Archive for the ‘Dreams’ Category

Recalculating !

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

My greatest image of mom, was of her sitting at our extra large custom-made kitchen table and writing letters. She wrote thousands of letters. One day as a young boy she took me around the block to the nearest mailbox and “taught” me how to mail a letter. Those blue mail boxes had those awkward steel “tamper-thief-proof” flaps that screeched when you opened them.
“Always, always double check, to make sure that the letter has gone down. Open the door again to see.”
I had now become her mail-boy, so I really knew that she was a letter writing MACHINE.
Sure enough, one time, I opened the flap and someone elses mail was STILL sitting on the flap!
The dumb bastards didn’t have a smart enough mother to teach them how to properly mail a letter.

If mom were still here and healthy, she would have loved the digital world we live in now. She just missed eMails and the whole world being connected to a computer.
She would have loved Facebook and chatting and that you could “instantly” see photos or videos of your children or grandchildren.

MORE TECHNOLOGY UPDATES: Someone loaned me a navigator. I am simply and beyond belief amazed. Where has this thing been my whole life. I have been described by all my friends, family and children as being “directionally retarded”. I have lived in New Jersey my whole life and I just don’t get it. I’m lost everywhere I turn.
BUT NOW, I have this sexy voiced woman (I call her “Rosy, because she sounds like that maid on the Jetsons) telling me where and when to turn. I have been going up and down New York and Jersey the past few months and now, because of Rosy, I have no fear. I have saved gas. I have discovered new quicker routes. And I have fallen in love with this intelligent, sexy “woman” that sits on my dashboard.

If I had a navigator FOR LIVING LIFE, I wonder……would it take me the long route? Would it help me avoid “DETOURS”?
“Don’t take this job, George, you’re gonna regret it!”
“Look out for this one, George, she’s just using you.”
“Recalculating!”"Always make sure the letter drops......"

a birth of a new day

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

5:50 am Spring Lake NJ

5:50 am Spring Lake NJ


My boys have spent the last week at a friends house down the “Shore”, pool, beach and water park. So I went to pick them up and instead of fighting traffic Saturday morning, I zoomed into the darkness and slept on the beach in Spring Lake. The “Irish Rivera”, my old home for three years.
I will not exaggerate to say that sleeping on the beach behind the turned over lifeguard chair was a “spiritual experience” last night. Looking up into the crystal clear blackness was a million stars. The waves were high and rough. Off into the north east from many miles away, I could see the incrediable flashing and rumbling of a far away thunderstorm. I woke up from many dreams in my snuggy warm sleepingbag. A little alone. A little scared, but what I really couldn’t believe how FREEZING cold it was. The whole mechanics of HOW a good sleeping bag really works just amazed me. My own body heat was keeping me from being a big chicken and running back to the car.
I SURVIVED the icy night. I watched the sun come up in slow motion. A new day, like a new baby, coming out of the water, oblong at first, almost distorted, was just so amazing to me how the sky changed so many red hues.
Then the “morning people” came. Dog walkers, surfers, ocean khakis, and fishermen. I talked with some that came over to me, still nestled in my “camp”.
People do care. I felt that way when I read some of the comments when I came home from the beach. I miss everyone. I am so proud of Bonnie. I wanna hug Paul. Kiss Grant and Greg. Dance for Bernadette and Barb and go boating on a strange lake somewhere in south Florida.

green dream……Entry for January 19, 2009

Friday, May 15th, 2009


I woke up this Sunday morning in a slow-motion glazy kind of way. Late morning. Tossing around several dream that I couldn’t leave behind in the clouds of sleep. In one dream Mom had just purchased a brand new home and the whole family was admiring it from the outside. It had some really cool high tech satellite dishes built on the side of it. “Now I can keep track of all of you.” she said with her wicked smile. Inside we all walked around together as a group. Almost like a tour group in a museum. Now we all walked into the Great Room. Cathedral ceiling and skylights. She was in the loft looking down on us. Everything was dark green. The fresh paint and walls were deep dark and rich like a forest. The upholstery was striped olive green with specks of orange. The ceiling to wall drapes were heavy and dark, it almost felt like night. All the hanging art was green with wooden green frames.
Outside on the deck our family gathered. Drinking and smoking. Laughing at Glenns jokes and memories. Aunt Carol was there and she seemed so much younger and thinner. She was wearing a green flannel shirt and her laugh boomed above everyone elses as usual. She had this silly smile on her face as she walked by me but I grabbed her and hugged her. This is where my dream got real freaky. Because it wasn’t a dream when I was hugging her. It was very very real. My head was in her huge bosom and I started crying. I don’t know why.
I woke up because suddenly she was gone. It startled me. It was real I thought and looked out the window at the falling snow.

An open apology to the entire family………..Entry for June 30, 2008

Sunday, May 10th, 2009

ONCE…..a very long time ago. It was a very dark hot night in the Summer. Whitman street. Carteret NJ. Everyone was sleeping.
Except for me.
All I wanted was something cool. Something really magical and wonderful.
In this dark sleeping house…….I wandered…..alone……and frightened that I may be caught.
In the upstairs hallway I placed a jar. Full of “lightening bugs” that I had captured earlier. Hundreds of them.
And in the middle of the upstairs hallway….I opened the jar….and let them out.

