‚ÄĒ¬†The Jacobs Ladder¬†‚ÄĒ

Work Goes On Even at Seventy-Seven and We Are Getting Desperate
I wrote here about myself in the Ladder because I believe something that controlled my life which is what I call Seek And Discover (SAD not SAT) self encouragement and curiosity which gave me a good start on my lowly voyage and I wish to share that encouragement for those out there who might need a little push during these trying times…  

And it shows obstacles are merely simple things like numbers you come across in a workout. You push through… at 77 outliving most of my tribe, including beating a recent heart attack, walking into and out of the hospital, something worked well but age regardless is catching up, I’m getting old and once again working to downsize to make things easier.  

I am down to my last wish…I am the last of my generation… and if I see nothing, the Donald T-RUMP utter demise and convictions, in politics and life is all I’m asking…  he is the False Prophet the bible warned us about.  He has managed to destroy the American core of fairness and the American dream and potentially kill 560,000 people and does not care… and jeopardized one million more.

If there will be a normalcy anymore, I fear, wrong I know many of T-Rumps proclamations called Executive Powers are filled with lies, hatred and mis-information. More to attack a previous President and anyone who does not agree with him with nit-twitt attacks and lies.  And he is the true liar, and blames everybody else. 

I am a solo player, somehow I inherited two things from my mother, independence and questioning  everything. Even more important today as we live in a world of liars and cheats, crooks and cons and thats just the politicians…  If you are naive to think they work for you, you need help.  

I’m Just A Kid From Brooklyn 
In the beginning there was light, somewhat… finding the switch helped, paying the Con Edison Electric bill made it happen and in 1943 to be exact,  at 990 Montgomery Street,  in Crown Heights Brooklyn.  With no TV and a flashlight light I became a reader, the start…  

I was a typical Brooklyn wise guy!  I occasionally speak the Kings English, preferring Brooklyn based meta-phonetic syllabication aka Street English, Brooklynise, Slang and that explains my poor writing skills.  I’m really not a writer…I am a story teller from Brooklyn,  who tells it as it is…  

Because I could read almost a year and half ahead of other kids my age, on a stage with no computers, no big screen TV, no car… I had to create my world and write my own play…

I attended city primary schools, a public high school and a city college, learning, but I consider myself self taught.  Two of my high school teachers called me names and would have strangled me if the law allowed, and I felt the same towards them, but I stood my ground,  I was convinced of my righteousness and proved it. College was better because we were left to our own devices and allowed to think.

George  W. Wingate High School
Was a critical point in my life as I discovered many of those in control and power are totally screwed up,  true to this day especially, haven’t a clue and couldn’t run a free water store in the Gobi desert.  Sounds basically similar to our government.  It was our Government!   Today Wingate High School is a defunct comprehensive dead school in the Prospect Lefferts Gardens and Wingate neighborhoods of Brooklyn, New York City.  

It opened in 1956, closed down in June 2006.  Poor academic performance and years of some severe dangerous problems like stabbings and racial disparity, poor staff, and incompetence.  Wingate was an experiment in race relations.  

The idea was to mix kids exactly in a 50-50 ratio from a notoriously bad neighborhood with kids from another community and¬†‚Äú something might rub off‚ÄĚ. ¬†It did‚Ķ nothing exceptionally good. ¬†More rubbed on‚Ķ.

I majored in survival through detention and cutting classes, I relished it.  Most of what was being discussed in classes was inaccurate, nor relative to things current,  nor scientifically correct.  And I had my books to read, which were advanced for my classes. I was learning in detention more than in the class.  And earned in my mind a detention chair with my name on it.

My English teacher and my Earth Science teacher, were new enemies, and boring. The battle in English was¬†Shakespeare, I questioned the value of Shakespeare since as I explained he was quite dead and good¬†riddance, ¬†jokingly taunted¬†‚Äú He talked Funny‚ÄĚ.

