March 11, 2026

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

Man, I’ve been bummed out lately. I can’t go anywhere I need to go. I’ll give you an example. My daughter is graduating this spring and I can’t get to her to see the graduation. I can’t fly. Otherwise I’d get a brain bleed and it’s too far for me to drive. After my first brain operation I could walk with a walker. Hell, I drove to LA and back, no problem. But after my second brain operation, things are different. I’m in a wheelchair and it’s hard for me to go more than four hours in a car. Also there was a death in the family. I can’t go to the service, and on top of that, a friend of mine is really sick. I’d like to go see him but I can’t. He’s on the west coast. Bottom line is I guess you gotta learn to deal with your limits and recognize them.

Hey, I had a profound thought early this morning. It goes something like this: When something happens to you, it’s not the event that defines you. What defines you is how you react to the event that makes you. In other words, if you get really sick, or something happens to you, how you behave is what defines you. Does that make sense? I’ll give you an example. My friend is really sick, but he’s strong spirited, he has a positive attitude and he’s always questioning authority. Always question authority. Never follow blindly. Does that all make sense or is my brain bleed kicking in?

Anyway, that’s it for now. I don’t really feel like blogging. It’s a nice day here. Maybe I’ll go hang out in the sun.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

January 27, 2026

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

Man, did we get a lot of snow! It was like the good old days when I first moved here, it snowed like this often. We had a great ski slope near us. The slope is houses now.

The other thing that all the snow reminds me of is where I went to college. The college was in Rochester, NY. I went to RIT. Man, did it snow there! I guess you’d call it Lake Effect snow. It snowed so much you had to tie one of your socks or a bandana to the car antena so you knew which car to dig out. Man, there was nothing worse than digging out a car and finding out it wasn’t yours.

OK, so check this out: some investor bought a bunch of swampland. Filled it in, then to save money, bought some plans for a college in Arizona. You know, to save a little money. So, basically, I went to a college that was designed for the desert and they put the college in the swamplands of Rochester, a lake effects snow area. It was freezing there. The campus was designed to keep students cool. It had wind tunnels, high walls to create wind, and did I mention the whole thing was built out of bricks. Now imagine this, a building built of bricks is constantly sinking into a swampland. Bricks used to fall from the sky all the time, so not only were we cold, but you had to look out for falling bricks. No wonder why we drank so much, not that we needed an excuse. Anyway, all this snow we have now reminds me of the good old days.

I’ll tell you, it’s tough having this traumatic brain injury with all this cold. It’s brutal. I feel like an ant in honey. Well, at least I have summer to look forward to. I’m gonna leave it at that. If I could, I’d go build a snowman. Have a good week.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

January 20, 2026

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

I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend who is really sick, but he got some really good news this week. That’s cool.

Hey, guess what! As of tomorrow I’ll have made it to 65 times around the sun. In other words, tomorrow is my 65th birthday. Hip hip hooray. I’m officially a senior citizen. I can get discounts on the train, getting food, free transportation and 25 cent lunches. We can get 25 cent lunches at the senior center which is fine as long as you like steamed carrots and steamed asparagus.

I never really took stock of my life, momentous dates, you know, like when you turn 20, 30, 40, 50 or 60, but now I seem to think about it more. Maybe it’s because I’m in a wheelchair and I have a little time on my hands to think. I’m just gonna give you a quick run down on life so far:

Basically, I was born in Minnesota. Moved to Yale where Dad went to school, in Connecticut. Then we lived on Grand Street in Soho. Then in Brooklyn Heights, 68 Montague Street. and then in a big old run down house across the river from West Point Military Academy. Then I went to RIT where I got a diploma in bachelor of fine arts and an associates in science. Oh yeah and I ran across the country and got in the Guinness Book of World Records. Then, I moved to New York City and worked for a famous fashion photographer. Then I got married and moved to Australia where I lived for 12 years. Then I moved back to New York. My marriage was over so I moved to Paris. I lived in Paris for 3 years, then moved back to New York City where I worked a lot. I then got remarried, built a house on the shore of Montauk, had a great kid, then had this stupid brain bleed, then I got sued for divorce. Now I’m here with my smelly dog in a little stone house by the road. Anyway, that’s life so far. Now I’ve got to figure out how to live life with a traumatic brain injury.

