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Time to Recover – Part VII – Going Home
That last night in the hospital was uncomfortable but at least I wasn’t woken up so many times. I did wake up to use the bathroom around 17 times so I guess that could count as my walking for the night. Hell for the day. The temperature in the room was a balmy 95 degrees and if…
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Time to Recover – Part VI
The sun did rise. The clock had its arms back and I was able to eat and drink. My head was still throbbing and there were still a lot of tubes connected to my body in strange and unwelcome areas. I had made it through the night and I picked up my cell phone to see a…
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Time to Recover – Part V
Long Nights Journey… Saturday night was a strange and long night. I have often written, spoken and sang about times quick pace. Although there are 24 hours in a day which are very precisely documented; when looking back on months and years we could swear against all evidence that the clocks had been accelerated. My…
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Time to Recover – Part IV
The morning was just like every other morning, only cooler. Much cooler. I walked towards the El on Avenue P and looked around as I did so. My soundtrack that morning was George Michael, “Listen without Prejudice,” song playing was “Praying for Time.” “And it’s hard to love, there’s so much to hate Hanging on…
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Time to Recover – Part III – A Time for Repairs
As I write this account of the past six weeks or so, six weeks that saw me thinking I had an ulcer one moment and then waking up from a quadruple bypass operation; I write it from the perspective from the future. So, forgive me if I get some facts or actual events mixed up…
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Time to Recover – Part II – A Time for Repairs
I left the Doctor’s office and began to walk towards my car – parked a block away but it felt like it was a mile. I knew I needed to tell something to my two older sons just to let them know I was going to the hospital just to get checked. “Don’t tell Grandma”…
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Time to Recover – Part I – A Time for Repairs
A Journey towards a personal “Do Over.” By Freddy S. Zalta Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. – Dylan Thomas On March 4th I was climbing the stairs from the…
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The Good Guys Won
The soldiers had been trained; the plans had been executed thousands of times before. They knew what they had to do and in the late morning of Friday March 8th, they began their assault. They were the good guys – it’s easy to tell the difference between good…
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A walk through Union Square
A man with a horn, Broadway and two golden men not named Oscar. New York City…love it.
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Waiting on that Q and Them Stuff of Dreams. by Freddy S. Zalta
I would always walk away from my old friend feeling that we have been given the opportunity so many have had taken from them. I would walk away feeling that I was a thief of time – having wasted whatever time had been allotted to me. I would walk away in awe of people who…
