AD's Journal 2024

   Seeing the Rolling Stones cover band last Saturday made me nostalgic, and sent me back to the old recordings I did of Eric Lemon (and the other various names they band had during the 1970s and 1980s). This also prompted me to call Garrick, who was Paulie’s longest friend and was there was the beginning since I was on the west coast or in the army for some of those critical years. I saw the earliest version of the band in Paterson at St. John’s community room in 1968. Pete and John M, along with a drummer I didn’t know, made up a trio. Hank insisted I come and meet Paulie, who was to be invited up to sing, and he did, although the crowd was so thick I didn’t get to talk to him. At year later, while on leave from the Army, I went to the shore with Paulie and others, where they took over the stage of some beach bum band. I didn’t see him perform (except as a solo act at Charlie’s Halloween party in West Paterson in 1970) until I got back to the east coast in early 1972, by

   I’ve restored much of the original blog not really knowing what impact it has, and largely know little about what is currently transpiring in her life. Unlike in the past in which she posted poems and essays, making much of this clear, she posts very little that is publicly available except for her videos. For the most part, I ceased even following her blog back in 2015 and so have very little knowledge about what went on with her in the aftermath of her leaving her political post – though I know she got a new job in New York City around that time. Her move out of the apartment she lived in since 2010 came at a curious moment since it coincided with my moving to a new home a few blocks away, making me wonder if there was some connection. I assumed at the time (with nothing to substantiate this theory) that she had moved in with someone (possibly a romantic situation) into an apartment in upper Manhattan and commuted to work via subway. She gave up her car years earlier whi

   The old pop song Pops up in my head, “the lips I miss to kiss,” Like a bad penny It keeps coming back, Haunting me, The best part of a bad thing, The sour after something Utterly sweet, Makes me think of the bees, Whose passion Makes them make Way too much honey An excess I appreciate Even if I’ve not tasted Its flavor in years, Recalling how sweet, If not exactly the tang, Lingering on the tip Of my tongue, teasing me, And how soft the embrace The lips I miss, As the pop song goes, Missed but not forgotten, Even if I can’t quite remember It’s exact taste.   2024 journal menu   email to Al Sullivan

   Map of Woodstock from our 2008 trip Unfortunately, we have to put off our spring trip to Woodstock because my wife has to work. Most likely, we’ll take the trip north at some weekend after June 9. In the past, we have stayed at the same motel in Kingston near the exist from the thru way, as I did with my daughter during the summer of 2019. At lot depends on the condition of my car and my finances. The repair today cost $1,000, and there is a likelihood I will have to put more money into the beast shortly – the repairs since the star of the year have been horrendous, not just the usual tire or tune up issue. At one point, I had to replace the sensors, which only last about six or so years. Then, when the car started stalling, I had to replace other parts. Now this latest replacing brakes and aspects of the horn (my inspection sticker still says November 2022.) I don’t know why we keep going to Woodstock once or twice a year when one of the main attractions had been the farm

    Back to the shop with my car so I can get it inspected.   the horn doesn't work; the brakes squeal and the sticker for inspection is more than a year and a half out of date otherwise it's perfectly legal   perhaps I'm inspired by my birthday having survived for another year makes me wanna put things back in order and perhaps even catch up with all that I'm behind at work with I visited the graves of my great great grandfather, and my great grandfather and grandmother who among the host of other family members interred in Lodi, the town of which our clan sprang after their arrival here from Italy -- actually it was via a short stop in Little Italy in New York I also visited Peggy's grave. The stuffed bear that I left around Christmas with the New York Giants pin on it is long gone snow sleet hail and rain and such but the Angel pin from Easter flowers remained.   I did not get to her grave on Saint Valentine's Day eve as I wanted to which wa

   I kept expecting the band to break out in the song “ I hear it's your birthday”   though it was Rolling Stones band   and not The Beatles   and what I got   was a rendition of the traditional   happy birthday song sung for one of the fans in the crowd   who had just turned 30 a mere youngster   though the scene brought me   back in time to when   we all were at that age on the edge of becoming old when nobody trusted anyone over 30 and Mick said he did not wish   to be playing rock after that age who is now on tour at 84   all of this a bit too nostalgic   when those I played with   have not survived while I have amazingly 2024 journal menu email to Al Sullivan