My little review... Beyond Hades by Luke Romyn

This book has been the hardest for me to review.  It is such a great read I feared my enthusiasm would give spoilers.  Many rewrites for this review I must confess to.

As a tremendous fan of Greek mythology I fully appreciated where the author was going with this story.  If you think you're going to get some slow time between chapters think again.  Luke Romyn takes his readers by the collar and yanks them right into the action from start to finish.

Beyond Hades takes you into time, travel and fierce danger all the while charming you with characters.  You fear with Talbot while he races with time to save mankind and swear with Wes while fighting the enemies.

This book takes you not to just one world but a few, all the while unraveling Greek mythology with a fresh new twist.

Action to the end of the read.  Heart racing and riveting.  Beyond Hades takes you to hell and back, hell again and back and you won't want to get off the ride.

I loved this book and enjoyed it thoroughly not wanting to finish too quick.  Each chapter gave me insight to well thought out characters and a plot that kept me turning the page and gasping for air along the way.

Get your read on and get it with Beyond Hades, here is how:

About the Author:   http://lukeromyn.com/

Have a peek at his site:   http://lukeromyn.com/books

I have been fortunate to read 5 star books one after the other the past couple of months, 3 in a row.  What makes it 5 star... well heck any book that makes me miss train stops, ignore calls, catch my breath and feel sadness when I realize it will end soon - has pretty much earned several stars.  Check out my reviews for the previous 5 star books.  I hope this luck in selecting fine books remains.

Stay tuned for my next read.

AndMore...The power of thank you

A long time ago I read a good book, The power of thank you by Deborah Norvill and it helped me to grow.


I remember at one time working for someone that would have issue with my emails when I used the words, thank you or please.  She would say that what I was writing for was expected and therefore no thank you or please are necessary.

I recently read a Dear Abby column where a woman writes to complain that her husband says thank you for every step of being served in a restaurant.  Including when refreshments are served.

Since I see on a daily basis the lack of gratitude I am all for the Thank you to death.

During my commute, countless times I see someone holding the door for another and the person walking through without so much as an acknowledgement let alone a thank you.  A person (rare as this happens) giving up their seat to someone and not even receiving a thank you.

Just the other day someone called me with a problem with their cell phone.  I had not heard from this person in months.  They call frantic that their cell phone does not work and that the warranty expired.  This is not someone from work.  After spending well over 30 minutes on the phone, all I got was a 'there must be a faster way to fix this'.  I said YOUR WELCOME!

I see more and more people walking about as though they are entitled.  Entitled to be as inhuman and cruel as possible without expectations of repercussion.



To the boss from long ago...  Your constant job displacement may be an indicator of your ingratitude.

To the person that wrote to the column...  You would do well to learn from your husband and be 'grateful'.  He could be one of those cheaters, beaters or worse.

To the commuters...  You're not all that!

To those that think they are entitled... You're not!


Perhaps Deborah Norvill wrote it best with - "Regard¬less of your age, religion, financial circumstances, or any other classification society might dream up, you have within you the tools to allow you to live the life of satisfaction, security, and optimism you long for. That power begins with two words: thank you." - check out her site http://dnorville.com/books.php


I even give a mental note of thank you to those that have in one way or another caused me harm...

Thank you for in doing what you did, I am stronger
Thank you for in your not loving me, I learned to love without expectations
Thank you for in your cruelty I learned to appreciated kindness

THANK YOU!  THANK YOU!  THANK YOU!  For whether in good or bad, I learn, I practice, I live and I move on.

AndMore...I gave you life so that you could live it. ~Maria Portokalosbit

Being a mother is not easy.  It never gets easy.  It gets harder as they get older.

You must educate yourself on putting your child first, inherit the animal instinct to protect your young at all cost.  Then they grow and you must for your own good and theirs ...... release, let go and let be.  It's so hard, I confess that I never not once thought of how hard it must have been for my parents to watch their daughters grow and their need to be released, let go of and let be.  Until I became a parent and it didn't happen quickly, the realization came when my son grew up and I had to release, let go and let be.


We recently went to my favorite place, a small cafe called Fine Grind.  I had not been there in many months and the last time I was there it left me with a sad memory.  I had planned to go there and just write.  Update my sites, blog, vent, write in my journal, the list goes on.  I planned to do anything but think.  However, plans changed and my son ended up going with me.

