COVID-19 Tres Stella Uno, Dos,Tres

December 4, 2020 1 comment

Stella Uno, Boyhood: Civil rights

Stella Dos, Adulthood: Internet

Stella Tres, Maturehood: COVID-19


December 1, 2020 1 comment

Greetings to all of readers of!

I am happy and more than a little proud that 2020 is the most read year of my blogs since the brain candy began in 2012.

I endeavor to improve the writing.

‘Gratitude’ is the only word that comes to mind knowing that folks are taking the time to read what is written.

November, 22nd.

November 23, 2020 1 comment

November 22nd. marks the 57th. anniversary of the killing of President Kennedy. Once the mainstream media made note of this. No more.

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COVID-19 Stella Quattro

October 19, 2020 1 comment
  1. You have washed your hands so often your fingers are webbed.

2. The Dirt Devil Scorpion Max purchased for $37.99 at Mass. Ave. is my new best friend; just behind my Black & Decker Toast R Oven and just ahead of my Farberware 10 Speed Master blender. The extension empowers me to thin the herd of dust cattle residing behind this monitor and the brush attachment sucks up the dusty felt from the blinds and ceiling fan. The detritus swirling within the transparent collection cup is more entertaining than the 2020 Red Sox.

3. Van Halen binge.

4. A FALSE SPRING is a great read…and re-read. This autobiography by Pat Jordan details the rise, frustration and ultimate failure of an 18 year-old who had signed for a $35,000 bonus, a princely sum in 1959; with the Milwaukee Braves of the National League of MLB. A FALSE SPRING details Mr. Jordan’s circuitous route through small town minor league baseball in towns such as Davenport, Iowa and Eau Claire, Wisconsin with less success at every juncture. Ultimately, Mr. Jordan finds himself washed-up at 22 with his dreams eroded by the very real fact that his “talent” has deserted him permanently. Mr. Jordan had a wife and 3 children when his baseball “career” ended. Pat Jordan eventually became a respected journalist writing for THE NEW YORK SUNDAY TIMES MAGAZINE, G.Q, ESQUIRE and SPORTS ILLUSTRATED. Most sports books are the story of triumph. A FALSE SPRING is unique in that it looks upon athletic failure from the vantage of adult journalistic success. Intense and distant at the same time. A FALSE SPRING is a worthwhile read and re-read…and at my age re-reading is a luxury.

ISBN 1-886913-22-6

COVID-19: the new normal. Quint Stella

September 21, 2020 1 comment

1) COVID-19 has replaced ‘coronavirus’ as the ‘nom du pandemic’ in our new normal. A certain brewery is doubtless relieved as part of the new normal.

2) Baseball and bartending are both MIA this summer as part of the new normal.

3) Mall walking at the Prudential Center at 2-steps-a-second is always accompanied by a loungy version of George Michael’s “Careless Whisper.” If any reader knows why this is, please advise. Anyway, 2 steps-a-second for 60+ minutes walking as part of the new normal.

3) Mall walking at 2-steps-per-second at the Prudential Center is part of the new normal. Why is it that a loungy version of George Michael’s “Careless Whisper” plays every time I walk? If there is anyone with knowledge of the Prudential Center’s music policy who might offer enlightenment it would be appreciated as part of the new normal.

4) Smelling one’s own breath isn’t just for nervous first dates and that additional slice of pepperoni pizza with onions. Smelling one’s breath is the most frequent effect as part of the new normal.

5) Repeating cliches often means turning a blind eye to everyday stuff but the “new normal” cliche as part of the new normal.


August 30, 2020 1 comment

“This life’s hard, man, but it’s harder if you’re stupid.”

CORONAVIRUS 6.0 Quarantine Trey Stella

August 26, 2020 1 comment

1) Bad hair days are no longer a threat to income.

2) Love is the only word that can describe the loving relationship with your Black & Decker Toast-R-Oven.

3) RING OF BRIGHT WATER was once called a ‘nature’ film at the Port Washington Public Library. I saw the movie as one of the free films shown to occupy the evenings of bored, alienated teenagers such as your humble correspondent. I loved the movie which of course I did not admit to the few folks I conversed with.

(It is conceded that my fondness for Harry Nilsson’s SON OF SCHMILLSON would have confused the issue.)

