Mr. Adkins & Company
RIP Medal of Honor recipient Bennie Adkins, 86, who succumbed to Corona. He spent 20 years in the Army, 13 as a Green Beret. He deployed to Vietnam three times, his heroic efforts in one 1966 battle recognized in 2014. His citation in part reads: “During the thirty-eight hour battle and forty-eight hours of escape and evasion, fighting with mortars, machine guns, recoilless rifles, small arms, and hand grenades, it was estimated that Sergeant First Class Adkins killed between 135 and 175 of the enemy while sustaining eighteen different wounds to his body.” (From foxnews.com) A handful of men make the rest of us look like dwarfs.
Leftists will be disappointed by this headline at nypost.com: “Walmart hiring 50,000 new employees to meet surging coronavirus demand.”… I saw only four other people on my morning walk, which began just after six AM. One was an employee of Coney Island Hospital in full combat gear, taking a smoke break on Shore Road. Sadly, I made a wide path into the street to avoid him. I peered into the temporary pavilion built on the grounds near East 6th Street, but the view was blocked by partitions, so it was impossible to tell if anyone was being treated there… I do surveys online to earn Paypal cash or Amazon gift certificates. I’ve completed at least one Corona-related survey per day the past two weeks… Help — I’m down to two rolls of TP!
This may be a fun read. NYC nightlife impresario Peter Gatien has published a memoir, The Club King. Here are snippets on celebrities culled from nypost.com: For reasons known only to him, Tupac Shakur once appeared outside Palladium and began to shoot up the club’s marquee.… Johnny Depp came into Club USA to research his role for ‘Donnie Brasco,’ bringing along a crew of street guys who were helping him get in character. True to form, his mob people and my security personnel got into a brawl over entry into the VIP room. … a clubber approached Mike Tyson in Tunnel’s main room, took a beer out of the heavyweight champ’s hand, and deliberately slopped the liquid on the champ’s shoes… Luckily, Tyson laughed his high-pitched giggle and strolled away.… His Purple Majesty (Prince) fell head over platform heels for a bartender by the name of Raven, who was rushed to wait on him at whichever of Gatien’s clubs the pop icon showed… There was a bathroom off the hallway near the Limelight VIP room with a sliding glass door, and as I passed by one night, a hand reached out and a voice called, ‘Have a paper square, mate?’ I went to the supply closet and returned with a roll of toilet paper, handing it in to my longtime idol Mick Jagger, sitting regally unembarrassed atop the porcelain throne.”
I picked up my laundry at the old house at about noon. Since I’d run low on cash, I decided to take a walk to HSBC, which would allow me to have a look at was going down on the usually busy 86th Street. The long stretch between 23rd and 24th Avenue had a number of people on it, but only three stores were open, a small Chinese grocery, a Chinese Bakery and the People’s Bakery, formerly Reliable back in the day. Although there are two ATMs outside the bank, I waited until both were clear before stepping forward, even though the two customers ahead of me were wearing masks. Of course, as I was transacting business someone moved to the machine beside the one I was using. Here’s a pic I took from the foot of Bay 34th Street:
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