We talked about life, love and hardship.  I found myself saying things that I had wanted to say but feared I would get it wrong.  That day the words flowed with no pause, no error and plenty of love.


The only thing I did not get to say in a quote but rather in a longer way was the best and profound statement Maria gave Tula in the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding, I gave you life so that you could live it.


I may not agree with some of his choices, his route with love or his manner of deciding things.  But I gave him life so he can live it.  I admire my sons ability to take the hard road and walk through it as though nothing will keep him down.  He falls and gets up without even taking the time to slap some dirt off.  He trudges on... learning as he goes.

Are you happy I ask him.  He says yes with a brilliant smile. I tell him, 'That my love is all that matters to me'.


One of my parental fears was that I would die and he would not know how to make decisions, how to get out of a jam, prevent getting into one.  Fearing his heart would be broken, etc.  But... he started out early and has done quite well in surviving.

For the first time my son asked me what my troubles were, more specifically why was I so sad.  It was the first time I spoke to him about me and my own heart ache.  He listened like a son, a friend and a person that was weighing carefully my words which were hard to speak.  When I was done, my son, my boy...my baby gave me the best advice a man could give.  And in the end... having heard my decision, why I made it and although the pain at times unbearable why I would not change it; he said..... Mom, I'm so proud of you.


I had never heard those words from him, my surprise at hearing it matched his own surprise at saying it.  It was the turning point of our relationship.  The student has become the teacher.  The one that speaks has learned to listen and the one that listens learns to speak.


We may not cook a lamb in a spit in the front lawn, have a ton of family surrounding us daily, or a love story to write of and make a screen play.  We do however have the realization that we were given life and we are living it.

Imagine...my son taught me that pride works both ways and the great feeling does too.

Remind your kids... I gave you life so you can live it.

Why Indie Authors? Why new authors that promote themselves?............. Why not?

Indie Authors are independent of Publishing houses.  They invest their own time and money to market their books.  They deal directly with bookstores from what I can see in Twitter streams, mostly Smashwords, Amazon and the like.  Imagine that!  They write, they create a story, put it together and market it.  Now that's MULTI-TASKING!


I am a huge fan of James Patterson (who isn't), however one must wait for an author to write a book, then wait for the publisher to decide when to let it loose.

Another favorite is Lyndsay Sands (love her take on vampires - ooops Immortals), I picked up one book and had to back purchase all the others of the series.  When I caught up and realized there was more to come, I learned that even though she finished the next installment, her publisher would decide when to let it out to the market.


Indie Authors dictate when to release.  I have read some of the greatest books from Indie Authors promoting their material on Facebook, Twitter and even blogs.  I have some favorites that I cyber stalk to see when their next book or installment is coming out.  I have also learned to appreciate new genres.

Why Indie Author?  Because most are great authors.

Why new Authors that promote themselves?  Because they are telling you first hand what the book is about.  No 3rd party opinion.  Straight from the writer.  Awesome!

Why not?  Well, heck... I can't think of a reason not to give them a try.


This mystery reader has broadened to all kinds of reading and following are my all time fav -

YA fantasy - romance
Raine Thomas - If  you haven't read her Estilorian series you are missing out.  http://rainethomas.com/

Thriller
Claude Bouchard - I am sure you have read my rave on the Barry/McCall series. http://claudebouchardbooks.com/

Horror
Luke Romyn - This one shocks me the most.  I am not someone that would go for any type of horror, whether movies or books.  But I read his first book and got hooked.  I am currently reading Beyond Hades, review to follow soon. http://www.lukeromyn.com/

I mean those are my gotta read as soon as they write favs, but I am also reading new authors all the time.....  and loving it.

I will always be grateful to Rebecca Woodhead, my first hot off the authors hand press read - Palaces and Calluses, it opened these eyes to a whole new world of book shopping.  http://www.rebeccawoodhead.com/

Step out of your comfort zone and try giving someone new a chance.  You don't have to give up the old, just know that while you are waiting for their publisher to decide when you can read it, these authors are already putting their goods out there.

Get your read on!

AndMore...Pipe Down, D cup, The Damn Russian Oh my

Pipe down - for those of you that follow me on FB, you know I have an issue with this.  I mean, every time someone says that it makes no sense.  Just say - SHUT UP!


But this time, I say it in the literal sense.  Let's begin with the alarm this morning.

