September 9, 2025

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. Although I looked at the date, Sept 9 - on the 9th of every month I get my food stamp money. A whopping $23. That’s probably what you get to milk a cow. So this leads me to the cartoon up above. You see, when my friend comes over, she goes to the shelf and pulls out one of my diaries. We open a page and I talk about what the cartoon is about.

You see, I used to go to Miami all the time. Especially in the winter months. Man, I should have gotten a condo there. I practically lived there, I would shoot there so often. This is what happened to me once: I got my cuban coffee and my newspaper. I got onto my location van, sat in the front seat as I always do, and started to read my newspaper and drink my coffee. Then I looked at my driver and thought, “this isn’t my driver…” Then I looked back and my assistant is getting some coffee. I thought, these aren’t my assistants. Then I looked at the hair and makeup. They weren’t my hair and makeup people. Yes, I was in the wrong van. There were so many crews shooting there, it was crazy. I got on the right van and off to work we went. I can’t quite remember what the specifics are about the cartoon above, but I do remember I shot in Miami all the time. The cartoon is probably about some food I had there. Man, I ate out all the time. We would go to some specific restaurants constantly. The cartoon is probably about this one Italian restaurant we went to all the time. It was good. I’ll tell you though, the cuban coffee there is awesine, and the cuban sandwiches are pretty awesome as well. Sushi was also good there. I mean, hell, the ocean is right there. Being a photographer had its benefits. I definitely ate well.

I remember now. The sun up in the corner of the cartoon reminds me that the sun was crazy strong there. I could only shoot in the morning there between 7 and 9. Then in the afternoon 3-6. You always had to be careful of skin cancer. I was outside all the time. I also shot backlit (meaning the sun was behind the model and on me). So, a good pair of sunglasses, a hat and long sleeves and pants are definitely needed. That is unless you want to get skin cancer. But being outside was pretty awesome. I was actually on the beach most of the time.

Hey, what do you call a cow running down the hill? —- A milk shake. Sorry, I just had to throw that in there. Hey come on, I’m a dad right? That’s definitely a dad joke.

I’m gonna leave it at that because I’m a little bit off from this advocacy for sidewalks here. We need sidewalks in our neighborhood and I’m starting up a drive to try and get sidewalks put in. Like I said before, I’ve turned into that little old lady in the window screaming at people to get out of the street. It’s working though. They’re starting to put in broken curbs in my neighborhood. A broken curb is a curb with a ramp. Next, I’ll make sure they put in the proper sidewalks so people don’t walk in the road.

Miss and love you guys. Love B. Nice

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August 26, 2025

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk bout my past.

Speaking of past. Have a look at the drawing above. My friend here looked at the date. It was like 30 years ago! Crazy how time goes by. It feels like I was there last year.

I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend Jean-Pierre. Man, that guy was like the mayor of Paris. It was funny when he came to Australia, I showed him around the photo labs, the modeling agencies, locations. You get the idea. He said, “If you ever come to Paris, please look me up.” Well, I went four weeks later. I think I called the poor guy every day I was there. It was fun though. We went out all the time. My liver is still recovering. As a matter of fact, I just had my gall bladder removed. The doctor said that was the worst gall bladder he’s ever seen. I said, that’s not a gall bladder. That’s called Paris. So Jean-Pierre, it’s all your fault.

The above Cafe De La Mairie was my favorite cafe to go to. When my apartment was too cold, I would go and hang out at Cafe de la Mairie. I guess you could say I was a true artist living in Paris. I would sit in the cafe, nurse my coffee, then bier, all day. I used to draw all the time. It was a nice place to hang out. Actually, Paris, in general, was a great place to hang out. It was also central to the rest of Europe. My agent was based in Paris, but I’d get hired to go to Italy, London, Spain, Portugal, Germany. Life was good. It was a great place to live. If I sound like I’m reminiscing, it’s because I am. I had a hard day today. I wanted to reminisce about the past. This blog is a good form of escape.

So, let’s go back to Paris. Oh man, the food was so good there. The best restaurants to go to were the restaurants that were run by younger people. You see there were a lot of young chefs in Paris. The food was cheap and very good. You kind of had to get inside info to find out where to go. Luckily, the production crew at the magazine I worked for all the time knew where to go. It was cool. And thank God it wasn’t expensive. There are some restaurants to go to that have what’s called a brasserie in a more informal section. It’s the same kitchen, but half the price. I think the one I went to go to all the time was called, CLOSERIE DES LILAS (https://www.closeriedeslilas.fr/o/brasserie-bar/). I remember one time I was at the bar (imagine that) and I looked down. There was a little brass plaque there that said “Victor Hugo.” I guess I was in good company, and in his usual seat. Anyway, it was a great place. I miss it. But the restaurant is still there. You could go if you want. Oh yeah, make sure if you do, you call Jean-Pierre (ha ha ha ha).

Anyway, that’s about it for now. I’m working on getting sidewalks put in in my town. I used to talk about models. Now I sit in the window like an old Italian woman, screaming at kids to get off the street. Man, I gotta get a hobby. This brain injury thing is getting old.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. There’s one thing I learned in Paris. I think Voltaire said it best: I violently disagree with what you’re saying, but I respect the right you have to say it.

