Curious george in Flushing

Circa early 1960’s, flashback to my earliest memories. Prior to being able to speak, somehow I knew I’d come from a far better place than here. Nothing felt right in this world, especially the sense of purity. Where I’d come from wasn’t the question, where was I now is what consumed my thoughts. Of course, I later realized I am indeed in Flushing or Corona or was it Queens. If ever there were a more fitting name for these surroundings, I’d go with Flushing. All one needs to do is a Google Earth search to see the name is fitting. Keep in mind I firmly believed I had come from some other world, and on that point, the jury’s still out. Thus began the saga of Curious George.
Beginnings shape our destiny, our expectations and yes our limitations. Being clueless on how I landed on Otis Avenue didn’t exactly help my disposition. This reason lends credence toward my outlook of skeptical optimism. It has an oxymoronic ring to it making the term all the more attractive. I see the glass as half full but realize instantaneously, that is at any given moment, will change to half-empty. The roots of emotional survival are based on a foundation of principles. Once those principles are compromised or threatened, we are forced to deal with internal conflict. The proverbial ingrown hair lying under the surface of the skin. Peeling away the layers is painful, nonetheless essential to relieving the symptom. So break out the tweezers and yank out that sucker.
Since Flushing is a key element to the compound that is my life, I'll explain the analytical process of decisions I‘ve made along the way. Why the career path, why the women, the whys and why nots of life. The best recipe I can come up with is one part Common sense, two parts logic and reason, with a dash of insanity.

september 21, 2008