Germans and Migrants disagree in Chemnitz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QiTVtNzgR0

Last night I went to the Kendall to meet a movie enthusiast who did not show

I'd put an ad on Craigslist to meet someone to go to movies at the Kendall and got a couple of replies. But essentially some people have nothing better to do than send fake replies. That is simply the truth to their vapid existence. Literally nothing better to do. Pretty sad really. So I waited for an hour and then took the subway back to my car. They don't realize I have a life that is not dependent on them showing up or not. Neither is my mood affected by them. It's slightly annoying and kind of entertaining to be angry with them, but it's no big deal. I actually enjoy the fact that Karma will catch up to them. What they do to others, will be done to them by someone at some time. Certainly it is not just me who they try to fool. - Today is a new day. I'll have to be more careful about who answers any Craigslist ad.

Seguin has not been scoring as expected.

They thought he would come into the NHL and score a lot of goals, so perhaps at least 25 a season. In the days of Bobby Orr, guys would score 50 a season. Goalie pads were smaller in those days. But I watched film of Seguin scoring in his Junior hockey days and he would get a pass and put the puck top shelf or into the open side of the net.

The old neighborhood

During Junior High my friends were a group of kids from the other end of the street. One of the primary focuses of our existence was Ted's Lego set which was the most extensive of anyone we knew. Clicking those little plastic pieces together was not only colorful but magical. Ted made some amazing flying spacecraft out of those things that were the envy of every one of us. We also spent quite a bit of time playing street hockey which we all enjoyed. Now and then things would get rough and the other guys parents would get angry because I was bigger than the other kids. Anger aside, once I got into High School it was a kind of right of passage that I not spend much time with those guys. I had to reluctantly agree and they became closer friend's with each other. I began spending more time with Paul from all the way down the other end of the street who was my own age. We watched the Bruins a lot and there were always Red Sox games on at his house as well as the Sunday movie of the week and Soap Operas. We had to watch All My Children a lot as well. I lost track of Ted and the old gang though I did not forget them. Life just kind of threw things at you and you had to accept them.
Paul spent a certain amount of time over the farm up the road and it was there I met Dana, the son of the owner. He drove the tractors all around the fields and we all played softball next to his house with the girls from across the street, all of whom we thought were beautiful at the time, even too much so if that were possible, and it was possible. Suddenly we had reached an age where through newly found foggy glasses of the heart, they had gotten very beautiful indeed. Life it seemed was now capable of new highs and new lows as well. But once that summer ended, the girls had more exciting things to think about then us locals. They too were getting more involved in school and all the guys there. Dana and I ended up gathering the cows out in the field and helping Tom bring them into the barn at afternoon milking time. Tom let Dana weigh the milk and pour it into the huge tank that lead into the bottling plant.
I took some long walks out back in the pasture and came home with my clothes stinking of cows which my mother made sure I changed as soon as possible. On my walks through the fields, I contemplated the utter sadness of the loss of the great summer of softball with the girls. Had any time in life been more profound than that? I waited hours across the street on the farm just hoping they would come by and hang out with us. I built a small plywood and two by four cabin down the back which got me out of the sun and most importantly, the rain. It also offered something that became increasingly important with age, solitude, time for contemplation, another newfound addition to being human. People actually spent time thinking about things and trying to analyze the what and they why of it all.

Black ice and bicycles

I don't get the whole ride your bike through the winter thing. Is it that thet completely reject fossil fuels? And if it is health, well how healthy is a crash on black ice. A friend of mine rode all winter. He crashed. Inevitable. So how about saving bicycles for nice weather. Take a walk. Ride the bus. Yeah you have to sit next to strangers. Hey. Would it kill you? Could you muster a "Good morning!", if you had to? It's hard enough to WALK on black ice. I mean, come on now.

Packed into subway car like Sardines

Ever ride a rush hour subway car? I hope the electricity does not fail while you need a restroom and think your stop is moments away. The subway car this morning was jam packed. There was no room to move and if some poor slob snuck in a fart, forget about it. All bets were off. They obviously know nothing about food combining when they eat. But saeriously, you're dressed to the hilt for the cold winter weather and packed into a subway car. Just don't obsess about the electricity going off. That is tooo long a ride!

So here we are at almost the longest day of the year

We wait months for the weather to get warm and dry and then the longest day has almost come and gone. What's up with that? - Across the street from work they are tearing down the eyesore of a building that has been there since some land owner with no taste and a paid of Zoning Committee put up a hideous looking shamble of brick, sheet steel, and just plain horrendiosity that has been hurting our eyes for much too long. A tasteful office building will take its place with some green open space out front, trees along the sides, a cafe and nice big windows. - Took a walk at lunch on the Boston Common. WTF. I mean they are doing construction and getting very little done. Middle of the nice part of June and the place looks horrid from the State House. Geeez. But the train ride was nice and I talked to Shanna on the way who was heading from my office to a doc in Brookline. She's from Jamaica. Love the accent. Her use of Neily Wheely when I walk in upstairs gets all manner of comments from the other women in Claims that she works with. She then giggles and I say, "I'm ok wit it mahn. Jus be leavin da woman alone denn." - Rode the Sportster to the train this morning.