The battle in Science was over the Dinosaurs, Man and creationism. ¬†I somehow¬†cracked, went ballistic when hearing her version, ¬†the biblical big bang, the¬†Apple and the Snake. ¬†I humbly mumbled¬†‚Äú¬†BULLSH*T‚ÄĚ ¬†at 56 decibels, a bit ¬†too loud‚Ķ off to detention‚Ķ and making¬†truancy an art form.

To this day I do not regret what I had to do, to learn,  as I learned first hand on site, live and in living color and became a self-proclaimed reporter creating book reports as evidence of  Al’s field trips to the NY Museums of Natural History; Modern Art;  The Guggenheim; The HUGE Manhattan Library: I visited all  the Zoos, from Prospect Park to the Bronx Zoo;   Ebbets Field, Home of the Dodgers: National Parks like the Statue of Liberty, and  my local library and Camera stores, Newspapers, Hospitals, learning all about a myriad of things first hand and on hand. 

I believe truant officers had my picture in their wallets making me numbering and creating fake field passes with clever artwork.   I credit an insatiable desire to read,  and combined with great librarian friends, well, two of them, at the public library.  The Librarian at the Eastern Parkway location in Brooklyn was my mentor…almost a tutor and she loved my inquisitiveness.   

I managed to make two rapid advances (RA’s) skipping grades two and eight because I was skilled in reading, science and math, comprehensive skills way above my classmates graduating two years earlier than others of my age.   See Ya!   Have a Nice Day!   But I just turned sixteen by two months and graduated High School and became a kid in school of higher learning… 

Master Machinist ¬†- ¬†I‚Äôm¬†Good With My Hands ¬†‚ÄĒ Metal Shop

As mentioned, chemistry labs, wood and metal shops were my favorite engaged hands on classes. 

I remember the first tools I made at Wingate in the metal shop on my own.  I learned to work with my hands on drill presses, welding, and basic mills. I appreciated the knowledge and ingenuity from the shop teacher.  It was the tools I designed that got me the fame I deserved…

Even today they still talk of the Jacobs Hubcap Remover, not sold in stores, originally in paint, today in new Midnight Black Powder coat.  

You too can have a career in¬†‚Äú Hubcap Restoration‚Ä̬†for only $39.95. ¬†Make it back on your first job even if you only got the front ones! ¬† Our exclusive rear view mirror (not found on any of the competition) means you can get rid of paying your lookout and make more money for yourself. ¬†

With twin handles it allows faster retrieval with either hand.  The mirror makes sure there are no onlookers behind you who might get hit with a flying hubcap or steal your work.

It comes complete with instructions for both domestic and foreign hubcaps. ¬†And we‚Äôll send you my new book¬†‚Äú¬†Guide to the Great Bail Bondsmen of¬†America‚Ä̬†with a signed autograph by Joey Fonzini (who graduated early from San Quentin).¬†


I Diversify, I Love My America, Aviation, Food, Photography,

Our Soldiers, and What I Have Learned From Those Opportunities…

You Can Do Anything If you Accept Challenges… 

HAD TO DO IT ON MY OWN ¬†‚ÄĒ ¬†Made it through a higher education working part time in the culinary world from a busboy to the night chef‚Ķ ¬†I paid my way working weekends as a Wedding Photographer, working from a¬†Wedding Mill in The Bronx. ¬†Over 450 weddings with my crew and still alive though some of the wedding got very testy, like Romeo and¬†Juliet.

¬†I HAVE SUPPORTED MY BROTHERS IN ARMS WITH MEMORIALS¬†‚ÄĒ¬†Thirty-five years serving on a board of directors, the troops as a military contractor, though a charitable organization as VP and served six Generals during¬†that duration.¬†and completed memorials

I MADE MY OWN DREAMS COME FORTH ¬†‚ÄĒ ¬†I managed a few certificates in Open Water Scuba Diving‚Ķ stupid enough to swim with sharks in Jamaica¬†and smart enough to know when to quit. ¬†So I sold my boat and bought an airplane‚Ķ ¬†¬†I flew as Pilot in Command, I Owned my aircraft, serviced and flew real planes for thirty-three plus something years and discovered that a boat is a hole in the ocean you pour money into¬†‚Ķ but owning an airplane proves the sky is bigger than the ocean.

