Hero's DO Wear Masks!

As a flex I’ve often bragged that despite my potty-mouth, THE “eff-bomb” often serving as noun, verb and adjective in my vocabulary, I have never actually cursed at another person.


I took pride, hence the flex, that I was so good with words that for 57-years, I never had to!


So no matter the situation, complication, frustration, fear or anger I may have had for another human, I have always been able to make my point choosing my wordsmithing skills over the tawdry simplicity of profanity.


So on Friday night in the throes of an expected drama, when the words “Shut the fuck up you dumb-ass!” exploded from my lungs, I was as shocked as the guy I said them to!


The target of my words of course had it coming. And while I surprised myself with the outburst, I didn’t waste a lot of time on regret.

Don’t fuck with the cub when the daddy-bear is around was my message, and I believe I made my point! And I learned the joys of a shouted eff-bomb.


Here Comes THE Weekend


In the midst of a crisis this weekend which I will share more about after I can wrap my head around, my family was touched by a strangers act of kindness.


For six-hours on Friday, our family's crisis played out in the oversized commuter parking lot of the 25th stop on Metro North’s Harlem Line. Katonah, New York.


An hour from mid-town Manhattan if you’re lucky enough to catch the express out of Grand Central Terminal


Waiting for her train a nameless masked stranger bore witness to Buck Wheat's troubles. She watched my family over her mask.


Hero's always wear masks.


When her conscience overtook her, she parted the air and walked over to Buck, this masked stranger.

Approaching my crying seedling she asked Buck Wheat, “Would you like to talk?”

They did for ten minutes.</