Deadbeat Dads aka Slug Scum

        Okay I know right away people are saying women are deadbeats too, and yes that's true. However we have a nation of lowlifes who feel if they pay child support, they are so vindictive that it's only for the ex spouse, or girlfriend. Listen up slugscum. Child support pays, helps to pay, medical, dental, psychiatric if needed and if you have mental health problems, your child may too-again HOWEVER, if you have a child not raised like you were chances are the child or children have a better chance.

         You are, pay attention now, slug scum, to how child support is used; Heating bills are higher with children, groceries and more if you have a child with food allergies and milk allergies. Children have to go with the good parent, the sane parent, the parent whose ego has been put aside for their child, the parent whose needs are not first, unike you slug scum, to the grocery store, a doctor appontment with/for mom, and mainly where ever mom goes, baby goes. Slug scum do you understand now? Probably not. Your own wants and needs always came first.

           Your child who is with the wonderful parent needs clothing every year and as much as mom tries to be thrifty, it isnt enough. Your child needs shoes, sneakers, haircuts. You get them don't you slug scum?

           You buy fancy sneakers, tight shirts, probably, sports gear, movies, eating out, booze, cigarettes, haircuts and guessing you don't pay rent but mooch off friends, maybe paying little. I'm guessing too slug scum you have  a parent who has picked up after you financially all your life and now you short weasel you're not even thankful, but expect the good parent to pick up after you by letting it all go as if you don't have to pay for the child you made, or children. I say short because no matter your height, your short. Inside? You have nothing, you are nothing, you are slug scum!

          You, slug scum care about you. You are an actor who can easily pretend to care about a child to others, but as usual its all talk, as always, its all talk. 

       I'm just as sure emotionally your mother has her hand on your zipper, she who controls you, she is the face you see when you attempt to have sex with anyone. Maybe that's why you don't function like a responsible man. A MAN!  A man is not someone who may be, I say may be, an athlete, a salesman of the year, a musician, a celebrity etc. A Man is one who is accountable, responsible for his child and can set a role model figure to pass down, unless a slug scum!

         Statements are heard such as, I have to live too! BS! You don't have to live as if you're only responsible for yourself. YOU don't have to live a life of being able to live anywhere, fly anywhere, participate in anything you want financially, You have bills? HAh! What kind? You moocher! Now the mother of your child has bills, bills for two you slug scum!
           Your car is paid off by someone who picks up the pieces, I'm sure as you probably cried and cried. It's too hard for you to take public trnsportation or walk. You are a moocher and yet you expect your child to live off what? Who? Not you slug scum! You're a loser. Although I'm sure like many you paint a picture of being picked on, that your ex is demaning an unreasonable amount yet it's state logic that orders it you genius moron. You who like many insist you are smarter than courts, judges, lawyers, teachers-oh that's a laugh! Although you earn as much, yet you still want to deprive your child of needs. You are even less than slug scum. A slug is productive. You are not. Hopefully you losers, your mothers will have lessened the grip on your fly, and hopefully her face over time will fade from your bedroom, but I doubt it. It's a mental block you have slug scum. Where ever you are, she is, hand on the zipper, controlling. In the bedroom and out. On the field and out. In your car and out, in your pocket and out,with a girlfriend or boyfriend and without.  In the bathroom and out. How does that feel slugscum? You don't have a thought without her telling you what and how to think!
         You, are nothing, but your child or children with the Good PArent, the sane parent, the sweet parent, the kind and loving, the caring parent, the one who has put aside, fun, ego, dating, living for self-lives for that child, or children. In closing slug scum slides down the drain where it belongs.

Denton & Palant, Brave Cowards, Long Island

           I live out of New York, but am a New Yorker. The crime these two boys and that's what they are, boys committed, could have killed people. Andrew Denton who is 17 from East Meadow and Jacob Palant, 19, of  Syosset decided it would be fun to throw bricks at cars from an overpass above the Meadow brook state parkway in Uniondale on December 26, 2015.
     Two people were sent to the hospital with so-called minor injuries. Injuries do not always show immediately !
      What I want to know is WHY?  Yes, I realize crime goes on all the time and many are thrill seekers, like I think these two selfish, uncaring, unfeeling boys are. What if a family member happened to be in one of the cars and the car crashes, killing a family member of one of those boys?
   Here's my solution to crimes like these and let  kids know now: YOU will be joining the Military once you leave juvie for at least two years. This is for females as well, no reason not to.

Autism-The Amazing Kids Club-Do You Have One ?

