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Charles
 McGregory Brook cascades beneath downtown Peekskill, flowing downhill towards the Hudson River. Gordon Lightfoot's "Rainy Day People" resonates with those who appreciate the companionship of others during the metaphorical storms of life. Meanwhile, the New York Jets, despite their best efforts, couldn't weather the storm against the Denver Broncos, falling short by just one point. It seems Aaron Rodgers, despite his previous successes, couldn't quite be the umbrella the Jets needed on this drizzly day. But just like the soothing sound of McGregory Brook's waters, there's a certain peace in embracing the rainy days and the people who come with them. 
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 Candidates for New York's 17th Congressional District in 2024 include incumbent Michael Lawler, Mondaire Jones, and Anthony Frascone. In politics, as the saying goes, when it rains, it pours is one of those topics often avoided even among close friends. Discovering someone's true nature can be a significant turnoff, in more ways than one.
I have the privilege of voting in New York's 17th District, encompassing the lower Hudson Valley, including Rockland County and parts of Westchester and Putnam Counties. The choice of our Congressional representative is a significant matter. I've been inundated with mail and personal visits from representatives of both Lawler and Jones. Despite hearing what they have to offer, I remain undecided. I'm uncertain about being an early voter, as I'm still undecided about my choices, including for President. However, I am certain that I cannot vote for someone with a criminal reputation, regardless of their peculiar popularity among certain groups I can hardly stand. AOC's endorsement of Jones and her stance on defunding the police don't sway me. Sometimes I wonder if I should abstain from voting altogether, fearing that vanity may cloud my judgment, leading me to choose candidates based on their appearance rather than their stance on issues, which would be an unwise way to cast a vote.  Central Park, Manhattan, NY As I observed hundreds of Israel's supporters marching through Central Park, it brought to mind the Book of Judges, particularly the tragic sequel to the Book of Joshua. The book of Joshua concludes with a resolute declaration from the Israelites: "We will serve the Lord." However, the book of Judges immediately reveals a stark contrast between their words and actions. Indeed, the book of Judges presents a deeply poignant and distressing portrayal of the Israelites' failings and transgressions. It chronicles their persistent defiance against God and His compassionate edicts. The narrative of Judges is somber, marked by conflict, mortality, and noncompliance. Yet, in spite of the gravity of Israel's sins, the enduring and merciful love of God prevails. His arms remain open to welcome His people whenever they return to Him with contrite hearts.  Times Square, Midtown Manhattan, NY If you're feeling disconnected, blue, or uninspired, there's no better place to forget those feelings than Times Square. It's alive with energy 24/7. Personally, I love to immerse myself in its vibrancy during the middle of the night when the city lights make it seem almost like daytime. I've always wished for Times Square and Manhattan to be close by whenever I needed them. Now, that wish has become a reality. It's a shame Grand Central has to close. The 2 a.m. closing time, with the last train to Peekskill at 1:30, can be quite inconvenient for those wishing to stay out all night. Forget Me Nots
-Patrice Rushen  Michael excelled in upgrading the bathroom fan and fitting a contemporary light switch with electrical outlets where previously there were none. The middle of September has come to the rescue with its superhero cape made of crisp leaves and cool breezes, swooping in to save us from the villainous clutches of summer's humidity in the New York area and fog's gloom back in San Francisco. It's like nature's productivity potion, isn't it? Suddenly, the sneakers are laced up tighter, the pens run out of ink faster, and the to-do lists fear for their lives. It's the magical time when even the procrastination bugs decide to take a vacation. So, here's to September and all of Autumn, the unsung hero of the calendar, turning us into the achievers we always hoped to be. Moreover, the electrician named Michael, who serviced the bathroom today, was not only skilled but also quite good-looking. Michael excelled in upgrading the bathroom fan and fitting a contemporary light switch with electrical outlets where previously there were none. He requested a positive review, which I gladly provided with two thumbs up and a perfect 5-star rating, without even noting his attractiveness.  