Immigration

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The plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty reads: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

One thing that goes unsaid in all the talk about immigration policy is that immigration has made America great. Unless you are a full blooded Native American, you are descended from immigrants. And even they allegedly migrated here through Beringia, which included parts of modern East Asia and North America that was connected by the Bering Land Bridge.

America has been its best when it has been big-hearted, particularly when dealing with people deposed by poverty, war and violence. The immigrants who have come to America have added greatly to the vitality of our society, both economically and culturally.

The Irish potato famine, which took place between 1845 and 1852 brought many Irish immigrants to America. South Buffalo is traditionally known for its large Irish-American community. The Irish laborers turn out to be instrumental in the growth of America in the 19th and early 20th centuries. It is thought that 3,000 Irish laborers helped to build the New York Erie Canal, which was dug with shovels and horsepower, and many Irish worked on the railroads, farms and in the mines. The Western New York, Irish Famine Memorial is within view of the Erie Canal, the grain mills and the steel mills where the Irish helped to shape American industry and establish their place in America.

Between 1870 and 1892, it is estimated that as many as 20,000 people of Polish descent arrived in Buffalo.  Barracks were often built as temporary housing. The Poles soon found work in local foundries, shipyards, and other industries and they founded a community on Buffalo’s East Side.

By the 1970s, there was an estimated 300,000 Polish people living in Western New York. There is still a small number of Poles (34,254) living in the East Side Polonia neighborhood which is around Broadway/Fillmore and the Broadway Market. There are also a small number of Polish businesses in the blocks around the market.

It would be xenophobic hypocrisy for the people of Buffalo, a city which honors itself on it’s ethnic variety to reject or denounce any new immigrants that are here legally. Immigration has always been an American and a Buffalo success story. Immigrants add much, much more to our economy than they take. Immigrants are two times more likely to start a business and they commit fewer crimes than native-born Americans according to what I have read. It is hard for immigrants to get here and they hate to waste that opportunity.

Accusing immigrants as being a group of rapists, murderers or drug pushers has become a part of current conservative dogma. Now we have a large group of individuals from Honduras who are escaping their country due to violence and poverty. In fact it is their intention is to ask for asylum, which is their right under international law.

It is the right of the United States to forbid asylum to anyone who is determined to be undesirable. Now when our unemployment rate is low and job openings are going vacant, we need immigration, if only for economic reasons.

Recently the president raised the question about birthright citizenship, the Dreamers. The difficulty is the 14th Amendment gave us birthright citizenship for an important reason. Without it we would become a country with second class citizens. People, who were born in this country who would have fewer rights.

Defining citizenship by place of birth rather than by blood descent feels distinctly American. But that birthright, isn’t America’s alone. Unrestricted or nearly Unrestricted birthright citizenship is a feature of Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Mexico, Peru and all the countries of Central America.

The obvious reason is that the majority of the people in these countries trace its descent to immigrants and settlers, people who immigrated and who already had some other citizenship.  The people who have a justification to limit membership to persons with the correct ancestry are people like the First Nations or native Hawaiians. They were here first.

I am descended from Immigrants. My own DNA reveals that my personal genetic makeup is European consisting of British, Irish, French, German, Scandinavian, Balkan and a few other nationalities. I am told the Balkan part is Prussian. Also my grandfather was Canadian.

The concept of belonging came to America with the British colonists. It didn’t matter if you came from Spain, Britain, France, or Ireland. if you were born in New York you were a New Yorker. Doing away with birthright citizenship would not bind the country together, but conversely tear it apart more. The undocumented population that would be excluded from the rights of citizenship would increase, as their children and grandchildren would fail to gain membership either.

It’s abundantly clear to me that a revocation of the 14th amendment would be totally unreasonable, at least according to a conservative reading. Undocumented or illegal immigrants might be breaking the law and they are clearly subject to the law which is what the words “subject to the jurisdiction thereof” in the amendment mean.

As we await the Honduran “invasion” I am reminded that if it weren’t for immigration I wouldn’t be sitting in my living room writing this and you probably won’t be where you are reading it. Let them enter the country legally.

Research Sources:  theweek.com, dailypublic.com, the-scientist.com, Buffalospree.com, Wikipedia.com and my own opinion.

Thanksgiving

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I value the traditions we have around the end of the year but some traditions are set in stone and some are a bit more fluid. We have burgers and fireworks for the Fourth of July, a tree and eggnog for Christmas and a turkey with cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving.