     I live not far from a place called The Amazing Kids Club. It's a place for kids, ages up to twenty or twenty -two to come to who have some form of autism. They must however be diagnosed with PDD to get in, at least here with this particular club. If they do not have that diagnosis, a doctor once explained to, will usually make it so.
      In this club there are also many parents involved and they call themselves FOAK, Friends of Amazing Kids. Whatever you need to know, they can tell you or find out weather it be concerned about devices, insurance, therapy and making friends as well as being so supportive of one another. The guy who leads this group last time I went there was a vet and beside his twin sons who are autistic, this man is patient, stern, strong, smart and aware of what parents face as much as what is ahead for these kids.
    This club is in Hanover Pennsylvania. I've looked them up to see where others are available as I wanted one closer to home-don't we all. Hanover was the best choice and so I am glad to have had some time with them, learned about the club, the people who work there and the kids. They have an after school program as well as after school.
   This club offers computers, am inside trampoline, a room with crafts,a touch room and so much more. Summertime arrives and kids get to go out to parks, an ice cream day etc. They also learn life skills at the club.
     If you don't have one where you live, get some people together, get grants and start one. You won't be sorry

Flamingo Eventz, John & Tina Bruno

       I just visited this site again for about the fourth time, trying to look at my schedule and more, to attend one of their shows. John Bruno is one the the appraisers on Market Warriors and known as The Professor. His style of clothes, inflection in his voice, sense of humor and eclectic interests gain my attention. He is fair in his assessments and a respectful man concerned with treating dealers on a same level as he would expect to be treated.
       John's wife Tina is , I think owner of their business Flamingo Promotions LLC.
      You can, and I suggest should check out this business to possibly attend some of their shows, where John offers advice, does appraisals, and lectures, not all at one. While I have not attend a show yet as I just recently learned about this, I know I am going.
    Their web site is
Flamingoeventz.com
    Another important link on their site is Price Miner. I started the process but it does cost 9.99 a month or 99. a year. Right now, not in my budget. But I know I will get it asap. When I watch Market Warriors, I notice the other Warriors quickly look up an item they want to buy and see immediately what it sells for. I can't say for sure it's Price Miner, but I do think it's at least one of their connections to getting a market value.
   Now do yourself  a favor and check out Flamingo Eventz and or Flamingo Productions
     If you live on The East Coast and take time to visit one of John and Tina's Promotions/lectures/appraisals, I am very sure you will enjoy the experience and education. What a great things to pass on to your children and grandchildren!
For sure a family event and by the way, bring a little cash and but something you love, John Bruno's first advice.
 

Mrs. Vitalo, It Really is the Little Things

 What a surprise I received today in the mail and like many years ago when my daughter got the mail and called me, I had to call her. Although from two different people who were married, and I still think of them that way even though Mr. Vitalo passed away in nineteen ninety-nine, I received a card from Mrs. Vitalo and I smiled and smiled.
   A best gift ever for sure.
I know when you talk about gifts with kids, and not all kids, it is the big things that matter, but as we grow, mature and have families of our own we know what counts and it doesn't come in a big package. That's how it was today. This was a small miracle.
      You see the address was wrong. It had a box number on it and an RD 2 in front of it. It was close to how my address was years ago, many years ago. Now my address is a plain four number address without any numbers at all as I used to have. However it was an easy mistake, the 1199AA-used to be 1119A-and in this area mail is not delivered to a wrong address without some return and a correction, a black line through it for sure. So why and how? How did someone decide I was that person meant for this card, this year. Why? Someone up there likes me?
      Mrs. Vitalo, I was always thankful to you for your graciousness . You were ever so kind to Jenny and I, inviting us into your home with Mr. Vitalo. I was the luckiest kid alive to know him growing up, and then, and then to re-meet him with you his wife and some family. Jenny and I had good times, laughs, lunches, hugs and for me, A Yellow Rose. One which Mr. Vitalo picked as you held Jenny back a little so I could talk freely. But I still choked, said little, and was just amazed that I was where I was.
     Mrs. Vitalo Jenny said when we left your home after that first time, Mom, now I know why you loved him all those years. I thought about saying that or not, but yes like many kids I loved him. Like many kids I didn't have a true male role model and it was that kind of thing.  He was a big brother, father, friend and mentor and minister. You know how kids grow and talk about their dads to their kids, well I talked to my kids about Mr. Vitalo. My son once said, Mom I only wish I met Mr. Vitalo.
        Then I told my son how Jenny and I went to the Island and met Mrs. Vitalo. I let Michael my son know how our visits were, and how Mr. Vitalo offered me a beer, saying, hey Nance want to have a beer with your old principal? Well I am sorry I passed that up and thought about it many times.
      Mrs. Vitalo, Thank you. Thank you for the time you gave to me and to Jenny. Even now she says mom, remember.... and we exchange stories about the Island visits.  Just as important and I know I'll misspell this, she loves to say tchotchkies. Anytime she looks for those little heart warmers, she'll call and say mom, I'm tchotchkie hunting. She got that from you. We remember meeting you after TJ Maxx at the Pizza place with that cool coat. You said oh this ol' thing. This is Nicks. I love it; he doesn't ever wear it anymore but it's just nice and comfy for me. It was a light reddish and grey plaid coat with beer barrel buttons and big square pockets. It fit perfectly.
      Well a lot of time has passed, and to let you know Jenny is taking Mr. Vitalo's advice as he said, Jen, Make your money while you're young. She is a go getter, single and living in Delaware. I sent you a couple of cards, and called a couple of times, left messages, but not sure if you ever got them so I decided maybe it was time for me to fade away. So to get this card today. Well Mrs. V. It was just like the first time when Mr. Vitalo replied after I sent him a note while at Penn State.
       Then came a sad time, so sad for you and all his family and anyone who knew him. Sitting in your living room some time later, surrounded by an unfillable void, I couldn't understand how good you could be to invite me; and with your daughter, your grandson all so kind. It was truly heartbreaking. Yet, even with that, you took me to an album and shared his last days with the family. He was so loved, as you are. I was humbled. When people talk about a love made in Heaven, they must mean the Vitalo's, all.
        Mrs. V. I hope to see you in the Spring or before. I love you, Nancy

