Flurries of Activity
As I was rooting around with the remote last night, I came upon a new show in which ordinary people were wearing medical masks. I bailed immediately — as if there isn’t enough of that in real life these days. I hope the characters in Seal Team, my favorite series, don’t start wearing masks when they’re not on a mission. I’ve watched a few of episodes of Next, which airs on Fox Tuesday at nine. No masks, but plenty of paranoia, routine, without the compelling story line of an X-Files. I’ll be surprised if it lasts long. One good thing, other than in casting I haven’t seen the political correctness that immediately drove me from many modern programs.
According to an article at nypost.com, there are 2700 less uniformed NYPD officers than there were at this time last year.
The University of Texas has named a journalism award after Dan Rather. No one better symbolizes what the mainstream media has become — a wing of the Democratic party.
Headline from foxnews.com: “AOC says Pelosi, Schumer need to go.” Are they not liberal enough? LOL. Who wouldn’t have liked to have been a fly on the wall when Chuckles heard that?
Forgive student debt? According to an article at FN: “The top 40% of U.S. households owe almost 60% of the outstanding educational debt.”
With a major storm expected to blanket NYC with snow, threatening to put the floating book shop on indefinite hiatus, I felt compelled to open today despite the lack of sunshine and the temperature at the freezing mark. I expected to sit in the car and watch people ignore the stellar wares, hurrying to get out of the cold. It was not like that from the get go. The display was about two-thirds in place when an elderly woman approached, several Russian books atop the seat of her walker. “Come,” she beckoned, her English obviously limited. A gentleman interpreted that there was a cache of books up the street, headed for the city dump. I didn’t want to leave my stuff unattended, but a woman volunteered to keep an eye on things. I stuffed about 50 mostly hardcovers into two shopping bags. There were at least a hundred more available, which I couldn’t accommodate. I took the bundles that contained novels by Danielle Steel, CTNA in Cyrillic, the N reversed. “Spasibo,” I said to the woman, who had followed me. She urged me to take more. “Too much,” I told her. I thanked the woman who was holding the fort and offered her free books, which she declined. I was so busy for the next 20 minutes sorting and putting the finishing touches on the display that I wasn’t at all cold. When a man looked over the Russian sector a bit later and didn’t find anything to his liking, I informed him about the freebies waiting to be plucked. I hate to see books thrown away. As I’ve learned through the years, almost every one has value to someone.
My thanks to the woman who bought three books in Russian and Common Sense by Thomas Paine, and to the gentleman who purchased Practical Intuition by Laura Day and a volume of poetry dedicated to tea — Petals of the Moon by C Churchill; and to the woman who was disappointed I didn’t have any true crime books and who opted for a paperback by Jackie Collins instead, the first book she will read since the libraries closed down eight months ago; and to Carol, who selected Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng; and to Neil of Della Peppo TV, a Brooklyn cable access program, who chose John L. Sullivan and His America by Michael T. Isenberg. Neil asked a couple of questions about Catcher in the Rye, which he was unable to get into as a kid or recently. I think he’s too sane to relate to such a work. I, on the other hand…
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