Encountering Leo today, a remarkably handsome and flirtatious man from Valley Brook, made for a perfect start to the day. He was delighted that I recalled his recent journey to Paris for the Olympics.  St. Peter's Episcopal Church, located at the corner of North Division Street and Howard Street, opens its doors to all and provides the needy with fresh vegetables, meat, and pantry foods on specific weekdays.  Black-eyed Susan flowers flourish in Pugley's Park, located outside St. Peter's Parish House, nestled between Howard and Main Streets.  In the quaint soap opera of life, it seems I have stumbled upon a plot twist worthy of prime time. From bean-sorting to gourmet cooking, I've embraced the domestic bliss that once eluded me, all in a town where anonymity is as scarce as a quiet day in Mayberry or Bay City Another World. And who knew that pinto beans preparation for overnight soak could be the co-stars in my culinary show, with a special guest appearance by a younger 'son' who's an old soul at heart? It's a heartwarming tale of transformation, seasoned with a pinch of irony and a dash of small-town charm. Bon appétit!  Another World, my Aunt Lue's preferred soap opera in the 1970s, climbed to the pinnacle of the ratings with characters like Alice, Steve, and Rachel, and it sparked envy for not being The Edge of Night.
  On a beautiful, crisp September day, even window cleaning becomes a task. It's made enjoyable with a fine cup of coffee and the soothing background tunes of Dinah Washington and Ella Fitzgerald on Z100 New York, making the chore less tedious and more bearable. Pleasure follows the completion of work... and even when missing him is at its peak, one finds a way to move on.
Dinah Washington Is You is or Is You Ain't My Baby Is
 When those who are young at heart visit often, happiness abounds. Bliss, that sneaky little emotion that turns us into happy sloths, lounging in our contentment without a care in the world. It's like being wrapped in a warm blanket of 'meh', where ambition goes to take a long nap. And then there are the expectations from him the young at heart, the grand entrances demanding royal treatment – "Where's my fanfare? And my throne?" But hey, juggling too many things? That's just the universe's way of saying, "You're so talented, let's see you do it all at once!" Remember, practice makes perfect, and if you're practicing everything as I am, you're just on your way to becoming a renaissance person.
When I rose this morning...
 The fear of mirrors, especially in the bedroom, can stem from a variety of sources. For some, it's the anxiety of self-reflection, both literally and figuratively, that can be quite confronting when you're trying to drift off to dreamland.
Others might have watched one too many horror movies where the mirror was a portal for all things spooky. Then there is the folklore; some believe that mirrors trap spirits or that they're a gateway for supernatural entities. So, if you're ever feeling watched while you snooze, it might just be your imagination... or is it? Just kidding, it's definitely your imagination (I hope).  The side of Fort Hill along Paulding Street in Peekskill, NY, provides a splendid view of the town beneath it. You ascend to the summit of Fort Hill (nearly mistaking it for Tank Hill, my sanctuary in San Francisco where I spent much of my life) and simply gaze across the treetops into the dark void, recognizing that there are things beyond your reach now, despite them occurring with an attractive individual three nights consecutively, feeling both comforting and troubling at the same time. You attempt to conceal your emotions, to appear detached and indifferent... yet... he is already aware that the pursuit has begun... Therapy can be beneficial up to a certain point. However, after a while, it can become tiresome, akin to pretending in intimate situations. Naturally, this is challenging to do when taking the lead. There's no disguising true feelings. Today, I'm in a state of mind where I'm haunted by the 'should haves.' I could have wandered aimlessly in Central Park, but instead, I kept my appointments in Peekskill. We revisited setting boundaries and issues she, the therapist, raised that I had forgotten. Then, I declared I was fine with everything, when in reality, I'm not, and I voiced my expectation for our sessions to conclude... because that's what I desired. Maybe, just maybe, the old selfish Charles is making a comeback...his way.
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