Last year I discovered a copy of RING OF BRIGHT WATER lying in the lobby of my building where harried residents donate/dump possessions that are not being brought to presumably greener pastures.

Sadly, I am past the point in life where there is limitless time to indulge in flights of literary fancy. However, on this occasion the under used right side of my brain reminded me that very little warm and fuzzy had entered within the last fiscal year. So…

I couldn’t put RING OF BRIGHT WATER down even with the paperback version’s glaucoma inducing 50 lines a page at 10 words a sentence.

Gavin Maxwell is an English author and naturalist who spends his summers in the rustic Scottish Highlands town of Camusfearna which translates as “ring of bright water.”

Mr. Maxwell brings an otter named ‘Mij’ on a treacherous journey from Iraq to become domesticated in Maxwell’s London flat.

An apartment is no place for an otter so Mr. Maxwell decamps for Scotland.

Mr. Maxwell details the joys and inevitable challenges of living with what is, after all, a wild animal.

Mij is quite the comedian and warms to Mr. Maxwell’s love but also very capable of destroying floorboards and furniture.

As charming as this story is, and “charm” is a word rarely spoken or evoked these days it is the literary grace that captured this mind.

To wit:

Later, marbles became Mij’s favorite toys for this pastime-for pastime it is, without any anthropomorphizing-and he would lie on his back rolling two or more of them up and down his wide, flat belly without ever dropping one to the floor, or with forepaws upstretched, rolling them between his palms for minutes on end.

In a time of 280 character Twitter blasts the elegant, albeit florid, literacy of RING OF BRIGHT WATER is almost shocking.

RING OF BRIGHT WATER is profusely illustrated with whimsical pen and ink drawings of otters cavorting adding a visual analog to the tale of otters.

RING OF BRIGHT WATER was a book I couldn’t put down, even as I acknowledge the ethical conflict of making a pet of a wild animal.

RING OF BRIGHT WATER is an ideal quarantine read. Recommended.

RING OF BRIGHT WATER, E.P. Dutton & Co, Inc. 1961


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HAIKI 5*7*5* Frozen pineapple juice

July 18, 2020 1 comment

Thinking of my Mom

The frozen pineapple juice

Still the July bomb

HAIKU 5*7*5* Coronavirus bus

April 30, 2020 1 comment

The 39 bus

Has only 2 passengers

Where’s the rest of us?

BARTENDER’S TIPS #2 “The customer is always right…especially when they are wrong.”

March 15, 2020 1 comment

“The customer is always right,” is truly one of the requisite cliches of any and all forms of customer service.

“And we’ll be right back to the NorthGarden where the Celtics are leading the Cleveland Cavaliers 72-61, after this word from our sponsor.”

“Hey, you know Kevin Love is the son of one of the Beach Boys.  Someone said that his uncle played in the NBA.  You know everything about basketball..,”

“Well, I don’t know everything but Love’s uncle played for the Baltimore Bullets..,”


“The Baltimore Bullets became the Capitol Bullets, who became the Washington Bullets and are now the Washington Wizards.”

“How did that happen?”

“Well the NBA thought that ‘Bullets’ was too violent so they changed..,”

“And now they are named after the Klan!?”

“Well..but… yeah, Kevin Love is the son of Mike Love of the Beach Boys.” › wiki › Kevin_Love

Actually Kevin Love is the nephew of Mike Love of the Beach boys and the son of ex NBA player Stan Love…but let’s just move on.

“The customer is always right,”…

As an adult beverage distribution engineer my experience is that customers often offer this bromide to evade payment, leave with cocktails and initiate conflicts with security staff.

There ARE some things that aren’t right, refusing to pay for a drink is actually the crime of “defrauding an innkeeper,”

Section 12C. (a) An innkeeper may refuse to admit or refuse service or accommodation in the hotel to a person who: while on the premises of the hotel acts in an obviously intoxicated or disorderly manner, destroys or threatens to destroy hotel property, or causes or threatens to cause a public disturbance, or refuses or is unable to pay for the accommodations or services.

I will spare you, gentle reader, further links to MA law.

“The customer is always right …especially when they are wrong!”