Actually, I’ve learned a lot about how to live with my condition. I learned you should definitely not change the way you live. For example, I have a kid and I just worked at trying to get better and thought I could pick up where I left off. But I think you should stay with your kid, and that in itself would be therapy. But you should definitely keep working at having a normal life. Don’t use your brain injury as an excuse not to do things. It’s definitely tough doing things. You’ll definitely need help, but don’t not do things. In other words, to keep it simple, don’t sit on your ass and watch TV waiting for things to get better, because they won’t get any better unless you work at it. Anyway, that’s my philosophical thought for the day.

Love and miss you guys.

Oh yeah, check out the photo of the shoe I did when I was twelve. Pretty good huh? Anyway, love B. Nice

January 13, 2026

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

Hey, guess what! Next week it’s my birthday, and I’m officially gonna be a senior citizen. I’ll get discounts on the train and free lunches at the senior citizen center. A friend convinced me to go check out my Senior Center and the first thing I noticed when I walked in was that everyone was walking at a 45 degree angle. So, imagine a room full of Q-tips at a 45 degree angle. Then, the smell hit me. It was like a combination of steamed carrots, dead skin cells, vomit, bleach and fear. I thought I’d give it a pass. The only thing that looked good was the food truck. The food truck parks right out front of the Senior Center and serves lunch. I wonder now that I think of it, I wonder if I get a discount at the liquor store. Anyway, it’s strange being older and having a traumatic brain injury. Things ache and you wonder if it’s the brain injury or the age, cause I feel mentally like the young idiot above. That’s me last week…

As I said before, I’m working on this project for getting sidewalks for all of us in this community. I talked to the mayor this morning. and she agreed, more and more people are coming here. I mean, New York City is getting bigger and bigger. My family has been around here since 1968 and we’ve just seen it grow and grow.

You know, last week I said I wasn’t gonna take on any more projects after the sidewalk thing. But you know what? I really do think I’m gonna take on the idea of more money for home care aides. I have an idea, and tell me what you think, but I really believe any profits these home care industry makes should go back to the worker, not just someone’s pocket. I really don’t think any homecare or any healthcare should be a private, for-profit industry. I really believe it’s up to the state, or the country to look after its citizens. Why are people making money at our misfortune? I mean, I might be opening up a can of worms, but when you’re in a situation like I am (man, I’m hurting) it kind of gets you angry to know that someone’s making money off of your misfortune. OK, I’ll get off my soap box now. It just gets me angry that’s all.

Anyway, it’s something that should be addressed because there are no workers out there who want to do home healthcare. I run into it all the time. And like my friend here said, and we’re all just getting older. Oh, by the way, my friend here also just became a senior citizen. I think we should both get canes and point at things.

Anyway, that’s it for now. Love and miss you guys. Talk to you next week when I’m 65!

Love, B. Nice

January 6, 2026

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

I’ll tell ya, I don’t know how politicians do it. I mean, it’s tough, all this politics stuff. I’ve been trying to put in sidewalks for not only people like me, but for everyone. It’s tough. And I”m not exactly built for doing something like this. But, like I said before, nothing worthwhile is easy, right?

Just to give everyone a quick update: it looks like I’m gonna have to try and get the state more involved in putting in the sidewalk along a state road, to a state park. It seems simple, but man, it’s tough. It’s like walking through a minefield. But, I’ll tell you what, after this project, no more stuff like this for me. But, like I said before, it’s good that you have a project when you’re in the condition like I am.

I’ll just try to simplify things; After my meeting in Albany with some pretty important people, I established a good contact in the Department of Transportaion. They strongly suggested that we apply for something called a TAP Grant. Now the only problem about a Tap grant is that you have to front something like $3 million dollars and you get something like 80% back. Man, I tell you, that sounds like a shark loan. Anyway, that’s what the village and the town are doing. They’re going to apply for a TAP Grant to pay for the sidewalks. As far as the $3 million, I was told just to get the application in under the deadline and worry about the money later. Like I said, “Loan Shark.”

Hey, I’ll tell you, it’s good though, to do something like this to distract you from feeling the way I feel. It’s brutal feeling the way I feel. I still do therapy twice a week, but therapy seems to get more and more difficult. I always say to myself, “Oh man, I hope I haven’t plateau’d.” Being like I am can be emotionally brutal, so it’s good to have distractions like my project.

Well, that’s about it for now. I’m actually pretty tired. Like I said before, I’m definitely not built for something like this, but we are getting things done. After this, I think I’ll take a long vacation…

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice