin' Friday Fotos....

Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Friday, March 06, 2009 20 Of Your Sparks

First off, if you really want to know about the new U2 album, No Lines On The Horizon, you must check out the awesome review being done (in multiple parts) over at STARRLIGHT'S "Here Comes A Storm In The Form Of A Girl" (and people say my blog name is long! hehe. She is doing one bang up job!.


So, I promised to participate in Roger's Photo Contest more and today I shall...at the same time many of my friends play along with this "Looking At The Sky On Friday" thingy that Crazy Working Mom hosts, and I had a shot I took a few weeks ago, so I thought I would show you that also...

So I decided HECK-A-DOODLE!, let's just do Freakin Friday Fotos! (Maybe I need to do some sort of graphic for this, but HECK-A-DOODLE! I just did not have time today...)

Click on the graphics to get over to the sites and see what others are doing...(and click on the photos to see them larger...)


First off...Sky shot, taken a few Sunday's ago. It had poured all morning and I had to go out to the store for something or other and when I went in, it was still raining...by the time I came out, the sun was beginning to shine and this is what the sky looked like...right off the cell camera...



Then for Roger's, I had this shot of Manhattan, taken from the Observation Tower of one of the truly wondrous buildings that no longer exist in my home city...Looking up the East River, that is the Queensboro Bridge, also known as the 59th Street Bridge, sung about by Simon & Garfunkel...

I toyed with the colorization a tad to give it more of an artsy feel...hope you likey...



And, of course, I could only play
one song with that...

ENJOY...



Have a most wonderful weekend.

Be back on Monday with another Tuneage Tutelage - New Music Monday!

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Monday November 27, 2006

Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Sunday, November 26, 2006 25 Of Your Sparks

"BOY FROM NEW YORK CITY"
This is the first installment of what we have decided to call...
MONDAY MATINEE ON THE COUCH


To quote from the Grateful Dead's song Truckin'...

"WHAT A LONG STRANGE TRIP IT'S BEEN..."


Boy From New York City
By Manhattan Transfer
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After graduating college, it was back to mom and dad's for a couple of years to get some dough together. Hey our first job paid a whopping $7,500.00 a year.

Then about a year later we got offered a job with a huge salary... never would we have to worry about money again...$11,000.00!

That was when it was decided that a move into Manhattan with a commuter friend of mine, Frank was in order. We had a loft on 22nd Street in between 1st and 2nd avenues. Great location, 10 blocks from my office, so within walking distance.

We flipped a coin and THE COUCH won, getting the bedroom downstairs and Frank had the loft. It had 2 bathrooms a nice size living room and a good kitchen for me to cook in.

In both the living room and bedroom were sliding glass doors onto an iron balcony that was about 2 feet wide, but HEY, you could stand outside!

The building had an interesting mix of occupants. On the first floor was an apartment with 5 flight attendants (they were stewardesses back then).

On our floor, we had a pimp who lived there with one of his ladies, two drug dealers and a "Call Girl." She lived next door.

She had an apartment where she worked from on Sutton Place. This apartment was her home, and she never did business there.

THE COUCH NOTE: Sutton Place in Manhattan was a very upscale street with million dollar townhomes, even back then.

We actually became friends with her and would have her over for dinner on those nights she was not working. Nothing ever happened...she was actually very educated and a great person.

In our building was an upscale health club that had a sun area below us. We lived on the top floor...floor six.

Out our balcony we looked upon a 20 story apartment building. It was probably 40 yards away. One weekend, one of my HS buddies was in the city to go out and hit the clubs with me.

Sunday morning THE COUCH woke up and walked into the living room to find him sitting on the couch staring out the glass doors.

Asking what he was looking at, he turned with this huge smile on his face. "Your neighbor across the way is cleaning her apartment and she is stark naked."

"Has she seen you?" we asked. "Absolutely, she was not naked at first and she looked across and waved and then went out of sight and came back naked" was his reply.

As he said that, she reappeared. AND WAVED AGAIN...
This became a routine for her each Saturday. One Saturday, well let's just say we did not let her clean alone...

And one New Year's Eve she and her roommate were having a party and so were we, and we waved and they came over for a drink at one point...we never talked again...but Saturdays...ahhh Saturdays!

There was another weekend..that sticks in my mind. It was mid day and there was a bang at the door.

Being the only one home THE COUCH got up from watching a Yankee game on TV and looked through the peep hole. Not seeing anything we opened the door. There on the ground was a woman, who was obviously drunk.

We looked down the hall and it was empty. At that moment the door at the other end of the floor opens and here comes Roger (the pimp - who was always pleasant and always said hello).

He stops in his tracks and say "Having a problem there Vinny?" "Not me man, she was here when I opened the door." He kneels down and says "Ah, I saw her, she is from down the hall, she came in for the weekend from Toronto and is at Steves" (a guy who lived on our floor, who I really did not know). "Well what do we do?" was my question.

At that point Roger notices a wad of bills in her bra, removes them and hands me $100.00 and says "Go back inside, I will deal with it." and proceeds to lift her to take her back to the other apartment.

Cue music... da da da dum dum the stores...da da da dum dum times square...da da da dum dum (hello) city life...

We began dating a woman at work - she was actually married, though separated. But then we also started dating one of the flight attendants.

Frank's dad got sick at one point and they brought him into NYC to a hospital a few blocks from us. This meant that his mom moved in with us for over two months.

This put some pressure on our relationship and when his dad was released from the hospital Frank moved out and one of my fraternity brothers moved in.

Around this time, we also changed jobs and the "affair" with the married lady ended.

The relationship with the flight attendant also ended and she started dating my new roommate. It was a tad awkward at first, but they were happy and there was another woman in our life, another woman going through a divorce and who we worked with. This got serious and at a point, she moved in.

And then the flight attendant moved in also. The four of us living together.. sort of cozy wouldn't you say!

Now, none of them could cook a lick, so that was my responsibility. One night it was late when THE COUCH arrived home from work, and when we walked in the three of them were smiling like cheshire cats. "We have dinner all ready, we wanted to surprise you, it just needs to be cooked."

Well this was a welcome thing, as the day had taken a lot out of us. So, walking into the kitchen something looks odd. They had "prepared" chicken parmigiana.

Only problem is they had layered raw chicken and covered it with cheese and gravy!

We ate very late that night as we had to take it all apart, clean the chicken and then start from scratch. It was the last time any of them were allowed in the kitchen except to clean up!

These were happy times.. but they would not last....

More to come...

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


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


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

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BOY FROM NEW YORK CITY: Composers: George Davis & John Taylor

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