In 1985 I was tending bar at Our House East under the supervision of Henry Vara III.  I had already worked at Our House(West), Cornwalls and Narcissus so I was well versed in the policies and folklore of Kenmore Management as headed by Henry Vara Jr; indeed, this was one of the reasons I was hired.

Board games, in this pre-smartphone era were offered in many of the pubs of 1985, Cornwalls among them.  Trivial Pursuit was the best of these for bar sales as Trivial Pursuit tended to prompt interaction among the players who often invited the bartender to join in.

It was a warm Monday spring evening without the blessing of Monday Night Football, a thing at the time.

I was trying to keep my guests at the bar so passers by would see folks at the bar and wander in without feeling a tad of guilt about entering an empty Our House East.

So I hauled out Trivial Pursuit and performed a cursory examination of the contents to make sure there were sufficient cards so that all 3 of us could play.

I timed my introduction of the game 1/2 way through their 1st. pints of Rolling Rock which was $1.50 a pint at the time.

Obviously, this was a long time ago!

Hey, we’ll play.  Wanna join in?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I replied with the usual mix of camaraderie and con that characterizes a good deal of bar side bull.

Job #1 was easily accomplished with 2 more beers being ordered and change piling up alongside the board.

These guys were actually pretty good and U.S. History and Movies were strong categories for the 2 of them.  After a while it became apparent that they were pretty good friends who did not have plans that involved anything later in the evening, or for that matter, early the next morning.

However, they were competing with each other and with myself.  I did well in U.S. History and O.K. in Movies but got whipped badly in Television and Fashion when in walked Henry, I always called his son and my supervisor HV 3; the major domo of Our House East.

Unlike many of my co-workers I wasn’t petrified by the presence of my owner.  Indeed, I had been on Henry’s more or less good side since he had witnessed me grabbing money from guests with a degree of intensity that crossed the line into abrupt.

“Hi, Steve G.”

“Hello God.”

A 3rd. round of Rocks were served as the 2 gents broke into an animated conversation about the glory of GILLIGAN’S ISLAND, which I didn’t know much about.

Henry gave a bemused smile to my guests and your narrator and ordered a screwdriver with precisely a 1.25 oz. shot of Vodka City bar liquor and puffed on his cigar.

Obviously, this was a long time ago!

Trivial Pursuit regained my attention once the next 2 categories turned out to be Alcoholic Beverages and Baseball; 2 subjects that were and are close to my heart.

I decided to win.

“A Brandy Alexander is made of..?

“1 part brandy, 1 part white creme de cacao, 1 part milk, shake and strain,” I proclaimed to the slack-jawed gaze of my contestants.

“Who was the very first baseball Rookie of the Year?”

“Jackie Robinson when there was only 1 Rookie of the Year for both leagues,” I yelped.

“How do you remember all of this stuff, Why remember all of this stuff?” one of my opponents asked while staring into the dregs of his Rolling Rock.

“Wanna play again?”

“Nah, that’s O.K;” the more talkative of the 2 said while standing up and pushing an Honest Abe to me.

“How much did you get?” Henry asked with a conspiratorial glint in his eye.

“5 bucks.”

“I would have gotten 10!”


“I would have thrown the last question and let them win,” Henry said with a devilish grin.

“Huh..but I’m right!”


Henry proclaimed with a vehemence that I didn’t know was part of him.

Henry seemed taken aback by his own intensity.  He put his cigar back into his mouth and chewed upon it reflectively.

“It’s good to be smart but nobody likes a smart ass.

Who do you think you are?


I have learned much in the 7600+ bar shifts I have worked but this may be the most important thing I have learned from my most frequent employer.

“Joe Genius” indeed.


Christopher Columbus Day 2020

October 14, 2016 2 comments

Christopher Columbus Day will pass with nary a notice this Monday, October 12, 2020, with about as much attention as that garnered by Thanksgiving in Canada.

Columbus Day was a celebrated holiday during my boyhood.  I remember very well standing in front of the 1/2 bathroom of 269 Lincoln Blvd. Merrick, New York that stood at the cusp of our kitchen and screened porch looking at the Meadowbrook Bank calendar affixed to the door and seeing the caricature of Christopher Columbus wearing what appeared to be a round crowned sombrero on 10/10.

