Just Saying.

God kept sending boats.

Meanwhile natural disasters kept on coming.

God said to Noah, "How many more boats do I have to send before people start noticing?

God told Noah to build an ark and gather the two's.

The big Flood came.

And only he (Noah)  and the pairs of animals survived.

Some Questions as the Old Jewish Year Draws to a Close

1. Why am I still alive?

2.How do I dare ask such a question?

3. Why do certain people who are so dear to me hate me so much that they refuse either to see me or to speak to me?

4.Why am I sitting here all alone "eating" meals on wheels food and wondering if the growth on my chest is cancer. (Probably is.)

5.How many cancers is too many cancers? Oh enough already!

6.How come whenever I hear that whistle blowing, I know that the train filled with perverts is coming straight to me? 

7.Why did we invade Iraq?

8.Why did we have the right to kill and maim thousands of innocent Iraquis, including women and children?

9.Why should we not expect more terrorist attacks? (See #8.)

10.Is treason still a crime in this great country?

11.Is using an idiot wrapped in a moron as a candidate for you-know-what just one of God's little jokes?

12.Is the carbon level so damaged that earth no longer has a chance to survive?

13.If so when will this Henny Penny story with a horrible ending occur?

14.Can we really colonize Mars?

15.Will martians some day find our fossilized body parts and yell "eureka"?

16.How long will it take earthlings to destroy the planet Mars?

17.Why have FB and the Internet (including this piece) become instruments for inviting danger?

18.Why don't they send all the cybersexters off to a special island for unique new offenders? (They can cybersext (what a word to add to the King's language!) with each other til the end of time, which may not be long. See #12 above.

19.How go on living? I know: Put on a happy smile!

20.Do you have a survival kit?

Just Asking.

On the other hand: May we all be inscribed in the Book of Life for a happy and healthy new year. How much more expiation for our sins are we all required to do? L'shona Tovah. and d'ats all my friends.

Chris.

Five letters. Yet they evoke an era: the mid- to late 1960's at Columbia University, where I was a student at Barnard:

1.The young man who told me that fluid beauty is as important as static beauty. The same young man who used poets as authorities; in this case, Theodore Roethke. See "I loved a woman ... ."

2.A person who loved the female mind as well as the female body: the original male women's libber.

3.A man who drank all your fluids, and left you bone dry. The person who then located you in the library the next day, and later filled you once again to a level that to this day astounds.

4.The one who taught you that the way clothing felt was as important as the way it looked.

5.Someone who proved that you could show love in many ways without ever uttering the word. "Our relationship survived because we did not define it." Though we never used the word, love pervaded and defined everything we did together.

6.A student of the human condition who knew change was coming. On the most personal level: I, a Jewess, could marry him, a Christian, without losing my parents.

7.A young man who lived by axioms. The one I remember the best: An unplanned pregnancy leads to a happy and joyous marriage. No questions asked.

8.A person who understood the causes and significance of the student riots of 1968 much better than I did.. We weathered those turbulent nights together in my apartment on W. 114 St.

9.Someone who smoked way too much.

10.A man who died at a very young age from a quick and sudden bout with lung cancer.

In blessed memory, Christian Scott Ward.