On My Way Out of Town

My feelings were mixed when I was on my way out of town.  One of my uncles was dropping me off at JFK on his way to work.   I thought about Brighton Beach and how grungy it seemed to me when that was never the case when I lived there.  The hustle bustle was about the same but I could tell there were more Russian Jews than when I left New York the first time. The buildings seemed smaller, the boardwalk seemed smaller, or at least it seemed to me.   My relatives all seemed much older and except of course for my cousins the youth and vitality had passed the family by.  I have no idea how much family members earned but if I had to guess the New York branch was mostly lower middle class.  I found it was easy to love them especially with the love they expressed for me.  I was glad that I visited but Now I had become a California Boy.  On the flight I worried about how my family was and worried about my friends and Simeone I would say I hope would become my girlfriend.  I’ll talk about more of them as we continue on this process and I didn’t have a clue how anything would turn out.  What I now understood was that I worried about most things – my personal intensity was not a stranger anymore.

Out of Town

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I've published an E-book (Neurotic Man), a hard copy book, (Dworb), produced movies (Woman of the Port and Liberty and Bash), and worked as a writer for Demand Media writing those ehow tidbits you've most undoubtedly seen. For many years I wrote business and marketing plans for service, retail and manufacturing businesses. Along the way I've also prepared tax returns, taught accounting, been a business start-up consultant, licensed arbiter, federal analyst, busboy, waiter, safety clerk, lighting salesman, restaurant manager, parking lot attendant, construction foreman, and cook.
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