Sunday afternoon. The wife cloaked in blue, in a sacred Bollywood induced trance on the coach. When I tried to tell her my bad news , I was shushed and sent to the computer out of sight in the bedroom. Left with this unfulfilled confessional mode, I turn to you, my loyal reader. I just got another ticket on the frakin car. This one, for not" properly "displaying my license plate. Mind you, it was "displayed", only improperly according to the bureaucrats. And all this after having to spend a morning at Motor Vehicles replacing the damn plate in the first place! What? Oh, I know it's my fault for hitting the guy. But man, talk about Karma. Is this happening to me because I lied to the guy who fixes the car? I told him the wife was driving. It can't be that, can it? I have another ticket to pay for forgetting to move the car last Monday. That one was probably my fault. And, I just beat one for an expired meter last week. In other words, I'm batting 1 for 5 with the car. Not a good average in baseball or real life, is it? Eddie from Big Gray gave me that book, Zen Driving? I read it. I think I do drive like that. Trouble is, I don't do well with passengers in the car, so people don't get that. I like my car. I like driving.
The star ship commander who helped me restore propriety to my license plate this morning and I were having our usual talk this morning- how "things are different than when you and I grew up". I told him I was writing a blog, and we shifted to communication and how "too much communication" can be a curse, and he allowed that it's so much easier to give tickets nowadays due to the improvement in technology. And that brought me back to the issue I've been wrestling with here that these young people who have been spoiling the margins of my beautiful park need to see. Nowadays, everything we do stays with us. Even a ticket for drinking or smoking in a park can mean the difference if you're trying to get a job, get into a school, join the Armed Services, or whatever. It's like Karma.
As far as I'm concerned, I might have to give my wife the car.
About Me
- Joe Ambrosino
- I'm a retired schoolteacher and have in addition about 16 years experience working and playing in a terrific little Brooklyn restaurant called Circles. My grandmother and mother were legendary Italian cooks. I lived in a large communal house in Brooklyn where I cooked for many many parties over the 21 years I was there. For the past seven years, I have been making parties for people as "Your Italian Grandma" (I channel my grandmother).For the past two years, I have also been employed as a private chef in Manhattan. I love to cook for people.
5 comments:
in my opinion, you should have stopped driving 25 years ago! ha....oh the memories or should I say nightmares!!!!
Drive out of the city and don't look back.
I'm much better alone- just me and the car.I don't know who you are, anonymous. The trouble is you can be a number of people. My nephew said I should consider a bicycle. I don't think so. Even considering the car incidents as bad "luck", I wouldn't expect that luck to change on a bike.And, no bumpers!
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I don't mind being a passenger when you're driving . . . as long as I've had a surgical dose of valium.
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