Good conversation, delectable smells and the laid back mood make Thanksgiving one of my favorite meals of the year. I will always have warm feelings about this day.

The planning for Thanksgiving starts shortly after Halloween. Who has the folding chairs? Who is going to bring which dish? My wife and I always bring the turkey and she selects one of the largest ones she can find. She starts thawing it ahead of time so it will be ready for roasting. Then early Thanksgiving my wife starts the long process of cooking the bird so it will be ready for meal time.

We have three generations of Rugs that show up for this holiday. The younger grandchildren shrieking and running is the first sign that the guests have arrived and everyone is greeted at the door by these family members.

With my whole family comfortably gathered around, I can’t help but feel content. The relaxing noise of a house filled with the people I love mingles with the sound of a video game and I can’t think of anything that I would rather hear.

My Daughter’s home is airy, with a large island where she would lay out the appetizers. We used to have a seafood tradition where I would buy shrimp, clams, smoked salmon etc. that we would lay out before dinner along with chips, dips, salsas, pickles, etc. Honestly you could make a meal from the appetizers. I had to quit buying the seafood however as it got too expensive to buy crab legs for a dozen people.

Once the cooking starts, the kitchen seems a bit cramped though, like working on a food truck. The delicious smell of a turkey roasting fills the house with delicious aromas. It’s all worth it though when the aroma of the Brussels sprouts roasting in the oven waft out to fill the house in yet another delightful smell.   From the time my wife starts cooking the turkey until the satisfaction of that last bite, when I am too full to move, Thanksgiving never fails to fulfill my expectations.

When the large assortment of dishes is finally cooked and put on the dining room table, we all sit down and it’s time to dig in to a family style meal. My daughter serves up the best corn dish ever created. It’s creamy, with a smooth texture but she serves many, many more delectable concoctions. But every dish is better than the last and to just sample every dish on the table fills your plate. You need a side plate to hold your dinner roll.

Dinner conversations are lively, with hilarious jokes that have me laughing so hard my eyes are tearing and stories that often revolve around my children’s childhood. The conversations around the table are a refreshing change from the chaos of everyday life. When my whole family is at my daughter’s house, we have to split the family into the adult’s table and the kid’s table. This is a poor description though, considering some of my grandchildren are all grown up and living by themselves. In fact one year I ate at the kid’s table and I am the oldest family member, the patriarch of this motley crew.

I promise myself each year that I’m not going to eat too much but it always happens. Just when you have had to open your belt a hole or two and you think you are done, the table gets cleared and the homemade desserts come out. There are usually three to choose from and you have just a small piece of each one so you won’t have to unbutton your pants. Every year I feel as if I could just make it to the couch and take a nap, I would be fine.

Once dinner was over we would go back to the living room to watch some grade B horror movies. We used to have a competition to see who can find the worst movie. My son won one year with a movie called “bad taste“. Talk about truth in advertising.   Unfortunately this tradition had to change the year that a movie depicted a head rolling across the floor and my grandson took off saying “I’m outta here “.

The hours of work preparing the food are always worth being able to share a meal with others and with all the wonderful people in my family, it’s impossible not to have an enjoyable time. With its easy going, laid back attitude, Thanksgiving almost tops Christmas as my favorite holiday of the year.

The comfortable attitude is infectious, and for a time we can all forget our worries over a cup of steaming hot chocolate with mini marshmallows.

From my family to yours, have a happy Thanksgiving.

Bathrooms

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One of the issues that many transgender individuals face concerns restrooms. The best choice is to use a unisex bathroom if one is available. Unfortunately, most public places don’t offer unisex restrooms. However some places will offer a family friendly washroom where either gender is welcome. Target has added to the turmoil by allowing you to use the bathroom of the gender you believe you are.

A recent North Carolina civil act states that in schools and government buildings, people must use the bathroom that corresponds with their biological sex, defined as the one stated on a person’s birth certificate. If you think that the people in your “sex specific” bath room are always the same gender as you are, you are deluding yourself. It’s likely that few Americans even notice transsexuals as they use public bathrooms.

Over a hundred and twenty five years ago, Massachusetts passed the first law mandating gender segregated toilet facilities. Gender segregated restrooms in the United States and Europe are a remnant of the Victorian era where women’s modesty and safety were considered at risk and under constant need of monitoring. This means that much of the United States’ toilet related building codes reflect a Victorian era prudishness.