My 2nd. Grade teacher Miss Glugatch at the Merrick Ave. school, had us make little models of the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria by tracing around construction paper forms to make little flat models of Columbus’ ships from the very same construction paper forms that would make little flat models of Thanksgiving turkeys.

Brown for the boats, yellow for the sails and red dots for the sailors with all of the hues available from the Crayola 64 crayon box, you know the one with the sharpener that stripped off the paper and got jammed with 1/2 of the silver crayon. 

You do know, don’t you? 

Coloring within the lines was even at that age a challenge for your narrator but my “art” passed enough muster to be displayed on the refrigerator of 269 Lincoln Blvd.

55 years ago!

Columbus Day here in the Boston of 20-25 years ago found me selling pretzels from a “truck,” actually a 3-wheeled pushcart, in the then still Italian-American neighborhood of East Boston.  As the 21st. century progressed the crowds thinned and aged and it was no longer earning effective to pay the permit fee for an event that was sliding into irrelevance.

It was around this time that the historical worth of Christopher Columbus’ “discovery” of America became an increasingly contentious issue.  During my elementary school days my well thumbed copy of the SBS/Lucky Book Club THE INDIANS KNEW by Tillie Pine with art by Ezra Jack Keats disavowed me of any notion that European settlers were the end-all and be-all of knowledge.

However, I was impressed that Columbus had sailed across the Atlantic piloting 3 ships and returning safely by means of dead reckoning without the benefit of celestial navigation.

(The fact that the Spanish Inquisition played no small role in Ferdinand and Isabella commissioning Columbus would come into my consciousness during my Junior High North Shore Unitarian congregation religious education).

Having been interested and active in the cause of statehood for Puerto Rico I am very aware of the rightfully disputed nature of Columbus’  exploration/exploitation of that island.

However, as a beneficiary of Christopher Columbus I know that my life would be very different, if it existed at all, without Christopher Columbus.

Columbus Day festivities are not covered by NECN(New England Cable News) and the BOSTON GLOBE offered an article on the prospect of an “Indigenous Peoples’ Day” holiday to be celebrated.

I have no objection to an “Indigenous Peoples’ Day”.  Indeed the mainstreaming of the varieties of Native American history and culture into formal education is still all too under-served and long overdue.

Still, I miss the visage of Christopher Columbus gazing at me from the 1/2 bathroom door framed by the 10/10/65 Meadowbrook Bank calendar and memorialized by the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria hanging on the refrigerator door.

Bit by byte, childhood recedes.


COVID-19: BLACK FRIDAY 2020 has changed both the meaning and practice of Black Friday by accelerating the changes endemic to the pandemic.

December 1, 2015 1 comment

BLACK FRIDAY, kicks off the Christmas shopping season in spite of the fact that “my” 231 Mass. Ave, Boston CVS has had Christmas thingys since Halloween, and don’t give me any of that ‘Happy Holidays’ stuff,  as surely as the Detroit Lions vs. whoever in the N.F.L. has been played since 1934.

Target, Macy’s, Olympia Sports, Sephora, Sears, and a virtual plethora of retailers clamor to gain our ears, bandwidths and wallets.  Even “cultural” retailers such as the Guitar Center on Boylston St. here in Boston ply their off priced wares.  Here in the New England of the  21st. century malls such as Boston’s Copley Place and the Natick Mall advertise for all of the stores housed under their roofs.  

Security firms pay $25 an hour for armed guards at the Natick Mall!  Righteous bucks!

*54″ HDTV for only $19.99!*

and the like are the lingua franca of the marketing maelstrom.

Bartenders work mostly at night so my Christmas shopping was done during the afternoon hours when stores were blissfully free of hordes of holiday shoppers.  After I had made my list, and checked it twice, a dash of caffeine dispelled any procrastination and it was spend, spend, spend!

Such was not always the case.

Indeed methinks that the emergence of Black Friday as a retail holiday dates back to…

…the passing of what Tom Brokaw called “the greatest generation,” who lived through the Great Depression and WWII, which is to say my parents.

My mother, Doris was born in 1925, and my father, Shelly was born in 1927. 

On occasion I would want some kind of mild extravagance, such as a 1st. baseman’s mitt.  My cost-effective father would reply by lecturing me with stories of playing kick-the-can and being grateful that his father, Edward Gallanter, who worked 3 jobs, was not among the legions of the unemployed in the Brooklyn of the 1930’s.

