July 10, 2014 Thursday 5 p.m.
As a pre-teen some 80 years ago, and a Street Kid in Brooklyn, N.Y., my friends, and sometimes I, used a lot of “foul language” related to Sex. At the time, I was totally ignorant of the fact that I was the product of my father “fucking” my mother because no one ever told me about “the birds and the bees.” When I did learn that my father and mother engaged in that obscene activity, I was “pissed off” to say the least.
Part of my ignorance and attitude re Sex was due to my having attended a Catholic Elementary School (St. Ambrose) and a Catholic H.S. (Bishop Laughlin Memorial H.S. where I was taught first by Nuns (Sisters of St. Joseph) and then by Brothers (of St. John the Baptist. They saved my life academically, but screwed me up by either openly or subtly by letting us know that Sex was “dirty.” (At least that was my impression.)
Interestingly, at that impressionable time of my life, I also began to question some of Catholicism’s tenets, such as
the fact that it was a Mortal Sin to miss Mass on a Sunday or Day of Obligation, and winding up in scary Hell, and that in receiving Holy Communion the wafer and wine were actually the Body and Blood of Christ. Add to that the belief in “limbo”, “purgatory”; “plenary and partial indulgences”; “venial sin” and having to eat fish on Fridays rather than meat just didn’t cut it with my burgeoning questioning and critical mind.
I recall with some amusement now that one of my rebellious acts was to purposely stare at women’s bouncing tits as they
strode past me on the sidewalk.
The pity of it all is that my previously warped view of Sex has been replaced by one that is completely opposite to the one I was gleaned on. To my mind it’s one of our Creator’s Greatest Gifts, one wherein the word “Ecstasy” applies perfectly, and no other activity I engage in comes even close to being as satisfying and enjoyable. And, the icing on the cake is that I firmly believe it has contributed significantly to my Peace of Mind and Longevity! So, in closing, I say:
Viva la femme! and Viva la Sex!
Frank Sganga email@example.com
Greetings Fellow Nobodys:
Yesterday, wife May and I sent my 15TH book THE FASCINATING WORLD OF CHEMISTRY TO AMAZON’S kINDLE TABLET
SUBSIDIARY and it’s now available for a whopping $1.99.
Other news: The health care provider medical insurance company Humana I recently joined publishes a magazine
HAO (HUMANA ACTIVE OUTLOOK) and in it they say to their readers: “We want to hear from you.” Great, I thought,
I’ve quit writing for now and intend to spend my time promoting my books, all of which have great Redeeming Value
that will enhance the lives of those who read them, Spiritually and Intellectually.
So, I wrote them this letter:
Francis T. Sganga
2506 Sunset Drive
New Smyrna Beach, FL 32168
Humana Primary Doctor: Gary E. Morales Geraldino @ 386-957-3876
Suzette Shoop, Editor
February 1, 2015
I will be 94 April 29th, and I have just switched from United Health Care to Humana. Two main reasons prompted the change, despite my reluctance to give up doctors who are primarily responsible for my longevity.
1. Not having to pay United Health Care some $250/month.
2. Being able to be a member of the YMCA, where I play racquetball and work out in their Olympic-sized swimming pool, at no cost thanks to the foresight of Humana in focusing on their members’ health.
I’m as physically fit as someone my age can be. I ride an 1100 cc 800 lb. motorcycle and play racquetball twice a week.
My basic life style: Stay fit and active physically, mentally and sexually.
I take no pills, not even vitamins, I strictly control my weight (<160) and diet: no bacon, hamburgers, hot dogs or fried food. Instead I eat lots of chicken and fish, and home-made, bean-based vegetable soups. On 1/16/15 I made my first visit to my excellent primary Humana doctor, Dr. Gary E. Morales-Geraldino, for a complete physical exam who found no significant ailments and my blood pressure was 102/70. I still honeymoon about once a week.
This morning (1/22/15) I sent the 15th ebook I’ve written after turning 80 to be published on Amazon’s Kindle machines titled: The Fascinating World of Chemistry.
One of my major themes in most of the books is based upon a firm conviction that there is an Intelligent Designer (my Creator) out there, that is supported by a plethora of circumstantial evidence. The two books that present my case best are:
Where did the Spark of Life, Minds, Intelligence, Love,
Consciousness and our Sense of Beauty come from?
A NONAGENARIAN’S PATH TO LIVING LONGER AND BETTER
It’s all about being fit, moral and sexually active.
I lost my first wife of 57 years in 2003 and am currently married to a wonderful 64 year-old lady named May. Come February 14th we will celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary, God willing. How we met, via the internet (she’s from New Hampshire) is a story in itself. The full story is told in my ebook To Baby Boomers, with Love.
Should you so desire, I can send you a copy of A Nonagenarian’s Path to Living Longer and Better as an email attachment, or any of the other ebooks I’ve written.