We have one bathroom at our house that is used by all the family members, male and female, and the only issues we have had is whether the seat should be left up or down, who left the sink a mess and which way the toilet paper should unroll.

There are very few transgender people in the United States. The 2010 census shows that only 89,667 adults had changed their names from one sex to another. That’s roughly 1 in 2,500 adults. Even the advocates of greater status for people who live as people of the opposite sex say that only one in every 400 American adults is transgender.

Some people think the “bathroom issue” is actually bigger than men using a woman’s bathroom or a woman using a men’s bathroom. With the exception of urinals, the bathrooms are basically the same. To my knowledge, there has not been a single reported case of harassment by a transsexual employee of other employees in a bathroom. In the 17 states and 200 cities that expressly permit transgender people to use whatever bathroom they want, there has been no increase in sexual assault of any kind.  Bathrooms are places where we feel exposed, where we actually have our pants down, and feeling exposed is one step away from feeling fearful. If anyone is threatened in restrooms, however, it is transgendered people. There are stalls for privacy, use them.

There have been co-ed bathrooms and saunas for a long time in Europe and they don’t seem to have a problem with them. They’ve been around for centuries. They even date back to the Roman Empire. In Japan, they still have unisex public bath houses called a hitou (secret baths) in rural areas where men, women, boys and girls all share the same communal bath house.

People with profound physical and developmental disabilities or small children often need help while going to the bathroom and frequently their caregiver is of the opposite sex. Personal safety should be the top priority in these cases not what gender the caregiver is.

I have known a few gay men and I never was uncomfortable or fearful sharing a bathroom with them. In fact one of my childhood buddies was gay and he and several of the other boys from the neighborhood I grew up in used to go “skinny dipping’ in a local pond with him. It never worried us. I know other people that are gay or lesbian and it doesn’t concern me.

I don’t currently favor coed showers or locker rooms in schools though because of the nudity that is present in them. This would be especially problematic in these places because most people of that age haven’t developed the maturity to be in close proximity to naked members of the opposite sex. As society matures and we become more accepting of nudity like many other countries in the world, this might change.

The reason that I predict that mixed-gender multi-user bathrooms will one day be the norm is that the arguments against them are all baseless.

Lovin Spoonful: Cheeburger Cheeburger:

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Cheeburger Cheeburger is a 1950s-style burger restaurant chain that started on Sanibel Island, Florida in 1986. They specialize in cheeseburgers, French fries, onion rings, and milkshakes. There are 64 locations across the United States. (1)

When Cheeburger Cheeburger opened a restaurant in Glenview, Illinois, they were sued by Billy Goat Tavern, which had served as the inspiration for the original Olympia Cafe Saturday Night Live parody. (1)

The Olympia Cafe was a fictional greasy spoon featured in a recurring Saturday Night Live sketch. All the staff, led by John Belushi as Pete Dionasopolis were Greek. As various guest stars discovered, only three items on the long menu could actually be ordered successfully: the cheeseburger (pronounced “cheeburger” by Belushi), chips (pronounced “cheep”), and Pepsi. Attempts to order Coke were invariably met with the retort, “No Coke! Pepsi!” Likewise, those who ordered French fries got the response, “No fries! Cheeps!” According to Don Novello, who penned the first Olympia Cafe sketch, the diner was based on the Billy Goat Tavern on Lower North Michigan Avenue in Chicago, and was still operating when they aired the skit. (1) I can still remember watching this late one Saturday night.

Cheeburger Cheeburger likes to be known as the most creative and fun restaurant on Earth. Cheeburger Cheeburger offers dozens of free toppings for their burgers. They also offer grilled chicken, wraps, fries, salads, sundaes and more. Take a seat at the soda fountain or pull up an old fashioned chair. Look around at the neon lights, nostalgic signs and posters many of which are for sale. Check out the cool T-shirts, gifts and collectibles also. Listen to the fifties and sixties music as you enjoy your meal. (1)

Cheeburger Cheeburger quality starts with 100% Angus beef with no additives, no added hormones and no antibiotics. The fries and rings are made from scratch every day. And the quality continues with everything Cheeburger offers. (1)

Challenge yourself to their “Pounder” burger that consists of 20 ounces of beef. Finish the entire burger and have your picture taken for Cheeburger Cheeburger’s Wall of Fame! Feel free to invent your own cheeseburger, chicken sandwich, grilled cheese, salad, shake or malt! (1)

There are five sizes of burgers. And with all those free toppings, you can create more than eight million burger combinations. And more than a million shake flavor combinations. (1)

Donna and I decided to go there for dinner on a Sunday night due to the fact we had a Groupon (We seldom pay full price). We had been there previously with a Groupon and that is the reason I purchased another one. The place was packed. There were only two tables open that I saw, a two person and a four person one. The hostess whisked us to the two person table and as soon as she left, the waitress appeared and took our drink order.

