Archive for March 10th, 2009

“All We Are Saying……”

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

I was standing at the bus stop today and a kid flashed me the peace sign. He was in a car at a red light and was probably only 8 or 9. When I returned the gesture, he excitedly turned to his friends and you could almost hear him say, ”YES… !” He quickly looked back at me and I smiled and nodded my head. He smiled back. The car began to move when the light turned green and I’m glad he couldn’t see me begin to tear up.

I’m not dumb. I know he just saw an old guy who looked like a hippy with long hair and big shades – and if you see an old guy who looks like a hippy and flash him the peace sign, chances are, he’ll return the gesture. Cool. To an 8-year old, it’s just a little more fun than counting red cars on a long Thruway trip.

But maybe – just maybe – someday he’ll remember the moment and wonder why? Why did hippies make peace signs – and what did they mean? And why in the world would an old hippy want to wave it to a kid 40-friggin’ years after the first big protests against the war in Vietnam?

Because, Kid – you’ve got to have a dream. And, like the song says, if you don’t have a dream – how you gonna have a dream come true?


What Do You Say to a Naked Governor?

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009


It could have been worse, Elliot… it could have been a LOT worse. Right now you may be dying of embarrassment – but you’re not dying. New York Governors, in office or out, should NOT have extramarital sex -period. We should put that in the New York State Constitution. Why?

Well, if you ever run into Megan Marshak, you probably shouldn’t ask her where she was on January 26, 1979. The 27-year old Megan was naked in bed that day. No big deal except she happened to be lying under the also naked, 70-year old former Governor of New York, Nelson Rockefeller. Unfortunately, Nelson had just suffered a massive heart attack and was unconscious. Wow – talk about coitus interuptus! How awkward. And how do you get out from under a situation like that?

But Megan knew what to do. She did what any smart mistress would do at that moment – she called her girlfriend and tried to get Nelson dressed. Girlfriend ambled on over and they discussed the situation. At this point, Rockefeller was still technically alive although unconscious.

Now I’m not suggesting for a moment Megan, who was left a New York City townhouse worth millions plus $50,000 in cash in Nelson’s will, hesitated to immediately call for help – for any reason other than appearances. Right.

Finally, after at least an hour, Megan’s girlfriend called an ambulance. Rockefeller died on the way to the hospital. An official autopsy ruled the former Governor died of a massive heart attack. He was cremated about 18-hours after his coronary – counting the hour he was getting dressed.

Rodney says:

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

“My old man told me: never take candy from a stranger –  unless he offers you a ride first….”