I am certified Qualified as a certified Range Officer in IPSC Competition… and competed three guns, Rifle, Shotgun, the .45 Pistol and competed in State championships… never first, facing supported and sponsored teams but not on the bottom either. You don’t win against a $$$ factory team…

 Performed lots Of Corporate Descriptive Element Work… Almost becoming a hatchet man realizing corporate ebb and flow, promotions and money are not always fair and the importance of good leadership which many do not understand and actually harm good organizations…

DESIGNED AND BUILT MY OWN PRODUCTS ¬†‚ÄĒ ¬†Manufactured in house and sold my own products for the Photography industry‚Ķ The Black Box¬†¬†¬†has been around for almost forty plus years, I¬†still have customers I help‚Ķ And at the same time stayed in the game and¬†‚Ķ

Worked Journalism, Commercial, Wedding and Corporate Photography… went digital… And my favorite thing is mentoring  children, many from far away lands and… the kids 8-9 grade are incredible and even with minor language difficulties, you got to love them, they want to learn so bad but I have to help knowing it was two ladies who helped me.  

Payback…Life, it’s been fair; both exciting;  rewarding; painful and complete; but living is good, better than the alternatives, and I sleep well at night… 

‚ÄĒ ¬†I¬†am a foodie by choice ¬†- ¬†My¬†mother was a wonderful creative chef who never used a cook book. ¬†I learned by watching her as a kid,¬†then¬†fortunate to be tutored by another great person who showed me the business end of food. ¬† It was a job, ¬†working in a couple restaurants and going to school and I wanted more learning about food‚Ķ ¬†See¬†¬†

In HS I could learn French or Spanish, I went from busboy to Asst. or Sous Chef, I think because I might have been the only English speaking help they had that could read and write orders, that’s Manhattan, NYC where much of the kitchen help was from Puerto Rico and they showed me the mastery of simple Spanish Foods.  And my meager knowledge of Spanish helped.

BOTTOM LINE WAS FOOD AND PHOTOGRAPHY¬†‚ÄĒ ¬†Both¬†paid for college tuition school which was a paltry eight dollars a credit. ¬†I use those Culinary lessons today creating good food for my friends with Stem-Cells. ¬†Super saturated easy to digest soups and entrees using their likes and¬†dislike and¬†camouflaging good stuff hidden in the food. ¬†

Later in life working with the paper covering stories with the Restaurant Police was eye-opening. ¬†A new commissioner in Florida has cleaned up many dirty and bad acts. ¬†We are totally a tourist state and eating out is very popular. ¬†Our tourist business in Florida, the restaurants are hit the hardest. ¬†Some will not return, some should not return. Most fast food is fried and thats the killer‚Ķ ¬†‚Ķ ¬†FAST drop the¬†‚Äú S‚ÄĚ and you got FAT food‚Ķ

I became a food critique and quit well hated for my commentary… critics are hated because they tell the truth and if you saw what I have seen you might eat in more often. The axiom is laziness and obesity.

I prefer my own cooking to this day for food safety and cleanliness because I cook sometimes for those whose food is a medicine… After stem cell transplantation they are totally depleted underweight and those new stem cells need nourishment fast, not TV diners. Also my gut feelings are not impressed with what I see in kitchens today.

