Views of the Neighborhood – Community Spirit

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Continuing with my thoughts on maintaining a positive focus regarding Hurricane Harvey, I am featuring three separate groups who have set up relief points in town. All the goods in these relief locations are donations from kind folks outside of Port Aransas. These contributions have made a difference in helping folks through a very tough time.

Community spirit

Our first stop is the Recovery Supply Depot at Robert’s Point Park

Here residents can find almost anything in cleaning supplies, hardware, and food. Bear in mind the local grocery store just opened this week with a very limited supply.

This shot will give you an idea of the magnitude of the donations. There are even wheelchairs available.

I loved this shot since it shows bikes, shovels and rakes.

When I took this picture a guy off camera asked,”Do you have any tarps?” The answer was, “Sure do. What size?”

Port Aransas spirit

The next relief point is Cowboy Camp…

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A Bully Blueprint

Solutions for kids

By Cherrye S. Vasquez, PH. D.

In addition to the many widely-acclaimed children’s books on bullying and Multi-Culture Diversity, author Cherrye S. Vasquez has written a new book with hope of reaching children and teaching them, on their own turf, how to handle these issues which have been blown out of proportion in the past decades. In her own words author Vasquez has ” written A Bully Blueprint: Solutions for Kids, using health giving titles to provide parents and educators with familiar, health-centered but relatable terminology in an attempt to assist with therapeutic ideas for dismantling an appropriate bullying behaviors.” In short, a handbook for all involved in this pandemic of bullying undermining our society — including the bully.

This book leaves no stone unturned and is set up as a manual, addressing every possible aspect of bullying, the reasons for and a myriad of working solutions. Beginning with the basic definition of bullying, the author creates a list from the typical name-calling and fighting to the more horrific form of cyber bullying which has caused suicides among its victims.

She writes to parents and caretakers, because they are the only ones that can get the ball rolling to protect their children, going up against all barriers stopping them. And she educates them regarding their rights concerning laws and policies in their children’s schools. She also addresses the bully, who may have problems at home causing acting out and lashing at victims. This section of the book strongly stresses in detail the importance of documenting each bullying event as it happens, to be presented to school officials; plus the benefits of not being aggressive or hostile to school leaders. The author has had an experience with the bullying of her own child in fourth grade and learned ‘hands-on’ the best and worst ways of dealing with the situation.

As an educator, author and mother, Cherrye Vasquez is well-qualified to address the theme of this book. Having earned a Dr. of Philosophy in Curriculum and Instruction; a Master of Education In Special Education; and A Bachelor of Arts Degree in Speech, Pathology/Audiology; she specializes In Multicultural Education, Early Childhood Handicapped, Mid-management and Educational Diagnostics.

According to author Dr. Vasquez,” approximately 48 states do have anti-bullying programs but not all implant them. When all else fails one may need to hire a lawyer, especially with sexual harassment. She also, as do I, disagrees with some schools’ ‘zero tolerance policy in which the victim is penalized for fighting back when attacked. I was bullied in fourth grade in the 50s and my only recourse was to fight back, which was successful and we became friends. Vasquez states firmly that it is imperative to know your children, both bully and victim. I have seen within my own family that a bullied child often grows up to become a bully, so the time to stamp out the problem is at a young age. Children who bully are more likely to join groups of bullies as teens. This book gives step-by-step recommendations and directions to prevent that.

There is a section on checking children’s physical and emotional behavior, which can trigger bullying through frustrations. The book covers both the subjects well and parental/teacher emotional interaction with both the bully and the victim. ‘A Bully Blueprint ‘is packed with information on all causes and aspects of bullying that is loaded with counter actions to steer children toward becoming loving, responsible, diverse adults. Author Vasquez believes this can be done with positive affirmation which leads to giving children a sense of positive self empowerment and interactions with their peers, teachers, parents and society.

This extraordinarily well-written book is a must for parents, educators, bullies and victims—a book to be read and referred to as needs arise. I have yet to read such clear comprehensive writing on the ongoing serious, worldwide problem of bullying and diversity. I highly recommend this book for libraries, school personnel and parents, and suggest those learning from this extensive book to also check out Dr. Cherrye Vasquez’s selection of children’s books on this subject, such as, ‘The Bully Band, Parents in Rhythm.’

