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Ed O"Neil is looking door there he is in his 70s I think.

Is this a younger William Erickson?

There was a doctor one of the hospitals at which I worked and he wore a bad toupee. One day coming into the hospital he slipped on water at the entryway. He was wearing a hat and the toupee and the hat went in one direction and the toupee in another. A doctor walking in behind him picked up the hat and the toupee=, stuffed the toupee in the hat and then plopped them back on the sprawled doctor's head without missing a step. The toupee wearer seemed nonplussed by the situation and got himself to his feet and also walked off. As a witness, I was just surprised at the grace with which they both handled the situation.

. Glad you had a good experience with your toupee.

Shave it all off and if necessary start selling billboard ads for the forehead, because even those would look better than any toupee.

I pay full price and consider it a lesson learned. If I go to a restaurant and do not enjoy the meal, I still pay for it, even if they did not have any more of the special for which I went there specifically. After the session, I tell the escort politely, that it was disappointing for me, if indeed it was, I have a good imagination and a wide variety of tastes so I am usually able to figure out something fun to do. Even it was fun, I would comment that although I had a good time, next time, if there is to be a next time, I need him hard as a rock and a juiced as Sylvester Stallone when he was Rocky.

Though not sure it was a crush, Vince Edwards of Ben Casey,

Once again, the question is not if you think he is a racist. That is a Given: you realize a lover is a racist what would you do. Move one. Talk with him about it. Ignore it. Some other choice. My take on your response given no other information would be that you would advise me to do what you would do since you do not know the people involved..

I took it that he was talking about buying the model in the first picture, who is very well Hung or Huang perhaps.

Your response here does not address the question and imperils this being moved to the politics section. So take your "ideas" to a more appropriate thread. Thanks.

It would probably get to thinking about what they look like under their clothes. It would be tittilating but as long as they are doing their professional work to a high degree of professionalism, it would make no difference to me. There is a well respected surgeon at the hospital at which I work who was a resident in training when I first arrived at this hospital more than 30 years ago. At that time, it was well known that he made extra money as a male stripper. It has not colored my referral pattern now or ever,.

Just like with seeing pornography, I know racism when I hear it. It is unnecessary for me to repeat it to have you agree that it was racist, or to have you disagree for that matter. It is true that there are things which can be said which most would consider intolerable. What is clear to me is that his comments in person and on Facebook are more racially charged over the last few months and the degree of venom seems to be increasing.

Perhaps because NJ has had a marked decrease in CoVid cases, the restaurants near the beach seem to be quite busy. Granted it is hard to make small talk with the wait staff when you and they are wearing masks and trying to keep a reasonable social distance, I met friends one day, had lunch with an escort friend on another day both times we were seated outdoors and the weather was reasonable. Om neither occasion were there people near us. These particular restaurants have had outdoor dining prior to the pandemic, so it did not seem peculiar. One of the places did set up a bar in its parking lot and people there were not being very safe. We did not sit anywhere near there nor did we interact with any of the people from there. I will be dining in mostly. but on occasion, I may head out to a local place.

Very sad. Hopefully his notoriety will further publicize the real danger to all who contract this disease and undo part of the WH spiel that very few people die of this disease. As time is going by, we are also seeing deaths in patients who have cleared the virus but have had significant organ damage. Just this week, I had a 37 year old patient come in with a cold leg from a blood clot three weeks after he finally tested negative for CoVid after a prolonged illness. His leg was amputated, as was the case with Mr. Codero, but my patient's fate is likely to be better. I am sure they would dim the lights on Broadway for him, but the virus has already done that,

Very sad. Hopefully his notoriety will further publicize the real danger to all who contract this disease and undo part of the WH spiel that very few people die of this disease. As time is going by, we are also seeing deaths in patients who have cleared the virus but have had significant organ damage. Just this week, I had a 37 year old patient come in with a cold leg from a blood clot three weeks after he finally tested negative for CoVid after a prolonged illness. His leg was amputated, as was the case with Mr. Codero, but my patient's fate is likely to be better. I am sure they would dim the lights on Broadway for him, but the virus has already done that,

. As I worked in a PACE program which is an all inclusive health care for the elderly. I was part of several 100 b day parties. Even when the celebrant is aware, you are correct in that the party is melancholy at best.

. As I worked in a PACE program which is an all inclusive health care for the elderly. I was part of several 100 b day parties. Even when the celebrant is aware, you are correct in that the party is melancholy at best.

People breaking into song at a moments notice is not likely to be a definitive source of reliable information about anyone. This play was based on Hamilton's life, but it is not a reenactment, merely one talented man's interpretation of how Hamilton's life could be turned into a musical. The expectation should be of a good night's entertainment, which this is, and not any more of documentary than West Side Story is a true tale of gangs in the 50's. I seriously doubt that Thomas Paine The Musical would be any more reliable regarding his actual life and times, but if you are not busy, perhaps it could be a quarantine undertaking.

While you could not be there, I hope you know, and I speak from the experience of a person who was there for someone's Mom as she passed from CpVid, that there was someone there, feeding her, talking with her and making her passing just a bit easier. My first patient to pass from CoVid was a 85 year old woman and during her last three days, I went in a lunchtime to feed her and speak to her. Though she ate, she did not speak but I could sense that she heard me. I tried to be as comforting as I could be under the circumstances. I wasn't family, but I was there so she wasn't alone. I hope that your mother had a similar gentle passing.