ch 9 Mr. V Meets Mr. K

        Dear Mr. Vitalo

                     I know you never knew, at least I don't think you ever knew how much you meant to me. I'm sure you meant a lot to a lot of kids, yet I choose to think they were invisible most of the time. That's the way you made me feel. If there was kid in your office, or kids outside the school, and I was passing, I always felt like they were furniture, or like they just didn't belong in this picture.

                                Mr. Korsun Meets Mr. Vitalo

                        It was my seventh grade summer and I missed you so much. My friend Mr. Korsun lived up the street. Even though I was a kid he was my friend and I knew with him as with you if I had to tell my worst secret, he like you could be trusted to do whatever had to be done, keeping my safety in mind. I talked about you so much and sometimes he, Mr. Korsun would do a fake giggle when I'd blush, and act as if he wore a skirt. He would come down off the stoop, walk with knees knocking together on tip-toe, put his hands in the air, and say, oh Mr. Vitalo, you are so nice, in a high pitched voice. He was a truck driver, so picture that. We'd all laugh. By we, I mean his daughter Karen was there and my friend Sandy. I envied Karen as I'd see her walk to her dad, say hi Daddy, kiss his cheek, and he'd ask how her day went, and tell her okay Karen, now go on in and start your homework or say hello to...who ever was there. Sometimes Melvin would come downstairs. Melvin, a relative who lived upstairs in this private Brownstone. I even had a tiny crush on him and when he got married, I didn't like his wife too much, but that didn't last long. All I really cared about was a few fifty-sixth st. people, mainly Sandy, Mr. Korsun, the twins across the street, and my landlord and landlady.
                   His daughter Karen was very pretty with dark hair, darker than mine, had such a nice smile, great teeth, and walked so dainty, unlike me. I walked like my brothers, still do, but screw it. Who cares anymore? I used to wish sometimes I was Karen. I thought with a dad like she had she had to be more happy than me.

                    One summer day I walked up the street and Mr. Korsun was home from work, maybe a day off, and he said hey Kiddo, what's with the long face? He took a long drag from his cigarette and I watched the smoke swirl up and about his mustache as his eyes grew curious and concerned. Through his glasses, he looked so serious, and again asked what was wrong. But the second time, he did one of those finger things? He put his pointy finger in a come here you way...so I got closer and he asked, so what's with that face? I still didn't answer and he then recited part of  a poem, there was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her fore head-when she was good she was very very good, but when she was bad, wasn't that always. My Response? Huh. He burst out laughing with a smoker's laugh, but his husky body shook with happiness for making me simply say, huh.
                   Then I told him, I miss Mr. Vitalo. Mr. Korsun asked me where he lived and I said 224-----Levittown LI -The next words that came from Mr. Korsun's mouth floored me. He said well, why don't we go see this this great Mr. Vitalo. When he said great Mr. Vitalo, he was smiling but I knew he meant it. My heart jumped, skipped, went to my feet and back up again. Really Mr Korsun? But my father won't let me go, I know he won't. Another amazing few words from Mr. Korsun as he said, well, I'll ask him and I bet he'll say yes. My eyes got as big as my face. No, he can't ask my father, that would be even worse.
                 
