June 24th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor
Oh, lovely ruin
Cobwebbed and careless,
Curtained with ivy
Lovelorn and stairless.
Empty of dream
Dusky with slumber,
Awaken for me
In wide-eyed wonder.
Show me the shadow
That fades on the wall,
That once was your mistress
For I’ve come to call.
The absence of chair
Cushioned with velvet,
Leaves simply the floor
Where I sit while you tell it.
A fable conveyed
In whispers and groans,
Oh, lovely ruin
At last I’ve come home.
June 23rd, 2011 by Michael Tabor
I am looking at a picture of a gaunt and emaciated man in a white jump suit being taken away by the Suffolk County Police Department on Long Island for the senseless killing of 4 innocent people. He was arrested yesterday along with his wife at his home in Medford, NY which was only 2 miles from where the murder and robbery (only pharmaceuticals were stolen and no cash) occurred which was at Haven Drugs – the local pharmacy. His wife, Melinda Brady, just 29, is being charged with third – degree robbery (she was in the car of the Pharmacy parking lot awaiting her husband as he cold-bloodedly murdered these people).
Why? Why did he have to kill anybody? I have so many questions and I am profoundly perplexed because this young man committed an act so atrocious and now has ruined so many lives yet he had no history of violence and was liked by all who knew him. How could David Laffer, the same man who only four years ago proposed to his wife to be at a New York Islander game commit such a heinous act of prodigious proportions and presently leave the whole neighborhood and the whole of suburban Long Island stunned and aghast. Not since the notorious Amityville killings, in 1974, in which 6 people were murdered and was the basis for the film and book, has there been a mass murder of this magnitude.
This is why people leave the city – to get away from the mayhem and crime and have a chance to be cozily nestled in the suburbs. Furthermore, this happened on a Sunday, not at midnight but 10 am on Father’s Day no less. I cannot imagine any of the victims or anyone for that matter feeling any sense of danger or alarm at that time or place. This is not supposed to happen here! Nevertheless, sadly, it does and a fatal act of violence could occur anywhere.
I am now looking at the picture of Jennifer Mejia, 17, and I have a lump in my throat. She was supposed to graduate from high school today, Thursday, June 23, 2011 and instead she is being put in the ground and laid to rest forever. She had her entire life ahead of her and just like that, the most precious gift of all, her life was taken away from her in a split second. No college, no boyfriends, no marriage, no children and all because a homicidal drug addict who had a permit (Yes NRA – in your collective eyes it was all peachy-keen for Laffer to own a gun) elected to do so and had the wherewithal because he had a gun.
The other victims were Jaime Tacetta, 33 and Bryon Sheffield, 71 who were customers, (why kill the customers? Why kill anyone?) And, the pharmacist, Raymond Ferguson who was 45. Irreplaceable, precious, and beloved individuals are gone forever; their families, friends and loved ones are scarred for life; as well as the community. This horrific mass murder has traumatized all of Long Island in fact. This has left us all puzzled – this happened because a near-death-looking fiend with a gun wanted drugs.
I will end this Op-ed blog by raising a series of questions, which I will surely be writing about as topics in it of itself. Anyone who knows me or who reads my blogs on a regular basis knows that I am vehemently opposed to guns of any kind. How many people have to die before we start sternly regulating guns? I drive through my suburban neighborhood and I see gun shops; this literally sickens me. The drug problem in this country is in epic proportions; we have an epidemic on our hands. What are we going to do about it – especially with prescription drugs? Could drugs turn a decent man into a killer? I, personally don’t think so. Although people said Laffer was a nice person 4 years ago, I do not buy into it. I could under no condition take the life of another except in perhaps a life and death self-defense situation. I think this statement resonates with all good, law-abiding citizens.
Everyone say a prayer for Jennifer Mejia, Jaime Taccetta, Bryon Sheffield, and Raymond Fergusen. R.I.P.
June 22nd, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor
Where do I start
To draw out the words
That have not yet begun
As thought ?
To do as I ought
And pen these lines ?
In the cloudless mind,
In the soulful eye
Of some passerby
But denied invitation
To the heart.
Shall I then begin
To do without
The poet within ?
