In my own little bubble

I posted a video to Instagram of a boat coming into shore in our little lagoon where I live in Miami, in February. Someone sent me a message telling me that it’s 17 degrees where they are and that I was being cruel and teasing them. He was kidding about the cruel part, but it made me think. When I post things I’m sort of thinking of my own little world. I told him I’m in my own little bubble and not realizing there are others our there seeing the images or even reading this blog post.

I know people from all over the world read me. Once I was stopped walking down the street and a guy asked me, “Are you Tom Falco?” When I told him I was, he introduced himself and said he was a reader and follower of mine from Liechtenstein! That’s a country near Switzerland!

When I’m in New York City, which is often, I don’t think about home. I took photos of the snow this past November and posted photos on social media, but I never though, “Hmm, what is the weather back home in Miami as I am here in the snow in New York?” Am I the only one who does or doesn’t do this? Is it selfish to just be in our own little bubbles?

On the other hand, I have the weather on my phone from different cities I like and I look at that often, I wonder what the weather is like today in Albuquerque for instance, but if I’m out in the snow in New York or on a boat in Miami, I’m not thinking of Albuquerque at the moment.

I guess we are living in an Instagram world, which is a selfish bubble world.

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My experience with ESP

I used to will things, you know, manifest, but not on purpose, I did this way before “The Secret” came out, I would just say or think something and it would happen. Often, not every time.

I also used to have a very good ESP. And this weekend I had a really good one. What I mean is that I was at Starbucks and as the girl was making my drink I noticed my friend Hank sitting outside. He hadn’t come in, he was just sitting at a table. I was thinking to myself, “Oh, there’s Hank, I have to stop by and say hello.”

As I am thinking this, the girl is putting my drink down and she calls out, “Hank?” And knowing that was my coffee, I asked, “Hank?” And she said, “Oh sorry, I mean’t Tom.”

How about that? She read my mind.

In the past more than once at a drive-thru place like Wendy’s or KFC or something I’ve looked at the menu from my car and thought that I would love to have something but changed the order when I got to the window. And when I got the order, it was the original thing I had thought of but never ordered. This has happened maybe four or five times over the years. Interesting, no?

I wasn’t looking for compliments

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I saw this Peanuts comic strip over the weekend and I wish I had seen it and copied it a few months back. You see I approached the head of one of the syndicates, the top guy, and I asked him to look at my work. I felt that it was not getting seen because they would reject my stuff so fast, you know, not even having time to look at it.

His response was, “I’ll be glad to look at your work, but I know you’re looking for compliments and that’s not what I’ll do.”

I was sort of dumbstruck and I would have sent this comic strip in response if I had known about it at the time. I was sending him my work for publication, not to get accolades.

Needless to say, he didn’t like my work, he put it down in not so many words and that was that. That’s the day I gave up on syndicates and decided to just go it alone.

I know it’s been a long time coming, but I will be publishing my Tomversation comic strip/panel soon.

Trimming our trees

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Our trees needed a haircut. One palm had too many coconuts and they were quite heavy so we had to get them cut down. These tree trimmers we use walk up the tree using these sharp clamps on their shoes, they dig into the trunk and up they go.

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Usually this is done before hurricane season in May or June but we ended up doing this after the season was over, which was a mild season this year.

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The coconut water is delicious, these are young coconuts so the water is sweet, the young coconuts is what coconut water comes from, older, more ripe coconuts produce the water/milk and the meat. I remember when I was a kid, I would take fallen coconuts on the beach, break them open and rub the water on my body as sort of a coconut oil, used to get a tan. Not a good idea,  but I did it.

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My neighbor Carl enjoying the coconut water. It looks like he’s blowing a shofar or a conch shell, doesn’t it?

Last Train Home

My favorite all time Publix commercial.

This commercial ran for a few years from 1987 to 1996 and every time it came on, I would stop what I was doing and watch. It’s part of my Christmas memories of my youth and it’s just one of those things – a song, just like a smell, that brings you back to another time.

The music in Last Train Home is from Still Life Talking an album by Pat Metheny Group, released in 1987.

To this day, when Pat Metheny is performing, he’ll refer to the song as, “The Publix song.”

Holidays in Small Town America

We spent Saturday in Southhampton, NY, one of the Hamptons at the eastern end of Long Island. They had a Christmas parade and tree lighting with fireworks. Something so special in this small, quint town. 

People crowded the parade route by the thousands, they hung out of bars with drinks, all bundled up from the cold, mind you.

At the end of the parade, just like clockwork, everyone moved to the end of the block to a park where the tree was ready to be lit. After a few speeches, there was a countdown and the tree was lit.

Then there were fireworks behind the tree for about 15-20 minutes. So much fun. Small town America during the holidays!

Thanksgiving week in NYC

I’m back in NYC for Thanksgiving week. I noticed that one of my best friends, Santi, is in town from Miami, I saw his posts on Instagram, not sure why he didn’t notify me but we’ll hang out and have fun. This video above is last night’s ice skating at Bryant Park, it’s a little long, but I had hoped the music could be heard because the skating is so in sync with the music – Barry White singing, “Can’t Get Enough of You.” It was so loud, filling up the park, but for some reason, it is not very loud here.

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A few Octobers ago, Santi and I ended up here together, too. His wife was coming but she got sick and there was a Nor’easter or hurricane or something on the way, so she never made it. Luckily neither did the hurricane.

So Santi and I and some of his friends had a ball. We were all over the city every hour of the day.He showed me so many things I had not seen or known before, and I thought I knew every inch of the city. I saw the Lady in Gold at the Neue Galerie, which I had never seen before, the painting or the gallery. I remember him getting into an argument with some tourists who were from a country who as supposedly communist at the time, he just started yelling at them in the museum when he heard they were from whatever country it was.

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Since it was October, four of us went to this Oktoberfest at a German restaurant in the east 80s, I believe. We drank a lot of beer and ordered this pile of meat. It was a huge platter full of everything you can imagine – pork chops, steak, knockwurst, whatever, tons of meat! And I try not to eat much meat in my daily life, so it was something for all of us to get through the pile of that meat.

It was a fun week, he had stayed at a friend’s in Greenwich Village so we spent a lot of time down there. I’m hoping for a repeat of all that this time. We’ll see. I may drag him to one of my favorite museums today – the Museum of the City of New York, which is in Spanish Harlem, a quirky neighborhood I think he would love. 

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