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Pat Pace (Pasquale Pace, Feb. 19, 1930 to Jan. 6, 2006), was considered by some to be a musical-genius, appearing at "7" on the highly-popular radio-show "Major Bowes Original Amateur Hour" (...I've been saying my prayers all day, so I know I'll play good...), little Pat's Accordion won in a landslide of call-in votes (...the little boy on the accordion...) over the other contestants.  Akron's Own (his much-younger brother, Tony, was my older brother, Bob's, best friend at St. Sebastian's), could play many instruments, his favorites were the organ and piano, his forte was jazz-piano.  At "16", Pat auditioned for acceptance to Juilliard, and went-there on scholarship (Ed took piano-lessons for 4 or 5 years as a child, when I gave it up at "13", my instructor didn't say ...you can't, it would be Music's loss...).  Pat did very-well at Juilliard, graduating in 1950, leaving with a degree and a heroin-addiction.  Pat returned to Akron, and was a huge regional-success, selling-out intimate venues, but throughout the 50's he was constantly in trouble with the law over his drug-use, finally in 1959, Pat was arrested for breaking into a pharmacy, appearing before Judge Mancini, also Italian, who had seen Pat perform as a child  ...I never thought as I watched those little hands move over the keyboard that you'd be standing before me for sentencing...  Pat went to prison and hospitals for 5 years, and came out fully-recovered, he told his hometown newspaper ...There's 2 things I know real-good, drugs and music...  Pat further enhanced his acclaim (he was married to the ex-wife of Mike Nichols), being there-on highly regarded as a person, musician, and teacher, his 1978 "Pacific" is a most-valued collectible, one cut is "Lusty Angel"                                                                                                                                      

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I've recently gotten a ton of Hits from Poland (?), now, this would be Russia.  You people are showing disrespect for me by not doing what I tell you

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Trump recently awarded the Medal of Honor to some old guy for what he supposedly-did 50 years ago,  it was Obama who started-this, allowing people to campaign for the military's highest-medal, awarding it to long-dead Jews for things they supposedly did in WW 1.  Before, you had one-year to prove the case, recent events have cheapened what was seldom-awarded and most-highly esteemed (See My Blog for Jan. 26, 2012).  Danny Tarkanian, the son of Jerry Tarkanian (See My Blog for Feb. 18, 2015), has been described as a "perennial candidate", having tried without success for a number of elected-positions.  A Las Vegas lawyer, "55", whose mother is Lois Tarkanian, a long-time politico serving as a Las Vegas Councilwoman, Danny graduated 3rd in his class from U of San Diego Law School, he has baggage in that he had a 17 mil judgement against him from a bank-default, settling bankruptcy by paying the FDIC $525,000 (maybe no great businessman).  But the latest poll shows him at 34% to incumbent Dean Heller's 38%, vying for the Republican Nomination for U.S. Senator, seems like "Little Tark" (played well for his Dad at UNLV) might be coming-on and get something.  I've got a bone to pick with those frauds and thieves at Citibank (See My Blog for March 29, 2017), and Trump needs to get something up and going where this can be settled in Arbitration, the sooner the better.  Now, I supported Trump's run for President, ardently, I'm influential, everybody reads-me, and he didn't win by much,  he'll be exposed as an ingrate should I not receive my legal-due (See My Blog for April 2, 2017), tho I deserve much more                                                        

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The work-place isn't a forum to protest social-injustice, say, an accountant doing this by stating that he was just going to sit there and not work for 10 minutes, what would be his fate?  You've gotta wonder if some of these have had their bell-rung too many.  Puerto Rico is a U.S. Territory and it's people are born U.S. Citizens.  I've been there a couple times, and just 3 years ago, and I've been all-over, PR is a 3rd World place, at best, being there you don't feel like you're in the U.S., it's slow, awkward, and poverty-stricken, well, I guess we should help those dumb-enuf to live there (more Puerto Ricans live on the mainland than not), for sure, beautiful beaches, get those up and running.   Yes, I still-go to the 24 Hour Fitness SuperSport at 5035 W. Tropicana, only a mile from where I live, and there's no other health clubs within 5 miles.  On Friday, it set an all-time low, some obese Black woman came in with a beagle wearing a garment that said SERVICE DOG, the Staff allowed her inside.  She would tie the dog's leash to the machine she was using, later, when I entered the Pool Area, I saw the dog swimming in the pool and then the whirlpool, I just used the Sauna and Steam.  When I was in the Steam, I was talking to a couple of older Black guys, one said ...I only go here because it's 2 blocks from where I live, this place is ghetto, it's a dump...         

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The Media themselves should go up on a high-roof, and then do a Lemmings Leap, just thinking-about the carnage below makes me feel good

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I was listening to "Shape of You" on the way over, I like that tune, probably because the video has a boxing motif  ...my bedsheets smell like you...  My mother's blood was better than my father's, his was pretty-good, hers was the best, I wonder why she married him, I don't know what we'd be doing about it.  I've noticed for long that women make terrible boxing judges, there's one who "The Ring" said shouldn't be doing it, and this was 6 years ago, and she's still at it.  You'd think anybody could be trained to do it well, apparently-not, trying to force-feed women into everything is a mistake, sure, some of them were bribed, but for the most-part they're just bad.  All of Press Row had either a Draw or Golovkin winning, any combo would have given-it to Gennady, no one had Alvarez winning except that woman-person.  Women are better at knitting, men at boxing judgin'.  I just came from Trump International Hotel, off the Strip, where they're having a Red Cross Blood Drive, today (more talk of blood, hey), where I donated a pint of my sweet-blood, I'm considered to have Rare Blood, they cut my pint 6 ways and give-it to Preemies.  Only 6% of the adults in the U.S. donate, hardly anybody in Las Vegas, tho in the MidWest where I'm from it's 10%.  Being so cowardly that you're afraid of a little-needle is a serious-problem (go see the Wizard?).  I was really disappointed, a lot of the big-places that host a drive, have, say, a ballroom, a nice really-big room, where they set-up and it's a spacious, pleasant, atmosphere for donors and phlebotomists, this thing was a bloodmobile in the parking lot, a really chintzy-offering (when my brother, Bob, was a restaurant-manager, he told the staff, never do anything that makes you look cheap).  And often you get a little-something from the host, say, a free lunch, the Trump  International Hotel had nothing after we gave blood, sweat, toil, and tears, their contribution was space in the parking-lot for the bloodmobile, I wanna free gift, I wanna free gift