That’s it. See you next week. Love, B. Nice

August 12, 2025

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

Sometimes I just need a break from what’s going on right now. This is when I ask my friend to go to my bookshelf and pull out one of my diaries. We talk about the image that she pulls up. For example, the image above. Now, I had to renew my Australian Visa every six months. I had to leave the country and come back in. My favorite place to go was New Zealand. The above cartoon is from when we were there during deer mating season. I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. The deer were making this howling noise all night long. And it’s not a quiet yell. It’s a howling noise I can’t even describe. Man, that noise could wake the dead! The other thing we loved to do was go horseback riding, but the horses were like programmed. They would just follow the horse in front of them. It was like being on an amusement ride. We always seemed to be in nature. It was pretty cool. So many adventures I’ve had. I’ll tell you a couple.

One time we were camping in North Australia, the rain forest. Our guide sat down and started crying. I went over to him and said, Are you all right mate? He just started crying more. He said he left a compass and map at the other site durning lunch. We were officially lost in the rain forest. Luckily, my friend, this Australian woman, took over. She was no-nonsense. I immediately felt comfortable that we would make it out alive. That is, until we came across three gum trees that fell over. I mean they were huge gum trees. Imagine a 10 story building falling over. Well, that’s what these three trees were like. We managed to climb over the trees, which was very dangerous, and find the trail on the other side. Well, after being covered in leeches and blood, we finally made it out. Imagine us trying to hitchhike down the road. We were covered in mud and blood. We looked like something out of a horror movie, but we were picked up by what I thought was a reincarnation of my grandparents. It was very cool. They gave us a ride all the way back to Sydney. My other friend, Bria, was a respectable banker. One of Australia’s leading bankers. No one would pick him up. He was pissed. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, we all split up into couples so we could get a ride easier. I mean, who’s gonna pick up a gang covered in mud and blood.

OK, I’ll tell you one more outdoors story. My wife, at the time, and I were in northern Australia. We heard there was a great campsite nearby. Rumor had it you would go to a local general store and get a key to camp at this spot by the river and ocean. Well, we got there kind of late and set up our tent in the dark. I kept hearing noises all night. Then I woke up to find out we were camped by a big site for saltwater crocodiles. It’s a good thing I didn’t get up to pee at night.

Anyway, that’s it for now. I’ve got lots of other stories of the wilderness in Australia, Western United States, Brazil, but we’ll save them for later.

Talk to you guys next time. Love, B. Nice

August 5, 2025

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

This is a photo from when I lived in Brooklyn Heights. That’s me on the far left. Man, we used to get in trouble, but we always hung out together. I’ll just share a couple of memories with you.

The police were like a second father to us. I remember someone stole one of our bikes. The police immediately gave us some ice cream and put us in the back of their squad car. We drove around looking for the bike. I remember being worried about all of our ice cream melting on the seat. That would have been a great photo.

We all carried sharpened popsicle sticks in our back pockets. We thought it was cool. And it was cool until we discovered that a sharpened popsicle stick goes into someone’s calf like a hot knife into butter. Yeah, we got in trouble for shivving someone. The nurse at the playground was not amused. (They used to have a nurse on duty at the playground. And the person we shivved was a person trying to steal another bike.)

Brooklyn Heights was pretty cool. We lived right next to the promenade on Montague Street. 68 Montague on the top floor. I went back there before I got injured and everything looked small, but then I got down on my knees and I had an “aha” moment. It was also the first time I ever told a lie. I found a dollar bill in the street so I immediately went to the corner penny candy store and slapped the bill on the counter. I said, “OK, I’ll take a hundred pieces of gum.” The owner of the store said “Does your mother approve of this?” And I lied. I said, “Yup.”

That’s it for this week. I want to keep it short. I’m working on a project. Can you please sign this petition and share it with as many people as possible. You might have to copy and paste it.

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Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

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

Man, was I spoiled or what? We got to stay in some of the best hotels for about 30 years. I spent most of my time on the road, and I got to stay in some cool hotels. I remember one time I was staying in the Beverly Hills Hotel. We all decided to have dinner in our suite. They brought up a beautiful white linen table, a bucket for our wine, and beautiful silverware. You get the idea. It was amazing. One of my favorite places to go was in Sonoma California. We always stayed at the Sonoma Mission Inn. It was one of my favorite places. Great food. A fireplace in your room. You get the idea. The producers would always try to book great hotels, as it kept the crew happy. We also would shoot at the hotel as well. Another hotel I loved was in Turtle Bay, Hawaii. that’s on the north shore of Oahu. I loved going there cause I could surf right there. Get out of the water and have a beer. Go right to my room and have a nap. Oh yeah, I’d also work as well. Anyway, that’s what my life was like, for about 30 years. Now I sit around and stare at flowers and my smelly dog. I guess it’s like the song says. You don’t miss what you have until it’s gone.

I’m gonna keep this blog very very short because I’m working on getting better sidewalks in my town. I got angry because my power chair almost fell over and took me out. My health aide caught me. The whole situation kind of made me angry so check out my petition I’ll attach here. Please sign and share it with as many people as you can. There’s also a comment section as well. I read them all and it helps a lot. After I’ve got many signatures, I’ll print it all out and bring it up to the governor. I mean, who could resist a one eye’d man with a crazy hat.

Talk to you soon. Love and miss you guys. Here’s the petition link:

PETITION LINK

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