Posted in Prose, true life

Boston On the World’s Mind!

You know, there are 36 places around the world that answer to the name ‘Boston!

In the U.S.

there are 16

you probably never knew!

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South Africa’s 2, Uzbekistan’s 2,

well that’s 4 more in the brew!

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Of course include 2 more in Ireland and Colombia’s 2!

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But even adding the UK, Italy, Jamaica, Peru to the mix!

We still have 8 more places

needed …

to get our total fix!

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Posted in true life

Hal’s Believe it! Or Not!

Some Moon trips are partly one-way!

I developed and managed projects of from 6 to 50+ computer types with varying degrees: mostly in computer science. We developed computer software for the U.S. Department of State for various Bureaus, Offices and the Overseas Embassies.

I had a programmer who had a Doctorate in Computer Science who I had to move off the project because he could not write a simple computer report program. A program that could be written and tested in less than eight hours!

My boss could not believe it!

I could not believe it!

Think deeply about this!

He had completed Bachelor’s, Master’s and Doctorate’s programs in a major university. And yet he could not write a simple computer program!?

But my boss called me a week later and said, ‘You’re right! He can not complete anything!’

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Well!

Maybe there is a valid explanation!

You see he was into Transcendental Meditation!

He once told me he had been to the Moon.

To which I unwisely replied,

Next time bring me back a Moon rock, please!

Yes!

I truly believe he had been to the Moon though his mind. But on the return home he left something significant behind!

Posted in Stories, true life

My Sicilian Nonna’s Evil Eye!

It has oft been said that a picture is worth a thousand words.  Well, ‘submitted for your approval,’ is a lovely picture of my Sicilian grandmother, Catherine ‘Merlino’ Barbera.  

It is shown below. But first be warned though! View with extreme caution only after deep prayer!

But first, I submit Rod Serling’s famous introduction to his circa 1960’s “The Twilight Zone” TV show to first set the mood!

          There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call … The Twilight Zone!

I also submit some choice words about Nonna Catherine to add some old-world Sicilian spice and flavor!

Nonna Catherine was blind in her later years.  She also did not speak any English at all.  When I visited her as a little child she would just examine my face with her cold, rough hands and mumble in a Sicilian dialogue.  A scary experience for me at the time, indeed!

Being blind, she spent most of her time in her second story bedroom.  She was usually mad about something. So she would loudly pound her bedroom floor with her cane to get attention.

It was rumored that she was a ‘White Witch’.’ That she freed people from curses given to them by someone else’s ‘Evil Eye,’ let alone her own eye(s)!

Her food secret ingredients, choices and recipes were different.  Some to ‘die for’ like her ‘salsa di pasta e zuppa di polpette!’  And some to ‘die because of’ like her:

—Delicious blood pudding

—Fried or pickled pig’s brains & yes,

—The whole-damn-chicken soup.  

Luckily, the feathers were first plucked off!  But most everything else was left floating in the large pot!

She also liked to put pin holes in raw egg shells and suck the contents out through the hole.  

Drinking milk and such directly from the bottle was a given.

And finally, I suspect that she may have skewered a house pet or two!

Animals seem to avoid her house at all costs!

But enough said about my Nonna’s Sicilian ‘il Addamsino Famiglia’ adventures!

Next section, please!

Posted in God, Family, Friends, true life

And Butterflies Do Fly!

(Revived from my previous deleted blog)

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My wife, Judy Barbera, dreaming of butterflies in Nova Scotia, Canada.

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Sebastian Barrera, grandson, a Healing Touch … artist and Renaissance Boy

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Deangelo Barrera, grandson, God’s Creation … entrepreneur extraordinaire!

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Amy Barbera, Inspirational Singer and Songwriter, “Make Me a Butterfly.”

Songs available on YouTube!

http://AmyBarbera.com

Also Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, and beyond!

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Julie Barbera, Author and Life Coach, Inspire Yourself To Action!

“Cracked Mirror, Clear Reflection”

https://inspireu2action.com

InspireU2Action.blog on WordPress.

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German Barrera and family, the Barbera-Barrera Clan.

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And finally! Whose the Geek!

Posted in true life

The Price of One Drop of Blood!

From the “History of the 304th Infantry Regiment,” Forward:

Frank Knapp, Jr: Soldier, Chaplain’s Assistant, artist on the line from Normandy to Berlin: father-in-law!

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Was that all the time which had elapsed? Six days in February and twenty days in March—a grand total twenty-six.

It did not seem possible; only 26 days. From the Sauer to the Rhine: from Luxemburg and through the vaunted Seigfried Line, across rivers and mountains, over the winding Moselle and, with another long leap, over to the river.

TWENTY-SIX days—and what was the cost? In records, in army files and tabulations, in cold figures of tactics and deployments, this would add up to unemotional columns of figures of KIAs and WIAs and MIAs, of battle-lost equipment, of supplies, of rounds of ammunition.

But the real cost was not there.

It was in the hearts and souls of the youngsters who within a short few months ago had been in school, normal and carefree, who had left all behind them and who nevermore, in heart and soul, after Orenhofen or Noviand or Maring or Hosten or Hotsthum or Alsdorf could ever be completely young again.

The cost was in the very smallest drop of blood, of blood to be shed on foreign soil—since, once the first drop has been shed, the value of it could not ever be exceeded by succeeding drops, a paradoxical truism if ever there was one.

This price, this cost was beyond measure.

And the soldiers, being just what that said — never stopped to measure this price.

Measure the price?—of what?—of proving that our way of life was right?

You couldn’t ever put a price on that!

And so they did the most natural thing in the world for soldiers to do. Being at the Rhine they set their vision on what lay beyond the Rhine.

They itched to get across it!

They itched to get at it!

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