Donna ordered the Lemonade and I ordered a Pepsi. They both arrived in their signature Mason jar glasses. When the waitress returned, I ordered the semi-serious burger which is a 1/3 pound burger (7 ounces before cooking). I added American cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, banana peppers, 2 onion rings, and relish. Donna had the Grilled Portobello Mushroom Sandwich.

My burger was made perfectly but it was a bit sloppy. I guess I had tried to have too many toppings on it. It was hard to wrap my mouth around it and every bite squeezed the burger and toppings out the other side. It was delicious. Donna said she would get her Portabella sandwich again.

Cheeburger Cheeburger is located at 1593 Niagara Falls Blvd, Amherst, NY 14226
Phone: (716) 836-1002
Hours: Open Monday thru Thursday 11:30 AM to 8:30 PM, Friday Saturday and Sunday 11:30 to 9:30 PM     Features: Accepts credit cards. Has highchairs available, outdoor seating, parking lot parking and is wheelchair accessible.

We go there about once a year and can’t wait till we get another coupon. I give them 8 out of 10 spoons.

(1) Attribution, Wikipedia

Don’t need it. Don’t want it.

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Years ago I owned a small handyman business. I had installed a microwave in to a wall for a customer and she was telling me just how useful a microwave was to her. I had been thinking about getting one for my wife for some time and this was all the push I needed to get her one. As soon as I got home, I told her that I was going to get her a microwave. Her response was that she didn’t need one. I ignored her and we drove out to the appliance store and bought one. For the first week I don’t think she used the stove. We are on our third microwave now, we wore out the previous two.

I bought her a minivan that she “didn’t need, didn’t want “. She was happy with her four door sedan. She is now on her third minivan. She drives it every single day, going shopping, and ferrying children to and from school, work, sports etc.

The most recent one I bought her has a number of options that she “didn’t need”. She said she didn’t need a backup camera but this one has one. She recently said that she would never get another van without this option. DVD player? What does she need that for? It only took a short time for her to learn that this was an ideal way to keep the kids quiet in the back of “Nana’s Bus”. A power lift gate seemed lazy to her. She thought she could continue doing this manually like she did with her old minivans. Now it’s push a button it opens, push a button it closes. Same with the power sliding doors. Another win!

The next thing I got her that she “didn’t need” was a cell phone. She said if anyone wanted to reach her they could call on our home phone. I have bought her several phones since then. From a brick phone to a flip phone to whatever phone was currently available. Today she can surf the web with her phone. She panics if she misplaces her phone now. We occasionally have to dial her phone number so she can find where she left it.

She recently dropped her phone and shattered the screen. We had to opt for expedited shipping to get a replacement for her. Of course this new one is a different size from her old one so we had to buy a new case for this. She also bought a small purse to carry this around so she can misplace this too. She has developed a malady that I call “cell phone hand “where she is frequently carrying it with her left hand.

We have Roombas. For those of you who don’t know what this is, it is a robotic vacuum cleaner. You push a button and it takes off. It wanders around aimlessly cleaning your floors and when it is done, drives itself back to the charging station. You can leave the house and it will operate without any human intervention at all. It doesn’t get any easier than this and it does a darn good job.

She didn’t want one of these either. “I can vacuum the floor” was her way of saying thank you, “I can carry the vacuum cleaner down from the upstairs closet whenever I need to vacuum.” The vacuum weighs almost as much as she does. I don’t think the very expensive machine I bought her has seen the light of day since the first Roomba arrived.  We now have two of these. She calls them her upstairs maid and her downstairs maid. We have also worn one of these out. Again, I ordered a replacement online. Our upstairs maid got a real workout until the replacement Roomba arrived. Our upstairs maid even talks to us in either French or English. Knida sexy to have a French maid living upstairs.

She loved to read and would go to the library at least once a week to get new books. She would load up a large bag and walk the 1.1 miles to get there.  She would spend quite a bit of time selecting books, refill her bag and then walk back home.