When I became a bartender Dad was all too willing to tell the tale of walking to the local tavern to buy a “bag of ice,” in the days before refrigerators became standard. 

What would Dad think of $1199.00 for a GE 20.3 cubic foot fridge with a bottom freezer?

Mom hailed from New Kensington, PA, a manufacturing city 19 miles NW of Pittsburgh.  Her father, Wiley O. Jack, was a partner in a local Ford dealership.  During WWII very few cars were manufactured for retail sale as the auto makers of that era, Packard and Studebaker among them, retooled their assembly lines for the war effort.  My maternal grandfather made his living by servicing the cars he had already sold.

On occasion Mom would educate my brother Peter and I about the rationing of sugar, flour and eggs during the Great Depression.

I am on very safe grounds when I ponder the thought that neither of my parents would ever think of ‘Black Friday‘ as retail therapy.

BLACK FRIDAY prompts memories of my parents both of whom are no longer. tells us that the Black Friday that formed my parents’ hearts and minds occurred on October 25, 1929 when the stock market lost 11% of its net worth.

This pre-nuclear meltdown turned into a panic as the technology of our analog telephone system couldn’t keep up with panicked investors dumping their holdings.  Banks, being substantial institutional investors, lost their worth in the pre-FDIC era and throngs flocked to banks to withdraw their savings while there was still cash to meet their demands.

Black Friday had made a previous appearance in the financial lexicon in the 19th. century on September 24, 1869 when financiers Jay Gould and Jim Fisk sought to corner and privatize the gold supply.  When this scheme collapsed it was dubbed ‘Black Friday.’  It is certainly a viable concept that those with an education in the economic history of our country knew of the 1869 scandal when the stock market crash of 1929 occurred.…/grant-black-friday

The contemporary usage of Black Friday’s earliest mention seems to have been in January of 1966 when the Philadelphia Police Dept(PPD) used the term to describe the crowds in downtown Philadelphia on the day after Thanksgiving.

In a more casual way the term Black Friday was bandied about by retailers to refer to the final quarter of the year which would pull the given retailer into the ‘black’ of profitability.  Research did not reveal any specific date or author for this phrase but it certainly has been in usage since the beginning of my business awareness.

The 21st. century brought the coinage of ‘Cyber Monday’ referring to the huge volume of online shopping that begins the week after Thanksgiving as those put off by the stampedes of shoppers at brick and mortar locations and with conflicting obligations click on to innumerable web sites to let their cursors do the shopping.

Cyber Monday was coined in 2005, just after Boston became a DSL city in 2003, by the National Retail Federation’s to encourage and promote virtual shopping.

COVID-19 has made Cyber Monday the ‘new normal’ that has become 2020’s most tiresome, albeit accurate, cliche’.  And while I am more than tired of the phrase the description is numbingly accurate.


Black Friday didn’t become the catch phrase it is now until the mid-1990s when the World War II generation, which was born in the 1920s as my parents were, began to pass.

Only my aunt Thelma, born 1925, of my older relatives is still with this world of ours.

Contemporary usage of Black Friday no longer carries the baggage it did during my long-ago youth.

Black Friday became the brightest of Fridays…until 2020.

COVID-19 has closed many retail venues outright and shortened the hours of many.  “My” CVS at 231 Mass. Ave, Boston has cut its hours from a 12 midnight closing to 10 P.M.

Cyber Monday was once a promotional gambit to entice the early adapters of technology.

Now it is something very close to law as virtually all retail businesses have adapted to necessity en masse rather than in the slow migration of the Digital Decade of 2010-2019.

Black Friday may well be measured by sites clicked on to and Amazon orders placed and the always increasing number of FedEx and UPS trucks navigating the narrow streets of the East Fens.

COVID-19 is the most far reaching chain of events in my mature life.





COVID-19 Stella Uno Malo Retail “Showrooming.”

Mall-walking at the Prudential Mall has become integral to my life in the last 13 months.

“Showrooming” was a phrase featured in my 7/28/2017 blog that described and defined as using brick and mortar stores for trying on clothes and handling hard goods prior to an online purchase at a lower cost.

“Showrooming” was a phrase often bandied about in the aisles of the now locally extinct Best Buy stores; now both the Landmark Center and Mass. and Newbury are now closed.

