It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, October 31, 2024

Port Jefferson ...11777

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Without any 
of its long-term residents
being my blood-relatives,
 no zip code on Long Island 
holds more fond/funny
and life defining
memories than
 
All of those memories
are within very short
walking distance
of this image
 
***
I could bore you to death
with a mini-recital 
of those memories
but I will list only one:
 
On virtually
every Wednesday night
in 1970,
a middle-aged man
would treat his
college-student son
to dinner at a 5-star restaurant
in downtown Port Jefferson
 
Their precise meeting place
was the square-shaped lounge
in the middle of the dining room
 
The first of these Wednesdays,
the Stonybrook junior
arrived late
because his doobie-loving
girlfriend had a dormitory room
to herself...

"Sam, your dinner table is ready."
"Thank you, Amos."

But the tardy sstudent
 lingered behind
—for one minute—
because never before
had he been 
in a five-star restaurant
without both parents
and two sisters et al
 
When he walked 
into the dining room,
he said
"Daddy, you left these two dollars
on the bar."
 
"Paulie Boy,
that $2 was left there as a tip."
 
Both father and son laughed.
 
"I'll be doobie-damned, Daddy,"
I said.
 
 Then Paulie Boy
 returned the money
to where it belonged
while adding a dime
that had been
in his pocket.
 
It never happened again
and I don't give
a fart's ass
about the friggin' banner
visible in the image below
because the cropped
American Flag
alongside it
guarantees 
you can have
friends
with different
political views
 
The photograph
was taken from
the parking lot
of the world-famous
 
The photographer is
 
 
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