Hi. I’m Jan. It is a little weird to speak to you when this is really a one-sided communication. Me to you. Still I’m looking for ways to share my 88 year-old wisdom with you more personally. It was raining yesterday evening when I managed to get to Trader Joe’s at 93rd Street and Columbus Avenue here in New York’s Manhattan Upper Westside. Closing time was 9p. A seven block walk mostly moderately uphill is not a snap for me although my stamina has improved markedly when one medication, Metoprolol, was discontinued two months ago. It must be difficult for doctors to play God, intervening into the master work Homo Sapien, whose nerves, glands, air and blood circulatory systems are so so intricately and subtly micromanaged in their original design, a construction that took thousands of mutations and adaptions over the course of hundreds of thousand years. If getting to Trader Joe’s was taxing, making my way through the dozens of counters, shelves, cabinets searching, remembering where stuff was and is now, was a challenge even with a prepared list in my hand. I managed to get 99% of what I wanted but forgot one essential food that that company is expert at, namely their pre-cooked organic brown rice kept in the frozen food cabinets. I had not written it on my list. Eating daily cooked oatmeal seemed to me to be enough carbohydrates of my much reduced activities. However, with the large $130 purchase, returning home with my backpack full to exploding and two 30 lb [14kg] big bags, one each arm, was truly taxing for my age. I stopped probably five times to rest my arms and shoulders. It was raining all night and today. It is quite infuriating why our Eastcoast overwhelming rainfalls can not be transported through canals to parched Southern California. There certainly are failures in infrastructure investment in our federal government since the Big Deal of the Roosevelt era out of the 1929 Depression, and the President Eisenhower era of the Federal Highway Act of 1956. States won’t rehabilitate or build back better, they are always fearful of raising taxes and therefore we have to tolerate obsolete roads, bridges and old electric grids. The country is too big and needs coordination that only a centralized Federal government can achieve. I’ve got to say that it is embarrassing if not dysfunctional for a near 89 year-old to be as sexually focused as I am. One example was last night, when eating dinner, hah hah, I watched the sometimes hostess Paula Zahn of the 30 min broadcast NYC Arts program on PBS. From my marginalized Jewish perspective, this is a Goyim par excellence – tall at 5 ft 9 [1.75m], blonde, 65 years old, married to a Jewish real-estate developer here in New York’s Manhattan Eastside with a premier Fifth address opposite the Metropolitan Museum. They divorced in 2007 after 20 year marriage and three adult children. Born in Omaha Nebraska, 1245 miles [2000km] from New York City, right smack in the Midwest center of USA; she is modernly slim well-groomed with a prominent career in broadcast as journalist and news-anchor. Every time she appeared introducing the program and sections, my mind transformed her words into my personal fantasies such as if she said: “You will be fascinated by the depth of the folk-art…” I would repeat changing the words to ‘truly fascinated if you lie on my bed over there… oh, and I see you’re not wearing panties’ and so forth. Stimulating or frustrating. I am actually afraid to detail my fantasies though they are simple and innocent enough, though sexual. I fear this might reach a legal entity that would charge me with publicly aired fantasies that damage her reputation. So far, and no further, I’ve only briefly described one of five fantasies. Oh, sing me a bright note please here in concluding my talking with you today! Maybe it’ll come to me later. Thanks for listening. I wish you luck and health till Friday next week. And try to remember that spring is definitely around the corner. SPRING.