Enter a Kindle. She didn’t want this either. She said that she could easily go to get the books she needed and that the Kindle was just too expensive. She used this via our Wi-Fi to surf the web, stay in touch with people, look for recipes, etc.  It’s not just for reading. She wore the first one out recently. It started to have a mind of it’s own. It would change screens when it wanted, wouldn’t charge and generally became a pain. I had to replace it. Until it arrived, she struggled with her old one.

Of course the new one was slightly larger than her old one so the case wouldn’t fit. We had to buy a new case. It also worked differently than her old one so she had to learn how to use it. The last problem was we had to load all her Wi-Fi passwords, Facebook accounts, Emails, etc. on the new one. This took the better part of a weekend.

Yes technology is scary at first but once you get used to it, it becomes indispensable.

Norb is a writer and an early adopter who currently uses 2 laptops and is on his fifth cell phone. He can be reached at nrug@juno.com.

You can’t fix yourself by breaking someone else.

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I have heard that life is precious and that we need to be careful with our actions, our words and our attitude. I fully agree with this statement and believe it to be spot-on. I believe in the golden rule and that karma will impact you good or bad.

We all need to live by the important message these words contain. What is totally unacceptable to me is the curious idea that some people have that they have to make everyone else look bad in order to make themselves look good. I had a coworker that behaved just this way. He was the darling of management and despised by all but one of his union brothers. He never had anything good to say about anybody behind their backs. This included management who he ripped with matchless gusto.

The management at the company I worked for in Buffalo was unaware of this and thought so highly of him that, with his one friend’s urging, they made him a supervisor. Unfortunately, I was one of the people that now had to work for them rather than with them. Talk about hell. Although I completed all the work that he assigned me and did it correctly, he would continually report to his boss that I was a screw up, that I did things wrong or that I took too much time.

After having a meeting with his boss a few times and relating to him that this man’s concept of reality was as factual as a roadrunner cartoon to no avail, I decided if I was going to be branded as a problem employee, I might as well be one. It would be easier and much more enjoyable.

Gone were the days of working hard to get all my assigned work done before the end of the shift. I would play cards with my friends for a few hours each day. There was always people on the next shift to get the work done. The days were over of my being the first one working after a break or lunch. I would have one more cigarette before returning to work, maybe two. I knew I could count on the fact that the work was always there when I got back to it. I no longer worked thru my lunch or break to complete something. Taking naps became an option. The days of my doing a “professional” job, a job I could be proud of had ended.

The times of doing a job to the best of my ability were over and the days of taking shortcuts to complete a job had arrived. Okay was now good enough. I have to say that doing a barely adequate job as quickly as possible was easier and gave me plenty of time to read the paper or just gold brick. To go on the roof and enjoy the weather or just chat with my coworkers.

Many of you might know someone who is so angry, nasty and hateful, so full of self-loathing that they spend their whole life tearing down other people hoping to make themselves look good. Eventually people will figure out what they are doing. If someone you know is constantly bad mouthing everyone else to you, stop and think about what they say about you when you aren’t around, I guarantee it isn’t complimentary.

Years ago I worked with another person who was gruff and seemed to hate me. This was not unusual for them because this person hated everyone. Whenever I would ask them with help or a suggestion from them they would say “You’re the mechanic, figure it out.” The only people they were nice to were the bosses, at least to their faces, but they didn’t have anything good to say about any of them either when they weren’t around. I decided to change their attitude, at least toward me. Every day when I saw them I would say “Good morning.” in a voice dripping with honey. At first they ignored me. After a while I would get a grunt. Finally, I would get a begrudging “good morning”. We didn’t end up being BFFs but at least they ended up being civil with me.

In my limited experience, I have found that I can change some hateful people not by screaming, yelling and hollering at them, but by being nice to them, even when I wanted to lash out, take them by the throat and shake them till their eyeballs fell out. Taking the “high road”, being nice to people has usually worked for me and if it didn’t, at least I knew I didn’t stoop to their level.

I have known many people in my life most of them were nice but he always seemed to meet up with a few  _holes. By not reducing himself to their level, he felt good about himself and even think I may have changed a few people.

Norb is a writer from Lockport. Follow his blog at whywny.home.blog

 

In Praise of Cat Naps

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It is reported that cats can sleep 16-20 hours a day, more than any other animal. They are not very picky about where they take their nap either. It might be in a tree, on top of a car, a roof, their favorite chair or just about anywhere they can curl up for 40 winks or more.

So I look at my wife yesterday and she asks how I enjoyed my nap. I reply that I did although I don’t remember sleeping at all. She then asks me the first nap or the second one. I answered they both were good. Apparently I had woken up mid nap, talked with her a while and went back to sleep. I don’t remember that either.

