June 10, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

You know, when you’re like I am, messed up, you gotta give yourself a sense of purpose. My thing now is getting better sidewalks for people like the handicapped, the elderly, everyone. Now, I live right on Route 9D in Cold Spring New York. I play piano and watch endless streams of people go by on a bad sidewalk. Then, to top it off, at the end of my street there is no sidewalk so people wind up walking on the road. Now I may sound like an old fart looking out the window, but I really strongly believe someone’s gonna get hurt. I see it every day all the time. I don’t think any officials in the DOT realize how important it is to have good sidewalks. Someone like me, you know, someone in a wheelchair has a hard time navigating what’s there. What’s there is just blacktop over a footpath. It’s tough and I was athletic, Im used to a challenge, but this is crazy. I mean, just today I was going to the store to get food and I almost went into oncoming traffic. So I guess this is gonna be my sense of purpose. I’m gonna make sure we get good sidewalks for everyone. There’s also more and more people showing up in our community. My town is becoming an outskirt of NYC. I guess you call that progress.

That’s all for now. I’m gonna get off my soapbox. I’m kind of irritated if you can’t tell. Anyway, give a shoutout to the DOT. We’re in Section 8 - which I think is kind of ironic because Section 8 means a crazy person in the army.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

May 20, 2026

Hi and welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

I presently want to welcome my friend home. She is back from a long trip to England and Scotland. England… That reminds me of rain, for some reason. Above is a shot I drew of me in London. Although she said she had good weather. Anyway, welcome back to my friend. She’s the one that types this blog for me. I’m not gonna blog much more because it’s way too hot out here and heat affects me. Heat produces a low pressure system and that really affects my brain. So, cheerio to all of you! Love and miss you. Love, B. Nice

May 6, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my MOM, and to my daughter who graduates on Friday. She graduates from High School. I’m very proud of her.

So it’s Mother’s Day and check this out. I found some photos of Mom when she was a young woman. My Mom was amazing. When the ex left me in the ICU and took the kid, Mom took over and pretty much took care of me for the next decade or so. I wouldn’t be as far along as I am if it weren’t for her. Anyway, check out these photos. I guess she kept them hidden from the family. I only found them recently.

So, my daughter is gonna graduate, like I said before. Unfortunately, I can’t go see her graduate. It’s too far for me to drive and I can’t take an airplane. The kid just lives too far from me. But this is what I’ll tell her:

The human brain is amazing. Every single second we live, everything we say, everything we smell, hear, see, taste, it’s all there. It’s recorded. Now this is how hypnotism works. Hypnotists can bring you back to a specific time and place and you can describe it in detail, it’s almost as if you’re there. Now, everything you’ve learned, all the knowledge you’ve gained, you’ll draw on it for the rest of your life. Both purposefully and subconsciously. Like I said before, all the knowledge is there. Now, my theory is that some people can draw on that knowledge better than others. I guess you could call the ability to draw on that knowledge smart. I guess some people are smarter than others. I think you’re smart.

It’s a bummer I can’t be there to see her graduate, but I sent some beautiful flowers form Hawaii, a place I used to use for work a lot. Anyway, hope you all have a great Mother’s Day, and remember your Mom.

This is B. Nice. Over and out. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. The first shot is of me and Mom last week…

The second shot is of Mom as a model.

And the last shot is of Mom and her sister. Both great Moms.

Also, my friend here, who’s writing, she had a great Mom.

And finally, here’s me and my sister. My sister is a great Mom. Happy Mother’s Day!

April 22, 2026

Hi everybody, welcome to my blog where I talk about my. present.

I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend. He’s going through some heavy stuff. A nasty battle with cancer. But my friend is a fighter.

Hey everybody, Happy Earth Day. You know, my father really embraced Earth Day. He believed the Earth was one living organism and everything that happens on Earth affects everything on the organism we call Earth. The environment has always been very important in my family. My friend here and I were talking about Earth Day and she was telling me a story about Pete Seeger and how her choir is singing The Old Brown Earth by Pete Seeger on Sunday. And of course, I had a story to tell about Pete Seeger. My friend Mark and I used to go up and down the Hudson on the Clearwater. Pete would be singing songs and playing on his banjo. Well, my friend and I used to always sit on the bow sprint on the front of the boat. We hit a big wave and my friend fell into the water. Luckily the chain that goes from the front of the boat to the bow sprint was there and he grabbed it. He was about to go under but I pulled him out of the water. Good thing he was little. Anyway, there’s a net there now. It should probably have a plaque with our names on it. Brian & Mark…

Anyway, Happy Earth Day everybody. Sorry, I went off on a little tangent there. Actually, the reason why I’m doing a blog about the present goes back to my friend who’s really sick. We were talking and I told him how I got through what I went through. We had this crazy race in Track & Field called “The Steeple Chase”. It started out with hurdles, then this crazy water barrier you had to jump over. Then an open run. Hell, they may as well have had a line of people that threw walnuts at you. It was a crazy race and a good way to get injured. But, the reason why I was talking about this race was you, of course, had a time in the back of your mind what you wanted to run it in, but you had to clear each barrier and not think about the future or the past barriers. You had to think about what’s going on at the moment. (Does this make sense?) In other words, don’t think about the future or the past. Just concentrate on the moment. And that’s not easy for someone like me who has ADHD. But you gotta do it if you want to run a good time.

Anyway, that’s it for now. Happy Earth Day everybody - and go plant a tree!

Love and miss you, love, B. Nice

PS The images are matchboxes my father, Don Nice, did. You should check out his website: DonNice.com — my sister manages all his work. It’s pretty cool. Check it out.

April 8, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present. At least, I think this belongs in the present. I’ll explain:

I told you before but I’ll repeat it again. My life is like a bad country song. Its crazy. Let me go through the basics with you.

I was a successful international fashion photographer. Then on August 18, 2009, my head blew up. I had to have emergency brain surgery. Now, while I was in the intensive care unit, my Ex ran out on me and ran off to Texas with our daughter. She sold the two houses, the cars and gave away my pick up truck. She was kind enough to leave me a little money and a smelly dog. Buster. So I moved in with Ma & Pa. Then the dog died. I was sad so I went down to Texas to see my daughter. My head blew up again because of the flight. I also had to have brain surgery again. Then I got sued for divorce. I did get another dog named JoJo. He saved my life two times already. He warned people when I was gonna have a seizure. Anyway, back to the bad country song. After Ma died, Pa and I moved into a little stone house by the side of the road. Then Pa died, so here I am with JoJo my smelly dog. Now, somewhere along the line my handmade Winchester rifle went missing. I did get my guitars though. Even though I can’t play, it’s cool to look at them. Anyway, that’s the foundation for my bad country song.

It’s funny. I had a dream last night and it’s propbaoby close to reality. I used to go out to dinner with my wife and her friends. They were all models. Everyone probably looked at me like, “That lucky bastard.” Now I go out to dinner I have to wear a bib. I have to be hand fed. I shake and drool and I have to drink from a straw. Everyone probably looks at me and thinks, “That poor bastard.” Anyway, I’ve learned life is strange. You can’t predict what you’re gonna be doing in the future. and God laughs.

That’s about it for this week. Feel free to write a bad country song if you like. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice