I was going through old compact discs tonight and found a cache of paintings that have long since passed to others. This one struck a nerve – old friends, good times. And a looser style. Continue reading »
He has every right to say what he wants, to salute or not our flag, to stand or to disrespect our anthem.
I have every right to call him out on hypocrisy.
I identify with my Irish roots. I identify with my English roots, my German roots, my Viking roots. I am proud of my heritage. I am also proud that I was born in Levittown, PA, USA – I am a US citizen. I salute the flag. I cross my heart and stand and remove my hat at the national anthem. I am not always proud of what my country has done. I am ashamed, often. I speak out. I am vocal. That flag, and the Constitution, and the Declaration of Independence, and the anthem reinforce the ideal that I enjoy free speech to speak my political mind.
We are a diverse country. I am not a blind patriot. But it is pure disrespect to diss the flag and the Constitution that give us the right to speak our minds. Do not trample the flag, do not disrespect this country when you have an open forum to fight for what is right!
When you are raised in white privilege and earn millions of dollars a year, do not tell me you are oppressed. Stand up and actually fight for the oppressed. And be thankful that the flag is flying proudly, allowing you that privilege.
Gil Bears was a neighborhood tavern in Millville, NJ. Gil was bartender at Larry’s Bar back in the day. The story goes, Gil ran numbers. Gil finally stockpiled enough cash to buy his own liquor license – I think it was $5,000 at the time. He converted the first floor of his house into a bar. Continue reading »
No. I didn’t design this. But I did do most of the printing.
After a two-month hiatus, I began a new job two weeks ago. A real day job. After two and a half years working hoot owl, I had to force a change. I worked at a big box retailer. I am not going to talk shit about them, because they were there when I needed them. The paycheck paid the bills. ALL of my bills. The child support situation and ugly divorce that haunted me is now closed. Settled. I no longer have to be subject to dehumanizing hours. Continue reading »
I sold a couple paintings two weeks ago. The cash came in handy during a two month respite from the daily ordeal of gainful employment. Working night-shift for two and a half years finally took its toll – on my mental health and my physical health. I had an upper respiratory issue for well over eight months that is only now receding. Continue reading »
I am sometimes remiss in updating the galleries. Often, the photographs might have too much reflection, or be out of focus, and I neglect to take new pics. Carney’s is one such painting. Continue reading »
The thermometer is stuck at 118º today, three degrees cooler than yesterday. It was the perfect weekend to hibernate indoors and binge watch television. Fortunately, Orange is the New Black just released the fourth season on Netflix. Continue reading »
We have a local saying.When the sun begins to set in the western sky, the Superstition Mountains take on a hue of pink. That just happens to coincide with happy hour, with cocktail hour. Continue reading »