My Christmas Card from President Trump

 My Christmas Card from President Trump

Schaumburg Township Christmas Party

 

Schaumburg Township had their annual Christmas party for the Disabled and Senior Citizens this past Thursday Dec 6^th at Chandlers Chophouse. The doors opened at 10:30am.

  I have been going to the disabled support group once a week since 1987 but a couple of years ago they broke up. People moved away and one died recently. We always used to go to the Christmas party and have fun and talk.

 

This time it was just me. I didn’t know anyone else but started talking to the people at my table. 

 

It was around 12noon when they served the food. While we waited,  this one girl went around to all the tables with her violin and played Christmas music.

 

 

Just before they started serving the food Megan Conway the new Director of Disability and Senior Services got up to the podium and said a few words. 

 

 

 Then Township Supervisor Mary Wroblewski got up and wished everybody a Merry Christmas. 

 

  After we ate Maureen Christine sang Christmas songs. I missed my old friends from the Disabled support group. I didn’t stay very long after that. I had some things I wanted to do that afternoon so I left.

 

   Thank you Schaumburg Township for putting on the Christmas party.

Santa

After The Storm

We had a bad Snow storm on Sunday November the 25^th. I didn’t go anywhere. I set up my camera and stuck it out my balcony door. You can see all the snow in this video.

We got about 7 inches of snow. By the next day the roads had been plowed so I went to my exercise class. When I was through, I walked outside and looked over and saw the trees covered with snow after the snow storm we had the night before. It was getting dark outside. Luckily I had my camera with me. So I thought I would try and see if I could get a picture of it. I took it back to my apartment and did some editing in my computer using some photo editing software. I was surprised how good it turned out when I got through with the photo.

My Cell Phone Got Hot

    I was driving on my way home from the casino when I felt my cell phone start to get hot in my top pocket. For some reason when I get in my car my car automatically turns my cell phone on to Android Auto. It was burning my chest so I reached into my top pocket so I could turn it off again. With all the other stuff I had in my top pocket I had trouble getting my phone out. As I was driving and trying to get my phone, I got pissed and said out loud to myself, “What the Fuck.” All of a sudden a woman’s voice came through my car speakers and said, “I’m sorry you feel way.” I didn’t know what just happened. My phone must have picked up my swearing and someone answered. Stupid phone, I can’t even swear in private without someone listening.   

THE HALLMARK CHANNEL

THE HALLMARK CHANNEL

I have been sitting here in this one bedroom apartment for the last 33 years watching TV all by myself. There is nothing else to do. I turned the channel on the TV.

Have you ever watched the Hallmark Channel? You know the one with all the Christmas movies on.

 Do you notice that everyone is young and they are always happy and in love. Nothing ever goes wrong, well maybe an ornament might get broken or some such trivial thing. 

 It’s a perfect world where everybody is rich and they all have the perfect job. They have gorgeous homes and it’s always in a quaint little town somewhere where the snow is falling and all the people in the town are perfect, helping each other out and smiling.

 As I sat there watching, I wondered, “How the fuck did I miss out on that? Are there really people and quaint little towns like that?” 

 It really doesn’t matter anymore anyway. I’m 73 years old and not young anymore. I wonder what it feels like to be in love again and have family all around. No matter. Even if I did meet someone, I wouldn’t have any money to keep both of us alive. The food panty is my favorite place to go to now-a-days. 

 I have no plans on dying anytime soon. In fact I want to live to be a 100.  That’s my goal. I just wish I could be young and live in a quaint little town with money in one pocket and a lovely girl in the other.

It Was During the Summer of 1960

 


An excerpt from my Autobiography

It Was During The Summer of 1960

Well I’m in eight grade now and we all think we’re hot stuff. I didn’t think grammar school would ever end. Well, we have our first and only formal dance. So everybody’s excited and we all get dressed up. And the night of the dance, I walk in and everybody is there. And I see Sandra, “Hi Sandra.” and I go over and hold her and as the music starts to play, her skirt with all the petty coats underneath brush up against the front of me. The music plays and we dance.

(On my tape, I have Paul Anka singing, “Put Your Head on My Shoulder”)

Now that Sandra and I are not going to be going to the same high school. I’m going to Notre Dame and she’s going to Ridgewood high school. We just are not going to be seeing too much of each other. So she had one party and I went over there and she broke up with me. I couldn’t figure out why, at that time anyway. But it really hurt me. I acted like it didn’t hurt me but it really did.

(On my tape, I have Paul Anka singing “Summer’s Gone”)Summer's Gone

I had an infected Gallbladder

Sept 12th 2018

It all started Aug 31st 2018. I had just gotten back from the casino that night when I got this really bad pain in the upper part of my stomach. I tried to go to sleep but by 3:30 in the morning I woke up in severe pain. I had to go to the emergency room. They took tests and gave me a CAT scan and some meds. They said it was gastritis and the pain went away. They let me go home. 

I went back to the casino the next few days and had no trouble. Then on Thursday night I got that severe pain again. I went back to the emergency room again. They gave me a CAT scan again with Dye. The doctor came back and she told me that I had an infected Gallbladder. “It will have to come out,” she told me.  They will take it out through your Belly Button," she went on to explain. Now this was on August 7th 2018 12.30 am Friday morning “They will have to operate.” I didn’t want to have any operation but what choice did I have? By that afternoon I was in the operating room. When I woke up it was a horrible feeling. It was like I was in a different world. The doctor came in and said, “Your Gallbladder was a Mess,” he told me. 

They took me up to my room. The pain was the worse. I had less pain when I had my Heart by-pass surgery. So they kept me on some kind of Morphine for the next couple of days. 

The nurses were very nice to me. That’s about the only good thing that happened while I was there. I stayed a total of 5 days in the hospital and I just got back to my apartment yesterday about 6pm.

I am going to just take it easy for a week. They said I could get back to my exercise class after that. I have no idea why my gallbladder went bad. I wonder what other organs are ready to go to pot. I hope I am good to go at least until I reach a 100.

Pedophilia in the Church

August 30^th 2018

Pedophilia in the Church has been going on for a long time. You can just ask my sister. She was the first one to bring a law suit against the Catholic Church back in 1987.  

I remember my sister going through all the unbelievable things that the church was trying to pull on her, the lying, and the denying. It was something else. In 1987 she finally ended up writing a book using a pseudonym about all she was going through. When she wrote her book she gave me a copy of the final draft to read before it went off to the printers. I went home and laid down on the couch and started reading it. I would get so far and then the anxiety would build up and my heart would start beating so fast that I had to put it down for a while. She asked me if I wanted to be the cover model. At first I didn’t want too but I was going through Multiple Sclerosis at the time and I needed the $100 she was willing to pay me to be the model. I told the photographer that I didn’t want my face to show on the cover. I didn’t want people to see me after the book was out and think I was a priest. I wasn’t and never have been a priest.  I’m proud of my sister for following through on the whole matter of sex abuse by priests and the Catholic Church’s major institutional cover-up that has been going on for so long.

 Will it ever stop? I don't know.