I’ll admit it, I like to take naps. As a napper I join the likes of Albert Einstein, John F. Kennedy, Ronald Reagan, Napoleon and George W. Bush who are known to appreciate an afternoon nap. Winston Churchill’s afternoon catnap was an inflexible part of his laidback attitude to his regular routine. Thomas Edison was something of a self-hating napper. He liked to brag about how intensely he worked, how he snoozed only three or four hours a night, and how he would, every now and then work, for 72 hours in a row. But truthfully the secret to his spectacular productivity was something he hated to mention and hid from other people, he napped daily.

Being sent to bed used to be considered a punishment when I was a child but now that I am retired, I think of it as a privilege, a pleasure not afforded to everyone.

Habitual napping is when a person takes a nap at the same time each day. Young children might fall asleep at about the same time each afternoon or an adult might take a short nap each day. We watch a young girl and after lunch each day she gets a pad to sleep on and a blanket without being told. I think that those cultures that take a siesta after lunch have the right idea.

The national sleep foundation says a short nap of 20-30 minutes can help to improve mood, alertness and performance. I take two naps a day. The one I take after lunch I call my “nooner”.  I have been taking a nooner for several decades.

My napping started when I was in the Navy. We worked four hours on and eight hours off. Unfortunately, if you ended your four hour watch at eight o’clock in the morning, you were expected to work for eight hours that day. Then you had to stand watch for another four hours. That left eight hours a day for everything else. I used to catch a short nooner during our lunch time. You were expected to be at your watch station on time so I would set my internal alarm to allow myself time to get dressed and where I should be. After about three days of this you would be bushed and due to sleep deprivation, you might be operating at less than your best.

When I worked a second shift in Buffalo. I didn’t have to leave for work until around 2:00 P. M. After lunch my wife would like to watch her “Soaps”. This was an activity that didn’t interest me at all. She would sit on my lap in my recliner and I would say “See you in a half an hour.” I would put my head back and would be snoring within 30 seconds. Then exactly a half an hour later my eyes would open and I would say “I’m back.” This would drive my wife crazy. I tried to explain to her that I knew I only had 30 minutes to sleep so I would set my internal alarm clock.

When I finally got a day shift job this napping ability would prove very useful. I would eat my lunch real fast and then “set my clock” to coincide with the end of my lunchtime. I don’t think I ever overslept.

When I got cancer, I would go into work late but the chemo and radiation treatment took a lot out of me. I had mentioned this to the owner of the company and he said if I was feeling exhausted, I could always go into my training room, lock the door and take a nap. I only availed myself of this privilege maybe a handful of times. Again I would set my internal alarm for 20 or 30 minutes and wake up automatically. To this day, I can still set my clock to wake up when I want.

I also take a nap after dinner. My grandson calls it my nappetizer, the sleep I take before I go to sleep, the French Onion Soup of sleeping. Lest you think I don’t get enough sleep at night, I usually get at least 8 hours of sleep a night so my napping has nothing to do with not getting enough sleep.

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Mohegan Market

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One of my memories from growing up in Buffalo was walking with my mother to the Mohegan Market on Bailey Avenue at East Amherst Street. Most people went shopping daily or every other day back then. There were no big box, wholesale stores where you could buy a package of toilet paper that would last six months. This is the present site of The Buffalo Promise Neighborhood Children’s Academy.

Mohegan was a small independent grocer based in the Buffalo area. They had four stores, one at 2228 Seneca at Buffum, one at 95 Grant at Breckenridge, another at 2643 Main at Fillmore and this one at 3149 Bailey. You would enter thru the front door and there would be fresh produce on the right side and a register and the meat cases on the left. There was always a friendly butcher wearing a blood stained white apron leaning on the case ready to cut your meat to order. This was a true “old school” meat market with sawdust sprinkled on the floor.

I recently found an advertisement from December 20, 1954 listing some of their prices. They had whole Chickens for $.29 a pound, cooked hams, Pork roast for $.29 a pound, Chuck roast for $.49 a pound and something they called Hamburg steak at 2 lbs. for $.69.