Mall-walking nowadays at the Prudential Center offers precious little eye candy or opportunities for “showrooming.”

At the high end Godiva Chocolatiers is gone as is the omnipresent Loft.

More surprising is the shuttered Microsoft slot. One would think the onslaught of e-commerce being quickened by COVID-19 that there would be a “showrooming” effect…but no.

Will the “showrooming” aspect of brick and mortar retail rebound?

Yes, but just a tad.

Materialism, oft times referred to as “retail therapy” is the essence of shopping.

Folks like having something in their hands. Shopping releases a flood of endorphins as potent as jock rush or sex.

E-commerce can never replace the intense gratification of physical purchase.

However, the “new normal” of e-commerce/delivery/pick-up has become the “normal new.”

Folks entering pubescence now have never known a world in which an in-person purchase of a tangible asset is the norm.

“Showrooming” will return as a way for retailers, especially clothing stores to cement the buying habits of a clientele already predisposed to purchase a specific good.

“Showrooming” as a practice enabled by COVID-19 protocols will be so ubiquitous as to make the word “showrooming” extinct.

The “new normal.”


RULES OF THE GAME #2: Impressionism.

Rules of the Game #2

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You never get a first chance to make a last impression.

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RULES OF THE GAME #2: Impressionism.

March 22, 2021 1 comment

You never get a first chance to make a last impression.


February 28, 2021 Leave a comment


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The Gallanter Rule states that the exception that proves the rule will ALWAYS be the most extreme exception.

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February 28, 2021 1 comment

The Gallanter Rule states that the exception that proves the rule will ALWAYS be the most extreme exception.

COVID-19 New Normal Stella Quattro Bono

February 13, 2021 Leave a comment


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1* Kitchen floor is so clean one could eat off it in spite of the fact that home meal preparation is the new normal.

2* Mall walking at the Prudential Mall for 90 minutes x 60 seconds at 2 steps per second is 10,800 steps burning about 600 calories is the new normal.

3* Deleting robocall voicemails 3 times daily is the new normal.

4* The “new normal” is now, after 11 months, the new normal.

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COVID-19 New Normal Stella Quattro Bono

February 13, 2021 1 comment

1* Kitchen floor is so clean one could eat off it in spite of the fact that home meal preparation is the new normal.

2* Mall walking at the Prudential Mall for 90 minutes x 60 seconds at 2 steps per second is 10,800 steps burning about 600 calories is the new normal.

3* Deleting robocall voicemails 3 times daily is the new normal.

4* The “new normal” is now, after 11 months, the new normal.

COVID-19 Stella Uno: Gratitude

January 26, 2021 Leave a comment

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COVID-19 has brought a variety of challenges almost unimaginable 2 years ago. Sadly, “the new normal’ is not just a cliche’ but an all too accurate description of all too many lives.

Gratitude is needed and necessary. Not solely for the morally justifiable impulse of energizing daily life but to rise above the very real challenges of our very long today.

COVID-10 testing, as performed at the Boston Medical Center at 801 Mass. Ave. through the rear entrance, has revealed this blogger to be negative.

Not all are as fortunate.

Furthermore, my lease runs though April 2022 so I have the security of knowing where I will be living for the foreseeable future.

Not all are as fortunate.


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COVID-19 Stella Uno: Gratitude

January 26, 2021 1 comment

COVID-19 has brought a variety of challenges almost unimaginable 2 years ago. Sadly, “the new normal’ is not just a cliche’ but an all too accurate description of all too many lives.

Gratitude is needed and necessary. Not solely for the morally justifiable impulse of energizing daily life but to rise above the very real challenges of our very long today.

COVID-10 testing, as performed at the Boston Medical Center at 801 Mass. Ave. through the rear entrance, has revealed this blogger to be negative.

Not all are as fortunate.

Furthermore, my lease runs though April 2022 so I have the security of knowing where I will be living for the foreseeable future.

Not all are as fortunate.


TIPS FOR BARTENDERS: #3 Job security

January 15, 2021 Leave a comment

Infinite wisdom…

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“Bartenders have the job security of ice cubes.

You’re going to get swallowed,




or just go down the drain.”

Noel Perez, Europa, General Manager/Partner

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