Other Kindle ebooks I have written
To My Creator, with Love
What the Wise Have to Say about
Life and Living
Our Creator’s Greatest Miracles
Creation of the Universe, Life, Love, the Mind, Consciousness, our
Sense of Beauty, the Arts and Music.
Introducing Young Children to Their Creator
Unraveling the mystery of a Supreme Being
Introducing Young People
to Their Intelligent Designer
And the miracles, wonders and mysteries in life
True Love Never Dies
A Screenplay based on a true inspirational story
containing tragedy, romance and comedy.
To Baby Boomers, with Love
How to live a long, healthy, happy life.
To Children, with Love
Some Words of Wisdom for Children
To Atheists, with Love
Our behavior is more telling than our beliefs.
An Introduction to the Fascinating World of Mathematics
A Help in Mastering Mathematics and
Experiencing the Joy of Understanding!
The Fascinating World of Chemistry
Where we find out what we and the Universe are made of.
Humanists vs. Humanoids
The Eternal Struggle between Good and Evil
Francis T. Sganga
2506 Sunset Drive
New Smyrna Beach, FL 32168
Lo and behold, I was delighted and surprised to receive an email from them telling me they enjoyed my letter
and telling me to sign a RELEASE AGREEMENT enabling them to use any or all of what I wrote with this caveat:
“If your story is chosen, we will only use your first name, you last initial and your hometown.Rest assured we
won’t use your last name, your full address, your phone number or your email address.”
I have no qualms about the use of my full name, my pictures or my writing accomplishments. In fact it’s the way I prefer to go. Please advise if this is possible.
As I thought about their policy, I chaffed at the idea that I would be anonymous. They would use me for their purposes
and I would get nothing in return. No money; no real recognition. Then, I took another look at their magazine, which has a lady on it cover holding two dogs with the title of the story being: A PASSION FOR PAWS. In checking the story,
I was surprised to find they didn’t use her full name, calling her Nitsa T.
Well, before I comment further, I shall wait and see what their response will be to my telling them I would prefer that
my last name be used. I presume they will say it’s their policy that is intended to protect the privacy of their authors. Knowing about how strictly institutions adhere to their rules, I’m sure they won’t budge in their stance.
January 12, 2015 Monday 10 p.m. firstname.lastname@example.org
The ache in the calf of my left leg is still about a 1 on a scale of 1-5. I believe it’s a side effect of that damn anti-biotic drug I took for my bacterial infection. Thank God I had enough sense to quit after taking only half of them when the ache first began.
I will be seeing my new primary doctor Thursday and I hope he can figure out what’s wrong and how to fix it. I’ve tried heat and a self-made compression stocking but no luck yet.
We will go to the YMCA tomorrow where I will put my calf to the test.If it hold up for practice, I will try it out in a game. Not having played for two weeks will take its toll, but what the hell, a “little bit is better than none at all.”
We honeymooned just before lunch, and I mention it simply because, at my age, it means the curtain won’t be coming down anytime soon – at least that’s my theory, which is also based on studies indicating a relationship beteen still being able to do it and longevity. They found that the longer you remain sexually active, the longer you will live. What is interesting is that I have no need for pills to achieve an orgasm. How long this will last, I have no idea, but for now, Viva La Sex!!
January 7, 2015 Wednesday email@example.com firstname.lastname@example.org
Greetings to my cyberspace friends:
I am REALLY beginning to feel like an OLD MAN, which of course, I am. But, up until a few weeks ago, I felt at least 30 years younger as I whammed the hell out of the blue racquetball and scooted around on my motorcycle. The slide downhill began when my left index finger became infected and I went to the E.R. where the nurse practitioner lanced a boil-like, dime-sized infected area, drained it, and sent part of the pus to a lab. Couple of days later I got a call saying I was harboring bacteria, and told an anti-biotic prescription was called in to Walgreen’s for me to pick up. After taking half of the 20 pills, my left calf became painful, and I quit, fearing permanent muscle damage.That was about 2 weeks ago, and the pain has persisted to today. I’ve applied heat to the calf, rested it, worked it, but it has yet to fully heal. On a scale of 1-5, the pain is now about a 1. It was O when I woke up, so I worked it by deliberately climbing stairs to try to get ready for racquetball tomorrow after a 2 week layoff. I’ll test it before actually competing.
Got a phone call this afternoon from the V.A. clinic saying the lab test showed I had a bacteria infection called NOCARDIA BRASILIENSIS. Checked it out on the internet, and it’s a serious disease I probably contracted while doing yard-work. When I told her about my calf-pain side effect, she said she would consult with a doctor and they would prescribe an alternate drug.