If you went past the meat cases to the back of the store and took a left, you were in the area where they had the dairy case, canned foods, pasta, paper goods and bread. There was no aisle after aisle of frozen food cases but instead they had just one reach in frozen food case with a clear sliding top. You could get some “Birds Eye” frozen vegetables that came in a rectangular box (no bags) or maybe a frozen “TV” dinner from this section of the store. Your home refrigerator freezer wasn’t much larger than a cubic foot so you didn’t have a lot of room to stock up on frozen foods. Frequently you would leave out the ice cube tray to gain more room.

The fish monger used to deliver their order in an ice filled wooden box. Mohegan used to put the box out behind the store to allow the ice to melt. If my friends and I would find this, we would have a snowball fight in the middle of summer. This ice, although smelly, gave us a cooling diversion. One day I “copped” one of these boxes and loaded it on my radio flyer wagon. I then dragged it home. I made a fairly respectable “soap box racer” out of it using some old wagon wheels that kept us entertained one entire summer.

My mother would give me fifty cents to go and get a loaf of Wonder bread and a quart of Sealtest milk. I could keep the change and I frequently spent the change on penny candy like Hot Tamales, Atomic Fire Balls, Turkish Taffy, Boston Baked Beans or a Chuckles Jelly Candy. Back then, candy bars cost a nickel. They also had a few glass gum ball machines at the door filled with gum balls and Ike and Mikes to entice the last few pennies out of you. I would throw the groceries in my bike basket and pedal my way home fueled by sugar and the desire to get home so I could play with my friends.

I remember one day when I found a dollar bill on the floor. In the fifties, a dollar was a small fortune to a preteen boy. This prompted a trip to the corner store to buy my friends and me penny candy (which actually cost a penny) and comic books.

Most of the small neighborhood grocers are gone where the clerks all knew you by name, you would bump into your friends and the butcher would custom cut your order for you and I miss them.

Milkbone, Buffalo

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For 10 years of my life I worked at Milkbone in Buffalo where I was a maintenance man on the packing floor. A large part of my day was spent sitting around waiting for a break down. I didn’t have a lot to do most of the time and as they say “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” The guys I worked with and I would come up with creative ways to prank the rest of the employees.

One day I super glued a quarter to the floor in front of the coffee machine. We all then sat at “our” table and watched. People would see it and look around to see if anyone was watching them. They would then try to pick it up. One guy even tried to kick it with his heel. They knew they had been had when they would hear us all laughing. This was good for a full day of laughs for only a quarter.

Another time I caught a bull frog on my way home. The following day I brought it to work in an old lunch box. At dinner time the plant nurse was fixing her meal in the lunch room. Right next to her was a microwave oven. I took the lunch box to the counter and purchased a buttered bulky roll from a vending machine. I opened the roll and slapped the frog inside.

The frog wasn’t very pleased about this and was kicking like mad. I turned to the nurse and asked if she knew how to operate the microwave and she said she did. I said great and pulled out the roll with the frog in it and asked her what you did with the legs. I don’t think she ate dinner that night.

Speaking of legs, another prank we pulled involved a false pair of legs that I built, complete with pants and shoes. We would put this sticking out from under a pallet of product and watch people’s expression as they came around the corner and saw the legs hanging out. The results were hilarious. This pair of legs would disappear and reappear periodically.

I don’t know who was doing this but I suspect multiple people. One of the next times “the legs” appeared was during a health inspection. They were stashed behind a shelving unit in my shop when the health inspector and the plant manager spotted them. The manager yelled at the legs, kicked them and finally grabbed them and pulled them out. We were called to the office where we all denied any knowledge of the legs.

The legs were confiscated but they were easy to duplicate and I made another pair that week. We placed them around until the bottom of a flour silo fell open. It dumped the entire contents on the floor, something like 50,000 pounds of flour. A buddy of mine took the legs and buried them deep in the pile of flour. Several days later while they were shoveling up the mess the legs popped out. The person doing the shoveling took one look, walked out the door and went home without punching out.

I had the ability to lock the men’s room door that had an inside bolt from the outside using a bit of string. People could smoke in the men’s room at the time. A man was leaning on the window sill enjoying a cigarette when I locked the door. We then ran upstairs and got a piece of conduit to tap on the window above his head. This is where the story went south.

My buddy Jerry hit the glass too hard causing two small holes in it. The smoker hit the ground and crawled over to the door to find it locked. Quite some time later he told us he thought he was being set up because he was fooling around with a married woman and he thought her husband had locked the door and was  at him.