One of my other websites  The www.  has a few tips and lists  you might want to read… Of places you thought were safe and are not. I take no prisoners on my food site.  Just like here…  

REFUGEE LEARNING¬†‚ÄĒ I thank my grandfather who spoke little English but communicated ¬†from a great humble and loving mind. ¬†He was a refugee from the Czars Pogroms and a tailor‚Ķ ¬†sounds like¬†‚Äú Fiddler on the roof‚ÄĚ. ¬†At seven I was repairing toasters with Grandpa and a gasoline¬†powered blow torch soldering tool about as big as me. He taught me¬†primitive tools, no electrics. ¬†Persistence¬†came from my¬†uncles,¬†Jesse and Hy who¬†taught me tough wins; ¬†they were tough, fighters and survivors of WWII in the¬†Philippines with MacArthur, War and Hunting.

My Uncle Eddie Briggin, like Uncle Morris was an inventor who taught me electronics and creativeness.   He has and shares the original patents for inventing the Home Humidifiers by KAZ, used to treat dry coughing like Whooping Cough.

My Uncle Morris Mann, my mentor taught me Lithography, and Photography doing the color separations of printing through graphic arts and lots of Album covers for RCA, together with kindness, very forgiving, and photography after school.  The photography, a gift from the Gods became a fixture for the rest of my life. 

I was doing journey man color separation and platemaking at fifteen and way too young for the Union even though I could easily pass trials and the exams. 

Divine Guidance and Finders Keepers…

A Dose Of Divine Guidance…I have for better than sixty-four years being, creating, owning, designing, and manufacturing, doing my own Photography as a store owner, lab owner, photojournalist and a writer.  It started for me when someone left a paper bag left sitting on a park bench in the Zoo area in NYC’s Central Park.  

I¬†was fourteen, a junior, and was naturally, playing hooky from school. ¬†I grabbed the bag after eyeing it for an hour. ¬†With no one claiming it, I stood on top of the park bench¬†and yelled the sacred words¬†‚Äú Finders keepers‚ÄĚ. ¬†Escaping the park, ¬†I had mischievously become the owner of an AIRES IIIL 35 millimeter Rangefinder Camera, the first of the Japanese clones of a Leica. ¬†

It took nice pictures of the Dinosaurs at the Museum of Natural History in NYC, the Statue of Liberty and other sites when I played hooky and got caught.  My school passes and a real looking camera saved my butt. 

THE PHOTOGRAPHIC INDUSTRY ¬†‚ÄĒ ¬†The camera showing that I was doing something to help my education got me off easier. ¬†Today after being involved in several photo operations: ¬†¬†I designed ¬†manufactured and sold much of my own gear for forty¬†years like battery packs,¬†‚Äú THE BLACK BOX‚Ä̬†. ¬†

I repaired and designed  flash cables, brackets and product shooting tables. I designed and built the S2D slide to digital machines that translate Kodachrome and Ektachrome into digital images suitable for use on TV ’s Computers and cellphones…

Tearfully, the little Aires either got lost (stolen) or I left it somewhere. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.   My richness came from people who got me excited and inquisitive about things that make the world go around and that was worth more than all of the things money could buy.

JOURNALISM:  The most important thing I picked up because I am inquisitive, was learning to use the five points of light in journalism.  Who, When, What, Where, and Why, they open doors…  you ask the questions,  to get answers, which were the most important thing in my world, I researched everything, still do,  and made my own decisions.  I just call it being independently nosy and secure only with truth and I am a hunter of those who lie in the food, political arena and business.

Journalism and Aviation¬†The Two Dreams Come True ¬†‚ÄĒ ¬†And aviation was a big interest, I loved airplanes playing¬†hooky¬†got me to airports and the Naval Air Station at Floyd Bennett Field with its Corsair fighters, Dakotas (DC-3‚Äôs) and Catalina Seaplanes. ¬†I worked at the soda stand on weekends and I drew a love of aviation, drew pictures, and shot pics with my new found camera, and it grew. ¬†I bummed rides on the planes¬†there whenever I could and made playing hooky worth it. I was tall and big for my age and got away with it.

Later in my thirties, books I read about aviation came to the forefront of my goals.  I also was earning which coined an expression I wrote.