Micki Peluso; author of . . . And the Whippoorwill Sang

The Uneaten meal

This is a part fiction, part true story of one of the most horrific days in our history. All the facts surrounding that day are true –I lived it. The fictional part examines what might have gone on in the mind of one of the victims during his last minutes of life. 

The Uneaten Meal 
            The watch hanging from Ian’s belt loop under his white chef jacket read 8:15. The morning rush was in full swing. Patrons sat in the sunlit posh restaurant—some drummed their fingers with impatience, others read the Wall Street Journal. Many seemed barely awake, sipping coffee for a caffeine jolt. 
            Ian had worked the kitchen all morning, his third day on the job as a Sous Chef to the Head Chef. He had survived the breakfast rush; bagels with cream cheese and lox for the rushed, Quiche Lorraine for the ones too important to punch a time card. Still, most would be heading to their various jobs, many on the 104th floor below the restaurant. The conference room, a floor below the restaurant, on the 106th floor was catering a breakfast to the Waters Financial Technology Congress, serving seventy-one guests.
            Ian was preparing for the lunch entrée special; a new recipe Chef would be offering to the lunch crowd–numbering hundreds. Ian worked quickly, with dozens of cooks helping to prep the ingredients. It was a gourmet delight – an aromatic concoction of bowtie pasta swimming in a rich white cream sauce, consisting of sweet herbed butter, heavy cream, white wine and an imported parmesan cheese. Large shrimp lightly sautéed in the sauce were placed on top, sprinkled with crumbled Greek feta cheese, sweet basil and freshly ground black pepper. Parsley sprigs added décor to the plate along with a few strips of fresh grilled red pepper. Chef Mike was confident of his creative cuisine. He was not of his new Sous Chef and often hovered over him, making Ian nervous. He was glad Chef Mike would not be coming in to work until the noon rush. This entrée could not be made completely in advance and the chef wanted a few made up to insure the recipe was followed to the letter. He had a fine reputation to maintain.
            As customers rose to go to their perspective jobs; many glancing out of the rows of large windows overlooking the panoramic business district of Manhattan and the East River, the dining room was set up for the lunch rush.
            Ian had Chef Mike’s creation ready to be sampled as soon as he arrived for his shift. He was afraid his job depended on how well he had prepared the dish. Still, he had done his best and felt confident it would suit the perfectionist chef.
Blinding light and roaring noise shut out his world. Fire and smoke filled the entire 107thfloor, screams of panicked customers and workers alike died out quickly as they were overcome by suffocation and burns. The delectible shrimp and bowtie pasta entrée was destroyed along with most of the kitchen. Neither Ian nor Chef Mike would ever know if it met the chef’s high standards. His new recipe would go uneaten, along with all the meals scheduled for that luncheon meal. Windows on the World, Manhattan’s noted and loved restaurant was destroyed. It was 8:55 and the 104th floor was incinerated. 
People on other floors were spared the direct impact of the first passenger jet, Flight 11 that slammed into the first tower of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. The ones on the top floor, along with the people in the restaurant were trapped. There was no way down.  Many ran up the staircases to the top 111th floor and climbed onto the rooftop hoping to be rescued. Ian ran with them. He helped the few people alive make it to the roof.   Helicopters tried in vain to reach them but black billowing smoke prevented this, as well as bursts of flame. People succumbed to the heat and smoke and died. Others chose to jump off the top of the building, rather than burn to death. Ian was one of them. 
            As he jumped, his thoughts were of his wife and their new born baby girl. It was such a beautiful day that they had planned a picnic in Central Park when his shift ended. Before Ian reached the ground, his spirit left his body. He saw his body splatter on the street below. He watched as financial wizards, secretaries, businessmen, maintenance workers, became one in the futile effort to escape the building. He saw a second plane hit the second tower, taking more lives in an instant. This plane hit closer to the top of the second tower giving more time for people below those floors to get out. Many made it, many more did not. Ian’s spirit drifted through the first tower, watching frantic people calling on their cell phones for help—some realizing their plight cried and said goodbye to their loved ones.
            911 operators, unaware of the gravity of the situation, gave wrong advice to many who called–advising them to remain inside until help came. Help, that was unable to reach most of them. Most of the ones who survived had ignored that advice and hurried to escape the building.