My mother died about 17 years ago but had she lived, my family would be celebrating her 100th birthday today. During my childhood and through my early teen years, my mother's birthday and the coincident Fourth of July would be a major family occasion, outstripped only by Christmas and possibly Thanksgiving, My mother and father bought a house in the suburbs of NYC, actually in NYC, just in suburban NYC and July Fourth was the day that the house was at its most utile. My father was a man of the times which means I never saw him, wash a dish, clear a table, do laundry, or cook. Except for the Fourth of July. Of course cooking was grilling, as grilling was the only way a man could cook in the fifties and early sixties. So on Independence Day, my immediate family and all of my mother's siblings and their children and assorted others would arrive en mass for barbecue, outdoor fun and family celebration. We had an overground pool, round and about 8 feet in diameter and 4 feet tall. We had an above sized average back yard, well above average for NYC. The house had been built with the back facing abandoned railroad tracks. Across the tracks, identical houses were build facing in the other direction. The tracks were about 10 feet below the grade on which the houses were built and there was about 10 yards of property between the back borders of the houses. There houses were build in a row of 54 houses and basically the "gully" between separated out the neighborhood. When the railroad decided to sell the property, they offered the land to the home owners. In reality, there would not have been another buyer for the land which was surrounded by back yards, with no entry and which was 1/2 mile long and 10 yards wide. So most of the home owners on both side bought half the property, eventually filled it in and extended the back yard. So, my house had the expansive by NYC standards back yard and a pool and about 50 relatives and friends each fourth of July. The youngsters would get in the pool. The adult men would stand around and drink beer and talk and smoke cigarettes and tell bad jokes and the adult women would gather in the kitchen and laugh and exchange the family news of the day. All the while my father would get the grill started and throw on some burgers franks, perhaps some Italian sausages and then ribs and corn. My mother of course, would have prepared other food and at least one pasta dish. Of course pasta was not called pasta back then, unless you were speaking Italian, Eventually, we would all stand outside and eat off of paper plates with the juice of the burgers sapping whatever small degree of integrity the dish had. And invariably, soon after most of us had finished eating, one of the men would splash one of the women with the water from the pool. There would be a screech and a retaliation. Soon, fifty people were running around with cups and pots full of pool water and the garden hose would be uncoiled as a major weapon. Again, like Old Faithful, one of the women or perhaps one of the smaller, younger men would be tossed in the pool. Others would follow either voluntarily or involuntarily until only one hold out was dry on the sidelines. Attempts would be made to cajole that person into surrendering voluntarily to the fate that was sure to befall them. There was the perfunctory refusal and then the mass attack of wet Italo Americans bearing down on the outlier and the eventual fall to the ground, the gathering of the limbs and torso and the triumphant splash. There was always laughter and howling and people out of breath. There were threats of revenge and covert alliances between relatives who under other circumstances barely spoke to one another. Every towel In the house would be used and as the sun headed down, most would get back into the house, shivering but mostly dry. Cake was served with coffee and then about eight hours after it began the family would begin to leave. This being an Italian family, everyone had to kiss everyone else. There was no hiding from the aunt who was a sloppy kisser, the uncle with the rough beard or the stray relative who liked garlic just a little too much. Many of the people who attended those parties are now celebrating wherever it is that those who pass from this realm party. Each of those of us who remain here probably have some special memories of these parties. In celebration of my mother's 100th birthday, I grilled some burgers in the back yard. I turned on the garden hose and sprayed myself. I have to say, that it was an accident that it happened but it did feel totally planned by someone somewhere not here. I enjoyed the sun. I took a dip in my bathtub. (I do not have a pool above ground or otherwise). If I had planned the celebration, /I would have bought a kiddie pool. I ran around the backyard with my dogs. All in all, I had a quarantine party that will be a memory. It will not be as sweet as those parties when I was young, but under the circumstances, I was glad I was able to get out and enjoy the day.

I prefer the whole nine inches.

Fell asleep midway and during a sex scene, Either the movie is really bad, the sex is really bad or I am really old. I think all three are true for this,

Awhile back I hired a since retired escort, Darius in DC;. He was lender muscular and very animalistic. The hotel I stayed at was a Klimptom, Rouge I believe, and they supplied a zebra print robe in the room. After a very sexy romp, he went to shower and I asked him to return wearing the zebra bathrobe. I thought it might be hot but I was as wrong as you can get, I told him to take it off not just because his body was such a turn on but also because the robe was such a turn off. Still I managed to thoroughly enjoy the second half of our visit. When I was in DC recently, I stayed at the same hotel and they still had that robe in the closet. I am not sure, but it may be that they have it in each room.

In the last several weeks, I have found out that two men I have known and fucked are racists. In both cases, it came as a surprise, In one case, I have known this man personally for more than 10 years and though I knew him to be conservative politically, I recently have begun to follow him on Facebook and have found his posts there disturbing, The other, an escort I have seen once or twice in the past contacted me about possibly making a trip to my area, During that conversation he made a few blatant racist remarks, Now I had no difficulty telling the second man that I was not interested in meeting up, but the other is someone I have known for a long time. I am inclined to stop the relationshi, great sex and al, but I am surprised after more than 10 years to find out about this and I am wondering if I should explore this with him,

Four years later and still have bad things to say. That sounds like a grudge, that is why I said it, but I did not say it of you and I like to leave things said in the way I mean. I am sure you agree/