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i am trying to regain my role as main engine to “heylee’s comments” the so far never popular Tumbler post.  And it’s aPPROPRIATE becuz it’s post : post election, post Trump and pre SuperBowl LV kickoff.

My kick is that we should all live and be well AND stop hating so much-- you know who you are,  we know who we are and certainly I know who i AM. So cut it out Americans; FORWARD IN FEBRUARY!!!!

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I’ve been a fool more than once in my life; ( and ) really, it’s a luxury few can afford.  Certainly not me, I have suffered the consequences of [ such behavior ] and am trying 2 avoid it both now and the foreseeable future while time runs out  meanwhile

              Rigby was ruining the reunion for Kelly.   Well,actually, he was ruining Kelly’s memory of the reunion—the now week-old funeral/wake of bill jones last Sunday.  There had been a decent turnout of friends and good feelings—stuff that Kelly was in short supply of these days– And despite Jonesy’s passing it had been a good time.

  And part of that good time was Rigby’s absence.  Because, even though Kelly had contacted ( rigby ) in the first place,  he was immensely happy that the out of state realtor had been a no-show, which is what, he , Kelly had wanted all along.

 In fact, Kelly didn’t even want to tell Rigby at all about the sudden death of their longtime buddy.   He had helped contact some friends and colleagues that he wanted to see, but actually only got in touch with Rigby because Marty had asked him to.  

 So he had gotten on LinkedIn and tapped out a message to Rigby.  No big deal, it took all of four, five minutes maybe less.  But the fucker never got back to him.   What’s more, Rigby had contacted Marty later and said how he was coming and no doubt, had shared how shocked he, Rigby, was that Jonesy, 70 year-old bachelor still living in the same nabe for more than 40 years had passed on.

 Boo-hoo,  what a crocodile-tear motherfucker and yet he couldn’t pass a word back to Kelly!  Not a “thanks” or “that’s shame, I’ll try to make it” or “ I can’t make it”. Whatever. It was small change, he knew.  After all he and Rigby were mere acquaintances these days. For years now, maybe decades, not rivals, not friends—just two guys who used to work together and for a short while lived together in a slum tenement 5th floor walk up, back when the Williamsburg community was filled with Hispanics and Hasidic Jews ( hasids ) and not too many whites.  And definitely not whites with money.

 It didn’t help that the last time he saw Rigby at a similar reunion event 5 years back,  Georgie-boy had just entered the meeting room and pointedly looked at Kelly who was standing then with a small crowd of people and cracked ,  “ I thought you were dead.,” before moving on with greetings to others as he worked the room like some hack politician.

 [ Truth be told that same reunion/ get together was the last time that he saw Jonesy alive.  He had been out of touch with Jonesy for years even though though they had been very close buddies in the ‘70s.   The next decades they both managed to live in Brooklyn but not socialize; mostly because the black school teacher stayed weird,  never married nor had kids and had kept up his aging beatnik cum social justice “hero” routine  in Williamsburg,  while Kelly moved onto to Park Slope and then to Staten Island middle-classing himself up in the process.]

 But way Back then when it all started Rigby,  Marty, Kelly and JOnesy  were all VISTA volunteers sent  to help fight poverty in this very rundown north Brooklyn community in the ‘70s.  These days Kelly was fighting his own underemployment by flailing away at home on the computer and on the phone to sell clients;  a contractor working 20 cents on the dollar commission for an online advertising group,

 It was a losing battle which his wife began to remind him about more and more frequently.  But right now Sunday p.m.  instead of  thinking what clients he should go after or for that matter, who would hire a 60 year-old dude for media work or any kind of work,  he was instead thinking about Rigby sitting pretty in suburban Virginia and studiously, casually? ignoring him from afar.

   George Rigby had played the game well and was reaping the rewards, among which was ignoring Kelly without any impunity.   Kelly was far from the levers of favor or power that guys like Rigby loved and feared.

 ?Probably Rigby would have ignored Jonesy if the situation had been reversed  and it was Kelly who had died and Jonesy who had been doing the contacts.   Because like Kelly, Jonesy wasn’t relevant any more.  

 On the other hand, Marty he looked up immediately because Marty was wired.  The still trim attorney had heard from Rigby no doubt right away. For sure, because Marty had community contacts with local housing groups and had clout.  The aging attorney could still bring influence, good will and ultimately money to the table.

   BUT now  or rather where can we go fromhere???  Back to the podcast ,b rother! And maybe steal some idears from Van’s other victims

  Now drifting into  in daydream overdrive Kelly  immediately saw himself  and “ the Great Rigby” on a grassy palisades engaged in an old fashioned, single shot pistol duel where he turned and fired first  butg away and then shitface turned and fired a direct hit to Kelly’s chest which exploded in blood.  No wait, he took the first shot and winged Rigby instead, who fired back..

 “Jeff !!,  where are you????  

“Upstairs, “  

“ Quick, I need you down here in basement”  

yeah, yeah coming “ he answerd , hoping it wasn’t a flood from washing machine or anything that demanded cleanup of

JEFF”  a shell burst, incoming disaster brewing…

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Lofoten Islands

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HeyLee’s Comments: 1/19/16 Homeless Hordes Invade NYC, Carriage Horses are Under Attack

Freeloaders from across the country are invading NYC to crash here and get free housing, free shelter from the local government and for the opportunity to bum from local liberal bozoes with jobs who pay their own rent and taxes and somehow feel guilty about it.   Guilty enough to give coins and dollars to various hobos who walk around or sit around with their signs messing up the place.

Meanwhile NYC Mayor Too-Tall DiBlasio has moved forward on his plans to evict carriage horses from their home stables in Manhattan and, at the same time, to thin the herd of both horses and their carriage horse drivers, separating some drivers from their jobs.  And an immediate result is proposed to  be spending more taxpayer $$ building stables in Central Park,  Is this guy for real?  The horses already have homes in Manhattan stables paid for and operated by Private sector $$.

Horses have drawn carriages for centuries, millenia.  Now somehow this is cruel and unusual punishment?  

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great stuff from NYC's 3rd island!

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A great idea for Main Streets, Ben Moore goes to town and gives some communities a new look