            New York City responded at once. Ian watched as police, search and rescue squads, and fire trucks rushed to the scene. Ambulances raced to help those who survived. People began the long trek down dark stairways, coughing and choking on thick black smoke; often meeting police and firemen on their way up the building. The heat was unbearable. Ian felt anquished, knowing that so many would never make it back down. He saw many like him who could walk through the ruins, already dead.
            The second tower imploded almost without warning at 10:05 A.M., through time held no meaning for Ian. Thousands of lives were crushed into rubble. The ambulances and hospitals set up triages for the injured. Most beds lay empty, as few made it out of the towers alive. Except for the ones lucky enough to have escaped before the first tower imploded at 10:30, there were few patients to help. Ian observed the nearly 3000 souls wandering lost throughout the ruins. Many did not yet realize that they were dead.
            The shock waves of horror extended past Manhattan, its neighboring boroughs, rippled across the country, impacted the world.  America had been attacked by cowardly terrorists on her own soil. New York City wept, Mayor Guiliani wept, the free world wept. And Ian wept.
            The Chef’s new entrée in the Windows on the World would go uneaten, never sampled for its flavor.   There would be many uneaten meals that day and for many days to follow. Terror, death and inconceivable destruction had taken away the appetite of the City, the nation—most of the world. It left a bitter taste in the mouths of all those who lost loved ones and those who grieved with them.
            Ian glanced through the rubble and saw his chef uniform buried beneath the debris. It held a quickly scribbled note of love to his wife and newly born baby. He hoped it would be found and given to her. He also hoped that she would tell his baby girl about her father—so that his memory would live on, even if he could not. Ian sensed that this most infamous day would never be forgotten. He wished for new twin towers to be erected for all the lost lives destroyed this day, taken so brutally. And maybe a new restaurant and new offices restored—not to replace those lost but to honor them. Perhaps there would be a new chef with an untried recipe that would be eaten and enjoyed.   If that day arrived, it would signify healing in a shocked and saddened nation—a new beginning.
            Ian turned to see a horde of people of all ages and occupations gathering together. He looked up and a bright, warm light spread across the sky. He saw arms outstretched to embrace those who walked toward the brightness. He joined them.
Seventy-three employees in the restaurant died that day, all seventy-one in the conference room and an unknown number of patrons. Remnants from the Windows on the World restaurant rubble included: a dinner spoon, soup bowl, salad plate, dessert plate and coffee cup. Also found was a table lamp, champagne flute, bottle of champagne, grill scraper—and a chef’s uniform.
Author’s note: The terrorists had counted on taking out from 30,000 to 50,000 lives that earth shattering morning. Their timing was a little off and many people had not yet entered the building. However, due to the toxins in the debris, such as mercury and asbestos, many of those who spent days, weeks and even years searching Ground Zero for body parts are now dying a slow and agonizing death due to cancers of the throat, lung and esophagus. Many more will die in the ensuing years—among them, families and small children whose homes were filled with this debris; which they were told to clean up themselves. The repercussions of disease from toxins spread to Staten Island, when they helicoptered the remains to the Staten Island dump. The dump blew the toxins across the seventeen-mile- long Island and many are dying of quickly striking and fatal cancers. It is conceivable that the total count of those lost on 911 will reach 30,000 to 50,000 after all. Damn the terrorists

Radio Interview: Author Micki Peluso, “And the Whippoorwill Sang” Book   Running through September 2017  Really enjoyable interview you won’t want to miss.

This show features an interview with Micki Peluso, the published author of a beautiful and haunting memoir, “…And the Whippoorwill Sang…”. This book is a tribute to her daughter, Noelle, and also dedicated to all the children who have lost their lives to a drunken driver.

AND THE WHIPPOORWILL SANG, dedicated to the one I lost. It is a funny, poignant celebration of life rather than a eulogy of death. My newly released children’s book, ‘The Cat Who Wanted a Dog‘ is a coloring and illustrated book for ages from 4-9 years old. I love writing short stories, my favorite category, which has culminated into a collection of slice of life, humor, and multi-genre short fiction and non-fiction, called, ‘Don’t Pluck the Duck’ due to be released in December, 2017.