December 25, 2014 Thursday 9 p.m. email@example.com
None of my 4 adult children, the oldest 67, acknowledged my existence this Christmas with a gift or even a card, as has been the case for quite a while. I suspect they may have read my new ebook I HOPE I OUTLIVE MY GREEDY KIDS (THE DIARY OF A DISILLUSIONED WIDOWER). We are estranged and you’s have to read my book to understand why I hope I outlive the spoiled brats. Admittedly, I have defied being a typical old fart who, after losing a spouse after 57 years of marriage, decided he was not going to take old age lying down and, after a couple of months of extreme grieving, did some unusual, convention-defying things to make his final years as meaningful and pleasurable as possible. In short, in the eye of my kids, I became a prodigal father who, to their minds, shacked up with a woman too soon after my wife’s death.
They considered the things I id to be shameful. I considered them to be attempts to achieve happiness and self-fulfillment. I ignored their disapproval of the paths I chose and, realizing they had no right to judge me, “I did it my way” and achieved my goal. The details of the long , involved story are in my ebooks TO BABY BOOMERS, WITH LOVE and I HOPE I OUTLIVE MY GREEDY KIDS.
Wife May is experiencing similar difficulties with her mother and daughter, and, we are enjoying our lives and each other so much, I advised her to write them off as I have my kids. This is the way I feel toward my kids:
Losing family obliges us to find our family, “not always the family that is our blood.” And should we have the wisdom to open our door to this “new family,” we will find the wishes we once had for the father who once guided us, for the brother who once inspired us.
Sean Connery in Finding Forrester at end of movie
Saturday December 20, 2014 10 p.m. firstname.lastname@example.org
Got 2 notifications from Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing subsidiary that ebook royalties were deposited directly into my checking account. $10.00!!!! The interesting thing is that my books were sold in Germany and France and the “best seller” was a NONAGENARIAN’S PATH TO LIVING LONGER AND BETTER. It’s a start! I am still fine-tuning the MATH book, which will take another day or so, then I will write AN INTRODUCTION TO THE FASCINATING WORLD OF CHEMISTRY. All-in-all, come January 2015, if I make it, I will have 15 ebooks on Kindle!!
No racquetball or Honeymooning this week due to a bad, phlegm-producing cold that I figure will last another week. Thank God I have all this writing and editing I can do help me weather the storm.
Re my book; I HOPE I OUTLIVE MY GREEDY KIDS – The Diary of a Disillusioned Widower. One of them, Laura, who used to call about once a month till about 6 months ago, must have read it. (She has a Kindle Tablet.) I got a xmas card from her yesterday with this note:
“I do believe you have found peace with each other. May you both have a wonderful Christmas and life together.
Love, Monty and Laura.”
My reaction? I’ll not reply. Is that all she has to say to a 93 year-old father who is living on the brink? You would have to read my book to see how much I did for that ungrateful woman who, along with her sister Clare and brother Brian, is one of the most disappointing things that has happened to me. BUT, I’m over it, and I’ve never been more contented in my life than I am now with wife May and my being a physically-fit and healthy established writer.
December 15. 2014 10 p.m. email@example.com
I found this very interesting article on the Drudge Report:
Real vs perceived age: A matter of life and death?
BY LINDSEY TANNER
AP Medical Writer December 15, 2014 Updated 6 hours ago
CHICAGO— How old do you feel? Think carefully — the answer might help predict how much longer you’ll live. That’s according to British research posing that question to about 6,500 adults. Those who felt younger than their real age lived the longest over the following eight years.
Here are five key findings from the study, by researchers Isla Rippon and Andrew Steptoe at University College London. Results were published online Monday in JAMA Internal Medicine: REAL VS. PERCEIVED AGE
The average real age of those questioned was about 66 years. Most adults felt at least three years younger than their real age. Those who felt younger had the least chances of dying over about eight years after the age question was asked. Adults who felt older than their actual age had the greatest chances of dying in that period.
I feel at least 10 years younger than my 93 years, and I attribute the feeling to three major aspects of my regimen:
1. Playing racquetball 2. Riding a powerful 800 lb. motorcycle 3. Staying sexually active.
Other things that may contribute to my feeling: Keeping as fit as possible by lifting weights, not eating junk, fried food, and not allowing my weight to exceed 160 lbs, which I call “my fighting weight” (“fighting” old age) of 160 lbs. 2. Maintaining a sense of humor and having fun 3. Maintaining a proper perspective re life, wherein I don’t worry about anything, I never panic and I don’t take any shit from anyone, including family members. My mantra: Don’t PROVOKE me. 4. I spend my life MY WAY and couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks of me. I only care about what I think of me. And, since I adhere firmly to the Golden Rule I am very comfortable with myself. 5. I strive hard to be a SOMEBODY, especially in my writing of the 14 ebooks being sold by Amazon. 6. I love the feeling of STILL BEING IN THE GAME and I believe it has contributed to my longevity. (Check the obituary columns and see how many make it to my age.Statistically, I should have croaked years ago!)
