Category: Love

• Love at the Beacon Bar

  I spend most of my time alone…here in New York City, a city of 8.4 million people.  Sometimes I get very lonely and sometimes I feel forgotten.  None of this is Mariam’s fault.  She works very hard at Mount Sinai…slowly but steadily toward total retirement which should happen sometime after the middle of May.  Sometime…

  patrickjegan

  February 17, 2017

  Blogging, Love, New York City, non-fiction, Objects of Beauty, Time

  Beacon Bar, love, NYC, Valentine’s Day

• I Am…

  It was the day before the inauguration. I found a local gym that offered a month to month membership.  No long-term contract.  And, it was only$49 per month.  Ok, there is no pool (I don’t like to swim anyway and ALL pools have water that, to me, is just above freezing.  “Heated pools” …just a…

  patrickjegan

  January 31, 2017

  Blogging, Everyday Events, Love, non-fiction

  gyms, New York City, posters, social conscienceness

• Coal For Christmas

  [Artwork:Watercolor sketch by Paul Egan (Date unknown)] Note to my readers: If you think you’ve read this blog before, don’t thing you’re getting senile…(the doctors won’t release such information)..this is perhaps the third, maybe fourth time I’ve posted it.  Hey, maybe I’m the one getting senile.  I’ve tweaked the story several times to try to make the narrative better,…

  patrickjegan

  December 8, 2016

  Childhood, Everyday Events, Family, grandparents, Holding onto the Past, Home, Love, Memories, non-fiction, parents, Real Personal History

  Christmas story, Coal, farmhouse, Grandparents, Northeast Pennsylvania, winter

• The Blind Date

  [Source: Google search.] My wife and I arrived at a popular Upper West Side restaurant about fifteen minutes before our friends.  Mariam remained by the door to wait.  The place was crowded and noisy.  We’d been here before.  It was always like that. I made straight for the bar to get a beer and wait…

  patrickjegan

  October 31, 2016

  Blogging, Everyday Events, Love, New York City, non-fiction, Real Personal History

  bars, blind dates, loneliness, NYC, online dating

• The Snow Moon Over The Mojave

  Last night the Snow Moon rose over the Coxcomb Mountains of the Mojave Desert.  It’s the fifth full moon we have watched since our journey began There will be one more to witness before we are home again.  Will we see the Warm Moon from where ever we will be in the third week of…

  patrickjegan

  February 23, 2016

  Blogging, California, Creativity, Deserts, Fables & Folklore, Holding onto the Past, Love, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, moon, Nature, Real Personal History, Religion

  Coxcomb mtns CA, full moon, Luna, lunar cycles, Selene

• I Heard The Secrets Of The Grackle’s Song

  [Image: Google search] A short time ago, perhaps a week, maybe more, I spent a few days in Austin, Texas.  We were visiting with a gentleman, William, that I had met during a writers workshop in Westport, New York in October, 2012.  He has been a good friend and faithful follower of my blogs since…

  patrickjegan

  January 28, 2016

  Blogging, Childhood, Creativity, daughter, Fables & Folklore, Family, Fictional Personal History, grandparents, History, Holding onto the Past, Love, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, Myth and Mythology, Nature, Public Parks, son, Texas, The RV Life, The South, Travels, Uncategorized

  antes, Austin TX, Bob Wills, Colorado River, cowboys, Grackles, myths, nature, sea turtle, song of seven passions, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Texas 2-step, Willie Nelson

• The Lights On The Palm Trees

  A few minutes ago, I was driving along Summerlin Road to get to the Java Coffee Cafe before they closed.  I don’t normally drink an iced coffee at 6:10 pm on a Sunday night, or any night for that matter.  I really came here to use the stronger WiFi signal that the Outlet Mall provides…

  patrickjegan

  December 21, 2015

  Blogging, Love, North Country Life, Objects of Beauty, The RV Life, The sea, The South

  Christmas in Florida, Outlet mall holidays, Palm trees

• Coal For Christmas

  I am a grandfather now, feeling every ache and sadness of my sixty-eighth year.  The stories that my father told me about his father have taken on new meanings.  I’m the old one now.  I am the carrier of the family history.  When a recollection of a family event comes to mind, be it a…

  patrickjegan

  December 19, 2015

  Blogging, Childhood, Family, grandparents, Holding onto the Past, Love, Memories, parents, son

  1920’s, Coal, Grandparents, poverty, Santa

• After Dinner/Up In The Sky

  When we were kids we called them vaportrails.   Now, I call them contrails.  Those streaks across the sky made from the jet engines of jet planes.  Either term is okay.  It’s simply the condensation of the water from the exhaust of the plane, turning into visible water vapor. It wouldn’t be incorrect to say…

  patrickjegan

  November 27, 2015

  Blogging, Childhood, Everyday Events, Family, Love, Memories, New York City, Objects of Beauty, The South, Travels

  9/11, contrails, jet planes, vapor trails

• The Albatross And The Vulture

  What’s it like to float upon misty air? Way up there upon winds of turbulence, where your wings tame them,  as a cowboy does the wild Stallion. –Dara Reidyr from “On Flying“ Four hours ago, I was finishing my iced coffee at the Java Cafe in the Outlet Mall.  Even with the AC, the plastic…

  patrickjegan

  November 20, 2015

  Blogging, Creativity, Fables & Folklore, History, Love, Memories, Myth and Mythology, Nature, Objects of Beauty, Paris, Real Personal History, seniors, The sea, The South, Travels

  albatross, beaches, depression, loneliness, Suicide, turkey vulture