                  I tried to explain to Mr. Korsun why he couldn't ask my father, and he stood next to me cigarette as usual between his two right fingers,and said, now listen to me young lady. This is what we'll do. He did that a lot with the young lady listen to me stuff. I listened. Mr. Korsun said, I know people just like your father and I know he doesn't want me to talk to him, the bigger they are, the harder that fall so here's what you do...I smiled with a beating and now pounding heart thinking this could really happen. Mr. Korsun said, young lady, wait until dad is in a good mood, when the kids are quiet and when mom is around and tell him Mr. Korsun wants to come down and ask about taking you, Sandra and Karen to Long Island on Saturday for a ride, maybe stop for ice cream or lunch. Just do that first then come tell me, Mr. Korsun said.
                    It was mid-week before I got to talk to Mr. Korsun again about our talk. I walked to him, a grim face. Mr. Korsun said, so what's up kiddo, the ol' man say no? I looked as sad as I could, and then spread a mile wide grin, yelling, Mr. Korsun he said yes, but no ice cream! Mr. Korsun put his hand out to shake my hand and then said now we have to get Sandra's parents to agree and at that moment her parents came down the street with Sandy and her little sister Judy.
Mr. Korsun greeted them both and asked if he could talk to them a minute. They agreed and her father said, but only a minute, my wife has supper waiting. Mr. Korsun asked me to walk away while grown-ups talked. I never knew what was said, tried to peek at smiles or mad faces, any sign of yes or no, but I couldn't tell anything until they walked down the street. I saw Mr. Korsun give a slight nod, and he sat down again on the stoop. I guessed Sandy wasn't going. Her father was pretty strict.
                      I went to the stoop and asked, so Mr. Korsun is it just you, me and Karen Saturday. He looked that serious eyebrow look at me and said, why, you don't want Sandra along? That guy, I'm telling ya, that Mr. Korsun was something. They approved. I was in Heaven. Three more days, I would be with people who cared and I would see Mr. Vitalo and had one person to thank, Mr. Korsun.

                   Saturday at ten sharp I was waiting by Mr. Korsun's red and black Rambler convertible. Then Sandy walked up and next thing I heard was the door opening from Mr. Korsun's house. He said good morning young ladies,  as he switched his newspaper from his hand to under his left arm, smiling and grabbing his ignition key. I sat in the back with Sandy and as we started to pull out from the parking spot, Mr. Korsun turned to me and asked, are you sure you want to go? My heart stopped and I said nothing for one whole second then, what?
Mr. Korsun are you joking with me? No, I was so anxious, he had to be kidding I thought to myself. There it was again, his husky smokers laugh. We got on the belt parkway and Mr. Korsun asked if we wanted to stop for ice cream. I felt afraid for a minute, then said I can't Mr. Korsun, my father said...and he interrupted with I know you can't have ice cream, but you can have custard(which tasted just like ice-cream) or sherbert and this stays with us who are in the car okay? Sandy laughed a big laugh and Karen smiled at her dad.  It felt good having a good secret with good people.We stopped at a Carvels just before we wold arrive at Mr. Vitalo's.

                Finally we arrived and just before Mr. Vitalo's house as we were watching the house numbers in this nice suburban area, Mr. Korsun turned and again asked me if I was sure I wanted to go ahead. I would have gotten out and pushed if that car didn't move again, but as usual Mr. Korsun was just teasing.
Then I saw him. He stood with his back to the street watering his garden. Mr. Vitalo, a school Principal was watering his garden! The car stopped outside of the little white picket fence with vegetables growing. Mr. Vitalo had on a light colored plaid button down shirt and madras plaid Bermuda shorts with sandals. He turned as we stopped and looked just like a guy about to answer a stranger who was traveling for directions, until he saw me and Sandy in the back seat.

               Mr. Korsun stepped outside and said you must be Mr. Vitalo. I could feel my face heat up. Oh no , please Mr. Korsun I thought don't tell him, don't tell him how I feel. Mr. Korsun introduced himself , and both men reached out at the same time to shake hands, and with such  a natural way, Mr. Korsun told Mr. Vitalo how we were just all out for a Saturday drive to the Island when someone said something about Mr. Vitalo living out here, so here we are passing through. They talked some small talk, about the garden and I, well I was watching Mr. Vitalo' legs, feet, hands, smile, his eyes and listening to how the two men who were both important to me in different ways were so much alike. Mr. Vitalo asked how we were enjoying the summer so far, asked Karen where she went to school and then said he had to get back to his garden. The kindness was immeasurable. To this day it overwhelms me. Finally Mr. Vitalo said again after another lapse in small talk, well everyone, I have to get back to my garden or my wife won't give me lunch. Mr. Korsun reached out his hand again, thanked Mr. Vitalo for his time, and apologized for any intrusion.
              After stretching on the sidewalk we all hopped back in the car, yelling bye Mr. Vitalo, bye, see ya in September. He waved and smiled. I watched him as he faded into the distance with a memory that I would remain engraved forever on my heart.
                                        Thank you Mr. Korsun