It wasn’t as magical and wonderful as I thought. Everyone was sleeping anyway.
And the next morning there were hundreds of dead bugs everywhere.
It was pretty disgusting. It was me. I did it. I am deeply sorry.
-signed
George

Dreaming in Black & White….Entry for May 30, 2008

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

In this dream I was a kid in our house on Whitman street in Carteret NJ. It was Fall because everything was black and white outside and inside even our pets. Mom and Dad were at Liberty Bell betting on Joanies Ponie. I was scared. Not because of the trees outside but because Carol and Rebel were watching usbut that everthing seemed different. The cuckoo clock in the recroom was broken. Kenny Gitter was knocking on the door but we weren't allowed outside. I didn't want to go out there anyway. I wanted it to be the future. I wanted to be grown up, so I could do what I wanted. I was sick of bunkbeds and "Teddy Bear Hartman"

GCH DREAM #499 for September 29, 2007

Friday, May 8th, 2009

In this dream I was walking home from work very late at night on the streets of New York City. I had a nice shirt on but I was only wearing my underwear and no pants. They were “tighty whities”. The streets were deserted and windy. A large black Cadilac SUV pulled up along side of me. It was Tiki Barber. The power window rolled down, “Get in!” he yelled above the howling wind and dust.
TIKI: (smiling) I saw you had a Giants cap on.
ME: Is that why you picked me up?
TIKI: (smiling) No, you looked cold in your underwear.
ME: Tiki…..why did you retire from football?…..I mean damn you were doing so good!
TIKI: (smiling) Man, did you ever go to a REAL football game?
ME: Did I ever!
TIKI: (smiling) Dude, I know. I seen you up there every damn Sunday. That was a trick question.
ME: Oh.
TIKI: (smiling) Listen. It wasn’t all me ya know. I had FIVE offensive lineman weighing over 300 pounds plowing the way for me….well, I did have some damn good moves, incredible strenghth….and I did run like a deer….
ME: (Holding my hands up to the heat blowing vents) Tiki….you didn’t retire. YOU QUIT!
TIKI: (smiling) GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY CAR DUDE!

And then I woke up.
"Why did I quit the Giants one year before their finest historical year ever?

GCH DREAM#489……………… Entry for July 3, 2007

Friday, May 8th, 2009


I was sitting in a stainless steel waiting room filled with faceless people. Everyone was playing with their cell phones—the adult pacifiers of human tension. (im connected(ireally am) The only window was open with heavy flapping plastic curtains. Outside was endless dirt roads and orange trees. The sun was skipping behind white cotton clouds. Inter-continental planes flew dangerously low…almost like crop dusters. I was almost ready to climb out the window when…”Don’t go out there fool!”…a faceless bearded man said. I want to pick an orange. Stop the car Susan and pick an orange. “There are NO MORE oranges you dumb bastard. Haven’t you heard? All the bumble bees have gone away!” I climbed out there anyway and hung outside. My hands clinging to the window sill. My feet feeling for the ground. I closed my eyes tight and just let go. It seemed like I was falling forever when I realized that I was standing in a green field in front of my sons school. He was so tall he was able to look me straight in the eye(not many people can do that to me) I didn’t recognize his broad shoulders…..he looked so dapper in his suit. “Congratulations, son….you made it…..you are moving on.” I tried to put my arm around him but he wouldn’t let me…..maybe because of his friends. He turned and walked away….silently…..just walking away. And then I woke up.

Moments I found…..Entry for October 27, 2006

Friday, May 8th, 2009

Moments I found forever over the long wedding weekend: The 100 degree Sunday and watching football with Larry. Cutting Grants lawn on his tractor and getting “attacked” by a swarm of horseflys…(Susan said that is good luck) The nightly fires outside Grants porch with the music, bugs and long talks. Finding out how generous and kind Grants “dad” Jack is. One night I stayed up with Bernadette and we talked about teenagers, Whitman st, marriage and life until 4 in the morning. Driving moms old red car was strange….it became haunted and things that Grant said were broke forever….starting working……the power windows, AC and gas gauge. But we didnt get far in it…..we pulled into Winn Dixie with smoke billowing out and Susan screaming fire as the smoke came into the vents on the inside. With “Just Married” painted on the back window….alot of people came to help us. Laughing with Bonnie. Doing “the Twist” with Barb. I always visit Rebel…..I was close to him when I was young. I still owed him 10 dollars from a Super Bowl bet…..but I finally paid him for it this past weekend…..I burned a 10 dollar bill by his grave. It was great to hold and kiss Carol….last time I was here 6 months ago, she was in bed in the hospital. Her laugh is contagious. Glenn wasnt here but his spirit was deep in Nicole and Glenny…..dancing ALL night…..they were so much fun….Gary how I miss you…you were MY best man and you always will be…. My brother Gregory….we were roommates for what seemed like forever…..the bunkbeds….and then moving out together. His quick wit…..love of music…..knowledge of literature….always amazes me. Somehow we played the new Bob Dylan…over and over again the whole weekend…and the first thing I did when I got home was buy the CD. Because sometimes music will bring you back in time….to another place…..another time…..and this CD will do that for me…when I listen to these songs I go back to the weekend that life stopped for just a little bit…and the eight of us got together. It worked out really well. Thank you Florida for having us. Grant took this photo with my camera. I just didnt want to let go of Gregory….nor did he. We held on to each other for a very long time. It was this moment that really caught me by surprise…how much I miss and love everyone…..how happy and sad it was to get together. I just didnt want to let go.