Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.
Hey, Happy Father’s Day everybody! It’s Father’s Day this Sunday. It always reminds me that I had a great Dad. Above is a photo of us in Montana. Now, my father promised he’d take me camping when I was a kid. He never did, but he came through when I was in my 30’s. We went out to Montana. We rode horses for two weeks. It was quite the adventure. My father was an artist. Also, was my mentor. The guy inspired me. Any values I have as an artist, I got from him. In fact, whenever I compose an image I always think of him and what he would say. Then, on the other hand, Father’s Day also reminds me that I was robbed of being a Dad. I mean, the kid was in my life until the kid was about three, but after that I didn’t really have my kid in my life. Friends and family helped me see the kid as much as possible, but I was pretty much robbed of being a Dad. But, you know, once a father, always a father. I see my kid now, about once a year for about a week. But that’s better than nothing, right?
Who would think it, but I’ve become an advocate for sidewalks here in my home town of Cold Spring, NY. (Click here to see my FaceBook post.) I’m trying to get better sidewalks put in on Route 9D. It’s a state road, but they’re passing the buck to the village which I think is unfair. Bottom line, nothing gets done, so until someone dies or gets severely injured, I don’t think anything will. Now, the reason why I’m on my soapbox and so irate is I almost cracked my head open on the pavement. My health aide caught me as I was about to tip over in my power chair. I don’t think people understand how difficult it is to operate the power chair. If I hit the slightest bump, it sends me to the right or left. It’s all rather challenging, but a good sidewalk like the one in front of M&T Bank makes it a lot easier for me to navigate. Also, remember, I’m used to being an athlete. I’m pretty capable, but someone worse off than me is going to have a problem. And don’t get me started about being on a walker or being old. Man, you may as well stay home. Or maybe that’s what they want you to do. Stay home and don’t make noise. Just watch Oprah.
OK, I’ll leave it at that. If I start thinking about it, I’ll go on and on. I’m kind of angry. I’ll be sure to do a post every Tuesday until something gets done. I’ve some friends in the media. They might like this. Maybe I’ll do a re-enactment of someone getting hit by a car. Or maybe it will really happen. So anyway, that’s it for now. I’m done with my rant and rave. Sorry, I’m just a little passionate about the whole thing. I’d like to get out more, but man, it’s tough. I’d also like to get out safely.
That’s all for now. Love and miss you guys. See you on the road. Love, B. Nice