It went off... damn thing!  I got up and shortly realized the faucets were not working. I grabbed the last bottle of water to brush my teeth.  I attempted the water again and it worked.  I looked in the mirror and decided I have been feeling quite low as of late.  A quick 5 minute facial mask is in order.  I found an avocado mask tube that I had not used yet.

Avocado THIS!
At work a co-worker and I have been having a debate, which is better California or Florida avocado.  I say it's a preference, I like the taste of the larger, prettier avocado.  He is the Haas fan and wants to impose that on everyone.


I layered the mask on - THICK.  I walked to the kitchen (short walk from bathroom) and began to make coffee............no water.  I tried the bathroom faucet...no water.  I tried to shower.....no water. I waited and tried every 5 minutes.  I would be late for work so I just text the landlord.  -No water-need water-fix pipe-late 4 work-NO WATER!


I thought I had some time before he showed up, he is NEVER in the building.  But a few seconds later there was a knock on the door.  I ran to the bedroom without turning on the light and grabbed the first thing I felt in the tote that holds all that is house and sleep wear.  I put on the robe and ran down the stairs.  I opened the door.............................................waited..................................he was still laughing.

His view
I could find a headband so I used a fabric belt from one of the house sweaters.  The long remaining fabric hanging and swinging about my thighs.
The robe I selected was a bright orange with green pacifiers, a sick gift that I actually wear when I know (?) no one will see.
Flip flops


I couldn't stand the obvious hilarity he was having at my expense.  'JUST FIX IT'.  We went upstairs.  He went straight to the bathroom.  Now, I live in an attic apartment, 1 bedroom, it is tiny, the bathroom is a work of art on how they got it in there.  So I have to put my towel, clothes or what have you on the toilet or sink.  I put the clothes I was to wear when I took a shower on the toilet seat cover.  He picked it up to hand it to me when the towel toppled over and there spilled the towel and my bra.  The darn thing just popped right up as if screaming 'THAT'S RIGHT BABY D-CUP'.


I snatched the clothes turned without looking at him and sat on the sofa........ wishing instant death would take me.

Let me tell you something about face mask, it was not created to remain on the face long.  It actually hurts.  I couldn't smile without my cheeks and chin hurting, my neck felt as though something was slowly strangling me.


I went to check up on him and he turned and.........................wait for it...............................you ready................................LAUGHED.
 

I went back to the living room, mentally cursing him and my life as much as possible.


I heard his voice and realized he was talking to someone in his language while laughing through the words.  He was on the cell.  Word was getting out.

It took about an hour and a half before it was fixed.  His cheesy grin in place, he said (I guess he said since I barely understand him), 'it's fixed'.


I walked him out, even though he is very tall, I was able to make his shoulders shaking from laughter from behind.  I had to fight the urge to push him down the stairs.  At the bottom he turned.....cheesy grin in place, I just shut the door on it.  Damn Russian!

For years people have been saying....things will get better.  I have something very important to say to all those people.


SHUT UP!

AndMore...Xanax me and my Dante's Inferno life

Midweek should be a victory feeling day.  You have survived half the work week.  But this is me we're talking about.


How do I feel?
I slept very little, no A/C at work gave me a fierce migraine which in turn made me nauseous.  I got up after feeling like the few hours I did sleep.  There was some trash to throw so I thought I would take it with me, run to the back of the house, dump it and run to the train station across the street.  I had 5 minutes before the train would arrive.


What the F was in that bin?
The landlord has built a wooden encasement for the trash cans.  Each bin having it's own lid.  Recycling is made easy with several bins.  I run down the stairs and to the back.  Two small garbage bags in one hand, a purse and my lunch bag in the other.  I had one finger extended to lift the bin and once I did a long pink tail poked out.  Wiggled slightly and made me SCREECH!  I let  go of the bin handle and heard some serious rambling going on in the wooden encasement, sure that the creature was hopping from can to can.  I THREW the small garbage bags, turned to run.  While running toward the station I got my cell phone out and managed to text my landlord. 'I left some trash bags on the bins. Large animal inside bins. Don't know what kind of animal. GOOD LUCK!


Go toe yourself
I got to the train just in time.  They never wait, as soon as all the people on the platform enter the doors close.  I amaze myself at the speed I ran and at the accuracy of my text spelling while running.