‚Äú¬†If you think boats are a huge hole in the ocean you pour money into, go take up flying‚Ķ the sky is a hell of lot bigger‚ÄĚ.

I made up my mind and became a pilot. It was a simple action, the library had the books,  I researched aircraft for sale, bought and paid for my first real airplane, a Piper Lycoming powered 140.  Now I need an instructor.

Photo right…Thats little bird…  I owned Cessna’s and Pipers as a Pilot In Command for 32 years… this is little bird my first, self taught, in the books at first, with my instructor, I soloed in five hours, aced the exams at the same time, no school, self taught, and had my first license at 40 hours, the legal minimum needed in under 90 days.  They got bigger and more expensive. Training got tougher and well worth it… Then middle age set in…

Quest…Training, Training, Training… Its All About Training
Now, thousands of  hours later, It was my life’s dream,  sheer enjoyment shattered occasionally by bouts of sheer terror…blown tires, rough idles, failed parts, a million things involving weather, through advanced weather training courtesy of Chanute air Force Base, and U of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana, aircraft engine and airframe maintenance and emergency procedures training.

Eventually it caught up to me with three real people on board returning from Key-West and a fire trailing caused by a sinking carburetor float, impossible to detect and no notice.  Luckily I was preparing to land about ten miles from my location, checking things and then the fire and the Gods were with me… altitude and airspeed…  3000 feet in altitude, leaking gas, smoke and I followed the drill rehearsed hundred of times.

Pilots know the drill, FLY the airplane, shut the fuel system down before the fuel system enveloped the aircraft,  maintain airspeed, DECLARE radio PAN - MAYDAY  no engine,  I declared an emergency to a closer tower Albert Whitted’s tower,  requested runway six, was immediately cleared, and aimed for and dead sticked a book perfect short field landing into Albert Whitted airport ( My alternate was a water landing).  The building at the end of the displaced runway claimed I left wheel marks on their roof but I think they were kidding me…  I had no option and cut it close, the student pilots in the pattern got a free demonstration of a no engine short field and applauded.

I can talk about it today how a little twenty dollar plastic float created 3500 dollars worth of firewall fire forward damage (three maybe four times that amount today) and the paint had extensive fire damage.  I can brag about that landing today, it  was my best short field landing, and made the first turnoff after said  displaced runway.

I taxied off groundspeed and stopped ten feet from the fire cart.   In aviation you are only as good as training you have and thought process, otherwise they call you a statistic.  Pressing on to be better is critical in aviation.  Like life…I had in my mind the best instructor in the beginning, I’ll never forget Joe Dineen and I believed in the culture of his training.  

Pilots joke during an emergency, you hear your instructor telling you what to do, the mind and solid training makes your response automatic and to this day if asked I will tell you I heard his voice and performed.

Going to other crashes, was to some a lesson in harsh reality but it gets your head on right, you see what mistakes do, unprepared consequences, dumb actions and gore…But if you use the training seriously to this day I heard him coaching me in my mind going through the process and getting it perfect.  

Never Forget - My Brothers In Arms And Service To Country

I have devoted and spent a good part, about 35 years of my life, working with charities and groups, building Military Memorials at two bases and three cities.  To  this day I served and I salute those who served and those who paid the ultimate price of Freedom and I have been lucky enough to live, mingle with some very patriotic good people I have had the pleasure of meeting, working with, teaching, training and survived.  

I lost five fellow Brothers in Arms, friends in Vietnam and a few more in our latest excursions of stupidity, I was lucky, these stupid wars that never end in the name of Religion, Greed and Faith, and I will never forget them.  I served after the wars as a board member bring honor to these men and women for thirty five years.

Much tragedy has the COVID-9 running rampage through out Veterans Nursing Homes March 2020 in  ten days 145 of our retirees died from inadequate care and the latent stupidity, attitude, lieing and ignorance, of our leader… and his magic hydrochloroquionone…