Saturday I rode on my bike from Brooklyn to the Intrepid Sea,Air and Space Museum on W46th street and 12th ave.  Now that I don't have a truck anymore I have to go on trips as far away as possible from my neigborhood (which is brownsville aka "hell on earth) or I'll go mad. So today I made up my mind to go visit the Intrepid.

It took an 1 1/2 bike ride from Brooklyn to 46th street on the far,far west side. After parking and locking my bike I went inside.  Admission price is about 16 bucks but military people get in for free (I'm in the IRR which means I'm in the inactive ready reserve), and vets get in for a reduced price. After touring the ship and the sub, the Growler, I have to say that I give the Navy sailors their props because I don't know how in the world they could live in such a confined space! May be ships are more roomy now, but from what I've seen from the Intrepid it must of been hectic. Even the beds were small (sailors must of been rail thin in those days, but as always  the officers get the largest beds and the most space just to remind the enlisted people just how low ranking they are).  I can just imagine when they had battle stations, there were potential trip hazards every where! I'm glad I'd joined the army and not the Navy. I couldn't live like that. But I guess conditions improved over time but I still couldn't do it. I like solid land thank you very much.  Plus the Navy have too many uniforms to my liking.  But I'm not hating on the Navy because I don't want to get angry mails from Navy people. I'm just saying you have to be strong in a different way to live in conditions like that.

After the Intrepid I went to Borders bookstore near columbus circle on 58th-59 street. I stayed there for an hour. After that I planned to go and take a walk in Central Park but it got cold and it looked like it was about to rain so I rode my bike back home.

A reflection about mother's day....   

Mother's Day. If my mother was still alive she would of been 53 years old.

My aunt would of been 55 years old.

My Grandma would of been 90 years old. 

I try not to think about Mother's day too hard. It reminds me that the people that I care about are no longer here to buy flowers for.  Now I could buy flowers but that's just too many graves for me to deal with, and Mother's day is suspose to be a happy time. Spending the whole day visiting graves is just draining. So I made up my mind to do something esle. Do or buy something related to what my mother, Aunt,and Grandma liked. It's better than putting flowers on graves all the time.

The first thing that pops up at me about my aunt was that she liked Tina Turner. So I brought a Tina Turner greatest hits CD.  Grandma always cooked big meals on sundays so I went food shopping this morning for food to cook later on, and for my mother there was a ton of things to choose from so I picked the very first thing that popped up in my head. It was this large Buddha Statue coin bank my mother used to have that was stolen by our crackhead cuisin. My mother was really ticked off about that. From what Grandma had told me about the rest of the story, she had to hide the Bacardi Rum because if my mother got her hands on it in her condition, we would of had a repeat of the landlord incident (long story). So I wanted go to china town in Manhattan and look for a Statue that was simliar to the one my mother had. I put a hold on that one until I get some money,because I hate it when you see something that you like and don't have no money.

So you people out there that have Mother's be greatful for what you have. Don't hate on your mom because you don't know what can happen.

"I ain't letting her go 'cause she's all I got."

Tigoness