I sat trying to catch my breath, fighting the nauseousness that was still lingering from the day before, hoping the A/C at work would be fixed.  As I took in deep breaths I felt as though I were breathing in alcohol.  I looked to my right and had to blink hard.  Surely I am finally going over the deep end.  Right there across from me in the train car was a woman in clothes one would wear to a club.  She looked to be in her 30s and trying to hang on to her 20s.  The shimmering clothes were making me dizzy.  What really floored me was what she was doing.  She was painting her toe nails with sparkly black nail polish.  One foot on the seats across from her, just stroking the brush as if she were in her own living room.  For a second I truly thought she was that Housewives of NJ, the one that sold a cook book and over turned a table in a fit of rage..

The train stopped and some people came on board.  A woman sat directly across from me, she began to sniff the air like a well trained dog.  'Oh HELL no' is all I heard.  At that point the conductor came into the car to collect tickets, she too sniff loudly.  Found the culprit and the DRAMA began.... although told to stop, she insisted she only had one more foot to go and only 4 toes since she did 'the big one'.  While arguing she completed her task and finally put the offending polish away.


Hair! this is for you
For the rest of the train ride she spent her time twee-zing her brows.  Occasionally blowing the plucked eyebrow hairs toward the middle (aisle).


Great balls of fire
I got to work and what do you know the A/C is still broken.  It was cooler outside.  So.....I have a migraine, I'm nauseous, I'm still wondering if the Possum was in the bins and I'm melting.


Summary
Dante was psychic and when he wrote Dante's Inferno he was having visions of my life.

My little review...Daywalkers by Erica Lucke Dean

Vampires have a different way about them in this online weekly series.  A great idea by the author to write out her story about Daywalkers... weekly and with bonus teasers here and there.

Daywalker is in it's 2nd season and you can catch up online by reading season one.  Victoria is refreshing and one can't help but love Claude and Sebastian (hard to pick which).

The story begins with one question...how does he walk in the day with the sun blaring out?  A secret Sebastian has the answer to, a daywalker you just love to hate.

To answer this question you are taken to the past while reveling the present.

This story has wit, rib hurting humor, sex appeal, blood thirsting needs and the quest to find out how a vampire can walk about during the day without meeting death.

Don't have time to get to the bookstore?  In the rut for a quick read that keeps you going?  Looking for a different vampire spin?  Then check out this site!

This is where http://ericaluckedean.com/daywalker-chronicles/

About the author http://ericaluckedean.com/meet-the-author/

Take a peek at her blog...she's a pip http://ericaluckedean.com/

Bikini wax disaster will always be my favorite.

Get your read on and get it with Daywalker Chronicles!

My little Review...Discreet Activities by Claude Bouchard

This author is a constant five star writer.  His Barry/McCall series is 6 installments in with Discreet Activities as the latest.  If you haven't started this series you are missing out.

Action wrapped plots that just pull you in.  Discreet Activities takes you into the minds of terrorists as well as the people determined to stop them.

Barry has grown comfortably into Discreet Activities group which secretly go where police and government agencies can't.

McCall has done some inner growth as well, accepting the limitations of the police and how Barry and his group can help.

Will they find out what the plot is and where it will take place?  Will they find out in time?  

This book engages in real world type events, emotions and a touch of....Oh, if only we could just do it this way and damn the consequence.

Good luck putting this book down and beware of falling into it's world.  

If you want to bond with characters whether they are good or not so good, take a fast pace to reading, wonder what will happen with every page and just be wonderfully satisfied with the outcome.....then get your read on and get it with Discreet Activities.

This book does not disappoint.

Get the book and this is how http://www.amazon.com/Discreet-Activities-McCall-Series-ebook/dp/B0073KAZAU/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1338304119&sr=1-1

About the author http://claudebouchardbooks.com/

Check out the trailers for the first 5 books here http://www.claudebouchardbooks.com/trailers.htm

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AndMore... Commuting is WAR!

Come along with me, let's walk and begin the 'Commute'.


First you must prepare for battle.  Mentally put on your shield, your helmet and make sure your sword is not dull.  Stand tall and hold your head up smiling will get you killed.


The walk to the first train is a short one, thanks to my new abode.  The wait however can be short or quite long depending on how well the NJT lights are working that particular day.  This is the only train you will find a seat on, take one quickly and don't look at anyone, this train harbors the mean spirited, you will see most of them at the end of the day when we return.  They will be meaner.