June 19th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor
Many years have passed since I lost my father but his presence is still felt in my life. You might refer to my poem entitled, ” Conversations With My Father” dated 5/11. He lies buried in a lovely rural cemetary that hugs the side of a mountain in upstate NY. The same mountain where he loved to spend his weekends in a tiny house. The house is mine now, where my husband and I often spend our weekends whenever we can. I regret that the two men I have loved most in my life have never had the chance to meet and I know the picture I try to portray of my father will never truly be recognized.
He was a man who adored his daughter, like most father/daughter relationships, and my earliest recollections of the two us us begin on Sunday mornings with trips to the carousel. He always carried a pint sized version of my favorite candy bar in his pocket that he’d present on our walk from the parking lot to the carousel through the woods. This scene was repeated over and over until I guess I got too big for that sort of thing. One day I learned that the hundred year old carousel had burned to the ground but that they planned to build another in its place. I was reminded that although we try, we can never truly replace that which is lost. And so it is with fathers.
My father always carried a picture of his mother in his wallet. She died when he was just six years old. I would always ask him to show it to me and he always willingly obliged. I would stare at the lovely young woman in Victorian dress and marvel at her beauty. After numerous requests to view the treasured photo, one day he removed it from its plastic sleeve and handed it to me. I could scarcely accept. I knew how much it meant to him. I purchased a beautiful antique frame for her where she remains to this day, cherishing his most prized possession as he had cherished her.
He always told me never to leave the house without money – “Aways carry a $20.00 bill in your wallet – you never know when you’ll need it”. When my father died, my mother wanted to give me something to remember him by – she gave me the wallet. In it are old pictures of us as youngsters, an old hunting license, his drivers license, by now long since expired. In a secret compartment is a $50.00 bill. I borrowed it once and replaced it as soon as I could. It’s become a ritual now and again when I’m short of cash. It’s my way of saying “Thanks, Pop”. You always promised to take care of me.
June 17th, 2011 by Michael Tabor
Do what you love and do what you do best. This sounds like a joke but Larry Flynt, the notorious pornographer, offered now former congressional representative, a job paying 20% more than what he was making as a lawmaker.
I will blog about the outrageous Larry Flynt sometime in the future but on this blog, I will concentrate on Anthony Weiner. Mr. Weiner and his wife of 11 months are seriously worried about their financial future. I asked my wife what employer would hire a man like this and my wife quipped kiddingly that he could get a job in the pornography industry. I laughed heartily and no sooner did I hang up the phone than a news story on Yahoo appears about Larry Flynt, the founder and creator of the hardcore magazine - Hustler, offered the once very important lawmaker a position with his company with full benefits. Wow, I immediately called my wife and gave her a new nickname – Carnac the Magnificent. We had a good laugh and then it just struck me that this on one level, yes – is hysterical but the truth of the matter is this so stupid on Weiner’s part and unspeakably sad for his wife, Huma Abein.
Ms. Abein married a very respectable and rising star in the world of politics and now he is the laughing stock of the late night talk shows, your local shopping center, and just everywhere. Moreover, just to add salt to the wounds the name Weiner just magnifies the stupidity and humor of this story. I am serious, this story has legs, and I assume it will go away in a week or so but it most certainly was the talk of the town for the past month.
What makes this story so – I wouldn’t say tragic but deplorable is the inane act. It would be less offensive if he took a picture of himself completely nude (not much though) instead of just a snapshot of his reproductive organs. This is something a little boy or a teenager would do; my goodness” I’ll show you my privates if you show me yours.” I understand that human sexuality is a very complex phenomenon and different acts affect people differently and it’s a private matter between two consenting adults. However we are discussing a supposedly serious, important, and responsible legislator who does something that even if one were a sanitation worker is despicable. (No offense to garbage men, I think they are hard-working men doing what nobody wants to do but must be done).
I may be onto something here when I say an important man behaving so inappropriately is probably aphrodisiacal to Anthony Weiner. Well, I’m not going to armchair psychoanalyze Weiner so I will just wrap up by declaring that I am in agreement with everyone who asked for his resignation. If he had an affair or an off color fetish that was kept private then that is one thing and none of our business, however he crossed the line by if I may use a phrase “fornicating in public” and that is an act for which the public ought not to stand.
So now it is your turn – WHADAWETHINK ? Should we give Anthony Weiner another chance or do you agree with me that he went too far? There is a lot to discuss, let’s have fun with this one.
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