The Good, The Bad, and The Retired

Bicycle Dreams Ever since I moved out to Far Rockaway and began walking Rockaway Beach and the Beach Boardwalk, I'd been thinking about cycling. I especially watched people wheeling by, only to notice their bikes locked up just outside the Shop Fair market, easily bicycling back to my same apartment building, grocery packages hanging from the handlebars, in a fraction of the time it took me to walk there and back.  And too, I'm one of those people who say, "I will only pick up these six items this time.  I'll come back to the store another day for the other stuff." Yeah right. Of course, I never do.  I always end up filling my little basket to overflowing with all kinds of crap and trudging back to my apartment laden down with like a thousand pounds in my backpack and carrying multiple, heavy plastic bags to boot.  Every-damn-time I do that.  I can't not do it. "Now if I had a bicycle...." I'd start thinking.  But, with my meager...

What is "White" anyway?  Ask a dozen people what the definition or ethnicity of 'being white' is and you'll probably get twelve different answers (unless it's a baker's dozen).  Some will say German, some Aryan, others will just refer to the skin color, some will say Scandinavian.  Nobody really seems to know.  Truth is, we're all just a big, fat mix of different races. I'm part Mexican, Choctaw Indian, and Scottish...I drink like a freakin' fish, eat lots of beans, love Mexican food, used to wear moccasins, have a pony tail, and well...drink like a fish.  But, my skin, although I do tan very darkly, is essentially white. So, as such, according to some people, I am privileged because I am white and little black, brown, and yellow people hate me. Well screw that. To my knowledge, I've never in my life been selected for a job based on my skin color.  And...I've gotta say this...if anything, now it's quite the opposite.  Be...