Five stops later and a packed train gets us to Secaucus which is a maze of humans shuffling along.  Zombies look livelier.  The departure/arrival signs are old, the machines that collect payment and ticket are new.  The workers stand in the way, no one knows why.  Just follow the mass, they are all going to NY.  Always follow the mass.  Go up two flights, turn a couple of times, don't slow down you will be stampeded.  Go down two flights and stand in the middle of the platform.  You will not know until the last minute whether the train will arrive on the left or the right.  You WILL not get a seat, don't even try, your goal is to get ON that train.


When the train arrives don't worry if you don't know where to go, it doesn't matter.  The MASS push you along, you are squeezed within strangers whether you want to or not.  A husband wishes they could get that close to you at least once a week.  Don't stand still in the train, find a spot.  One against a wall or lean in a corner.  DO NOT STAND IN THE MIDDLE.  The perverts and the angry ones are always there, touching as if by accident....it's not accident.  There will be shoving as if by a force unseen. Keep your head down, don't look at anyone.  It will just start a feud.  Just rest while standing our trip is nearly half over.


When the train arrives NY PENN Station don't look left or right, just aim your eyes on the train door.  No need to concentrate on where you are going, the herd will shove and trap you to the one direction...the escalator.  If you are lucky it will go quickly with minimal body damage.  Now brace yourself, we will have to go up another flight of stairs and walk a long corridor with hundreds of people.  The main exit is another flight, take them quickly or you'll be trampled.  Once at the top move quickly to the left and from there it is two blocks to the subway.  When we cross the street just hurry and yes...people will intentionally aim for you from the opposite direction.  Just push through.


There!  You see, we made it to the subway.  Don't give the peddlers money or you'll go broke in a couple of days.  All kinds are in there from the mother with the baby asking for milk money, the man with expensive jeans and sneakers saying he has been out of work for a year (he's been saying it for 3years) to the singers and dancers putting on a 10 second show.  Just look down.  Try to get a seat but don't bank on one.  It doesn't matter if you're in front of the train door, once it opens people will push you out of their way.  Everyone thinks the same.  I MUST GET A SEAT.  Especially those on the train for one stop, those are the worst, they will literally shove you over.  It's five stops to our exit, just look down and don't use any electronics.  I have seen someone punched in the face for their device.


Here we are!  Now we only have to walk 10 blocks to reach work.  The upper east side is another world.  Crossing the street here is like the Spartans at the start of battle.  You must reach the corner through dog walkers, nannies and other people getting to work.  Just look ahead and aim for speed.  Once at the corner there will be a stare down.  Those on the other side are warning you with looks that they intend to trample you, you must stare back viciously, if you are lucky they fear you more then you fear them and once in the middle of the street they will move out of the way.  You won't be able to walk around as it will be like a wall of people.  GOOD LUCK!


WAIT! There is a particular corner where a female cop directs traffic.  Watch her closely as she only cares about the cars, there have been many near misses with people crossing while paying attention only to the light.  Watch her as well.

LOOK!  We are almost there!  The gates to the campus!


Well?  I hope you fared well.  Now let's sit at our desk and take deep breathes to calm ourselves, our day has only just begun.  Happy 9AM, we get to do that commute all over again at 5 and the people are tired and even meaner.

Thanks for sharing that commute with me.  How did you like it?

AndMore...Officer... NJ... the thievery and lies... Oh Why?

I grew up in New Jersey, I have moved to a few states but always found my way back.  Much of the charm long gone I have come to realize this is not the state to retire in.  Not the state to afford insurance.  Not the state for fair treatment of people.

My darling niece came to visit with me and stayed a few days.  The time together was both special and refreshing.  On a Saturday night I drove her home.  Since we planned a few things for the day it would be late when we headed to South Jersey.  She lives about 2 hours away.  My poor knees can't handle long drives anymore, so a Saturday night would be just right to take it slow.

We got to her town in good time although the hour was late in the night, 10:30.  As soon as I got off the exit I noticed two things.

1.  There was no one on the road (Rte 9)
2.  There was however a cop in his car parked in the Supermarket lot across from the highway

I made the right out of the exit and went straight on Rte 9 for about 1/2 mile, the required left turn was coming up.  The cop was now coming along my right and passing me.  At the light is a lane just for left turns, then 3 more lanes to the right of it.  He was two lanes from me.  At the green light I made the turn.  Not too long after I saw the cop behind me and with the light on, considering no one else was on the road I could only guess it was for me.  I pulled over.  A young stiff cop approached, highly upset that I 'almost hit his car and only missed it by an inch'.  He repeated this several times.  I could only stare in shock at the blatant lie.  He asked 'didn't you realize'.........This is it.......the moment.....when you could ignite the situation further and contradict a cop clearly looking for a fight or just swallow your pride.  I swallowed until I choked.