When I was building my tool cart, we got a call that a packaging machine was malfunctioning. My buddy Joe, picked up his tool pouch, got into my cart and I locked the doors. I wheeled it over to the broken down machine and listened to the operator explain the problem. At that point I unlocked my tool cart and let Joe out. He then repaired the problem. When he was done, he climbed back into my cart and I closed and locked the door. Then I proceeded to wheel him back into the shop.

I think the best prank I perpetrated was on my last day working there. Over the 10 years working there I managed to figure out how to get into every room and office in the place including all the front offices. I also knew the security guard’s routine and where he would be at any given time. This allowed me to dodge the guard.

They had this newfangled electronic phone system just installed and I managed to get ahold of an operating manual. This system had the capability of forwarding calls from one phone to another by punching in a three digit code. I programmed the phones to forward all calls to the plant manager’s office. I never heard anything about this but I can imagine the havoc this caused because every phone had to be reprogrammed. I can’t remember all the practical jokes I pulled while I was there this is just a few of them.

Like Luca Fortunato an electrician at Nabisco used to say, “At least we laugh.”

Being Alone

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You may not be surrounded by your friends or other people but you always seen to have your phone or perhaps your computer or tablet nearby so you can stay in contact with your friends, your social media followers, your neighbors and even your co-workers.

Even when we’re all alone in real life, on a remote beach, in the middle of the woods or on top of a mountain. All it takes is a text, tweet or post from someone in your social circle to get in touch with you. We aren’t ever actually alone. Sometimes this can be very daunting.

Everybody needs some alone time. Some time to put your “head in a box” as I like to call it. Some time to be alone with your thoughts. This is especially important if you are trying to write something for publication like I do.

We don’t understand just what the exact amount of alone time we need is, or even if there is one. Most likely, these amounts are different for everyone. Some of us are fine with just being alone on our drive to and from work whereas some people might need some additional time to unwind even after they get home.

Whether it’s for your job, or for your own mental health because you need time to decompress or so you can binge on your favorite television series online and don’t want to share your potato chips, it is good to have some alone time.  Even some very sociable people like being alone sometimes.

I know quite a few people but sometimes I don’t want them to call, asking me a question or even to just say hello. Time in which I don’t need an opinion, think about how I feel, think about what I need to do. Time I don’t have to answer for at all. I certainly want people in my life, but the idea of that invaluable time alone is undeniably wonderful.

A few people may think it is egotistical to want to have some time alone but it can be extremely invigorating. Some people may equate being alone as being lonely.  This is an error. They are two totally different but related things. You can be alone without being lonely and can feel loneliness in a crowded room. We often fear being alone because we think that being alone will make us lonely.

A lot of people are fine with being alone. People may think being alone goes against our natural condition and somehow it does. Humans are naturally social creatures.  We join Facebook groups, clubs and socialize with people that share our common interests for this reason.

Quite possibly wanting to be alone is self-centered or maybe it just seems so. The best thing about being alone is having the independence to make your own decisions. You don’t have to compromise, you don’t have anyone getting in your way or telling you what to do. This is a valuable lesson for everyone. It’s important for you to spend some time alone, to decompress and to gather your thoughts away from the stress of day to day life.

Alone time to me is as refreshing as the feeling you get the first breath you take on a frigid winter morning or as invigorating as a cold shower on a hot August day. I imagine even extroverts love being alone occasionally because it’s a time they have the freedom to do what they want, when they want.

In a piece for The Atlantic titled “The Virtues of Isolation,” Brent Crane wrote of a scientific work regarding the positive aspects of being alone. “Increasingly scientists are approaching solitude as something that, when pursued by choice, can prove therapeutic,” he explained.

It turns out that that choice part is very important. Kenneth Rubin, a developmental psychologist at the University of Maryland, calls them the “ifs.” Crane wrote that. “Solitude can be productive only if it is voluntary, if you can regulate your emotions effectively, if you can join a social group when desired, and if you can maintain positive relationships outside of it.”

I know this is true, I want to be alone most when I am working on a project that requires my complete attention but I know I can easily have companionship of others when I want it. This is why couples try to find private spaces in their own homes, her “she shed” and his “man cave”.  But you can also be alone in the same room as someone else. For instance, when I am writing I sit in my recliner, focusing on what I am doing. Less than five feet away, my wife sits, knitting and watching television or reading a book on her Kindle. We are both alone in our thoughts but together in the same space.

We all need our time alone, but there’s this special feeling when you know that there’s someone there for you, waiting patiently, just the other side of the door. Another way to state this is if you know someone will find your body within 24 hours after you die in your home, I don’t believe you are really alone.