The lie
Long story short, he asked for my paperwork, while reaching across to the glove compartment I kept a vigilant silent prayer 'please don't let him be a crazy cop looking for trouble.'  My niece said 'you didn't do that'.  I told her to be quiet.  In my nervousness I dropped some papers.  I had my license, registration but the insurance card was expired.  I knew that just days before I had put the new card in the compartment.  But I could not find it.  He took what I had in my hands and stormed off to his car.

My niece asked 'why don't you tell him he is lieing'.  I answered 'because he has a gun and an attitude, that's  a bad mix.'

I'm not one to use a race card, actually I detest that it gets thrown around a lot but the reality is there is racism.  It exists and sometimes it wears a uniform.

The second lie
'I'm going to let you go on careless driving and not give you a ticket.  I am giving you one for not having the right insurance card.  You can either go to court and fight it, which means coming back here and paying the ticket plus traveling cost or just go online and pay the $30 ticket fee.'  He smiled.

I thought 'he accuses me of almost hitting me but gives me a ticket for the card......whatever' at this point I just want to get my niece home and leave the South.

Lost faith
Turns out the ticket can not be paid online.  It is a mandatory court appearance, a $187 ticket plus court fees.  Miserable, lying cop!

Court
$11.25 in tolls and $30 in gas later....
You and any bag you carry are searched then ushered into a tiny court room that looks like it's falling apart.  The prosecutor aside from the search happy cops are the only ones in there.  A line is formed where everyone is given a choice by the prosecutor.  Your choices are the full payment of the ticket or a reduction plus court fees, you are encouraged in a round about way to take the guilty plea or you would have to return after pleading Not Guilty.  Most optioned Guilty.

The sad truth
The fees are a scam.  People with accidents paid less then me.
The process is the same as an assembly line at a factory.
That court must have met their monthly quota in that morning.
You just take the easy way once you realize even to fight for your right means traveling back and forth, paying an attorney and still hoping the Judge is in a good mood.
Court completely depends on a Judge's mood.

Conclusion
I hate South Jersey
It is sad when you both fear and despise the people who swear an oath to protect you
It is sadder yet when those people are pathological liars
I still spent over $100 just in reduced ticket and court fees
I couldn't head North fast enough

AndMore... Can't touch this!......Shalom

Many years ago when I was a teen and working my first job, my boss was the co-owner of a leather brief case distributor and a Rabbi.  I made the mistake of reaching out to shake his hand when he JUMPED back!  The secretary later told me women could not touch him or vice verse.

I was massively confused...  he was married and had a couple of kids.  For a long time I wondered how those kids came to be.  How could a wife withstand 'never' touching her husband.

Present Day


The train from Secaucus to New York was late.  People on the train were getting anxious, train delays was the excuse given through the pager system.  When we finally got to New York a man dressed all in black, wearing a Kippah and a black western hat along with a long black trench coat...fell.

When the train doors opened he rushed out.  The train from Jersey to NY has quite a gap from train to platform.  On occasion that gap could be quite dangerous.  He never looked down and his foot got caught between train and platform.  He fell and the fall was not graceful.  His hat flew off, his face hit concrete and his brief case went flying.

I was directly behind him.  Instinctively I went to grab him...............but.............that memory of years ago came back.  Can I touch him?  Should I let him fall?  Can I help him up?

During that mental questioning he completed the couple of rolls on the concrete and I just stood there.  On the platform staring.  The rest of the passengers jumped over him, went around us but none stopped.  Not even his fellow Jews.

It bothered me....still bothers me....


I spoke to my co-worker, telling the above story.  He said he took a Human Sexuality class in college.  He said they in fact don't touch women and concerning wives they have sex with a sheet between them.

I said - 'For that reason alone I would convert'.  Why would I stay in a religion that did not allow human contact with ones own spouse?????

On the way home I began to think.....  If he were falling into the track would it be alright then to reach out and grab him?  If he were choking are women supposed to just watch????   What is up with the sheet????

I felt a whole new appreciation for human contact, for my spiritual self and for being the woman I am (well, with the exception of just staring at someone fall and roll).

In the end the conclusion was................................COMMUTING SUCKS!