I just finished writing my 180 page MATH book: HELPING MIDDLE-SCHOOLERS AND MATH HATERS UNDERSTAND MATHEMATICS, which will be published by Amazon around January1, 2015 so it can have an up-to-date copyright.
Saturday December 13 Midnite
We watched a great movie on Turner Classics Movie Channel called LILLIE. They just don’t make them like that anymore. Fetch the DVD at the local library if you haven’t seen it. After being spellbound by the heart-warming, soul-satisfying movie, we watched a bit of Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel and Letterman, and I was struck by the sheer bunch of superficial shit they promulgate and get paid millions of dollars for. Our culture is immersed in deep superficial, meaningless shit, much of it being passed on as entertainment by the movie and TV industries.
It’s the same with the people I associate with, most of whom are brain-dead. When I seriously asked one of them, “Why do you exist?” All he could say was “To please my wife!” Brilliant!
A humorous incident: Last week wife May and I went to Walmart to buy a new leaf rake. When I took it to the cashier, she cautioned me to be sure to use the screw scotch-taped to the handle to keep the rake from falling off. I said, “No problem. I’m good at screwing!” She laughed, looked me up and down ans said, “I’m sure you are.” Wife May was not amused!
Wednesday December 10, 2014 5 p.m.
Greetings to all the Ghosts out there who think they are people:
Wife May and I went to the UPS store to mail a package this afternoon where we were greeted cordially by a middle-aged lady behind a counter who was wearing a T-Shirt with a printed Biblical quote I stared at and read aloud. “All things are possible through Jesus Christ.” I then said to her, “Okay, if that’s the case, jump over the counter.” She laughed good-naturedly and that was the end of that exchange.
Tomorrow I’ll tell you about an exchange I had with a cashier at Walmart’s.
Wednesday December 10, 2014 10 a.m.
Greetings, whoever the hell you are!
I couldn’t access my blog last night; it disappeared! I thought, Oh,Oh, I’m being censored. But, happily, it’s go again. One of the things that I am not too keen on doing is using obscenities, like “shit” and “fuck.” But then I say to myself, “Hell, the movies are full of worse obscenities than that, without public protest,so they must now be more acceptable to people. Anyhow, the language I use is the REAL ME even though it may paint a negative picture of me. Maybe it’s my age, when we tell it like it is without pretense, and let it all hang out. Then too when I an really “pissed off” (provoked, angry) spewing out obscenities seems to help me vent. And, of course, the LOUDER, the better.
In chatting with my racquetball buddy Robert yesterday, a loner who has just acquired a good-looking lady-friend, I said, “Robert, are you still seeing Janet?” After he nodded, “Yes,” I said, “I don’t know about your inclinations, Robert, but as for me, nothing beats having easy access to two tits and a vagina.” It sounds crude, but it’s the truth and it’s exactly how I rate the experiences of life. It’s at the top of my list.
Incidentally, I’ve said that once before several years ago when I was in a required anger-management class after I was jailed for having a bloody fight with my predatory second wife. Our assignment for the final session was to list 5 things that frustrated us the most. When she (the instructor) called upon me (“She” was a very hot young lady) to voice my frustrations (I didn’t mention that being in her class unnecessarily was one of them), I spouted;
#1. Being old and living alone. (I was a bachelor at the time)
#2. Not being able to play racquetball like I used to
#3. Not being rich, famous and as good-looking as George Clooney.
#4. Not being able to have flagpole erections like I used to.
#5 Not having easy access to two tit and a vagina.
When I looked toward her to make eye-contact, she was just holding her head between her hands shaking it side to side in disbelief. When she looked toward me, I put my arm across my chest and said with tongue-in-cheek, “I’m sorry, Ms. Watkins, but you asked for it and I told it like it is.” She gave me an understanding nod and that was it.
When she handed me my Certificate of Completion of the Course as we left, she said, “I hope you get rid of that last frustration so you don’t wind up back here again.” I said, “No to worry. Jail is no fun.” Then, I said, “Honey, (It was the last day of class so I could be brash without negative consequences) it’s too bad you’re all tied up because you’d be the perfect one to help me get rid of that last frustration.” Then I offered and pointed to my cheek and said, “How about a goodbye kiss?” As she complied, I swung my head around and pecked her on her lips. Instead of getting angry, she wagged her index finger at me, laughed and said, “GOODBYE, you dirty old man, try to stay out of trouble.”
You know what? Humor is the grease makes the world go round smoothly, and for many years it’s seen me through a lot of difficulties!
Monday December 8, 2014 firstname.lastname@example.org
One of the things I like about making entries into this blog is that I can say anything I please because I don’t think anyone reads it, and even if they do, I don’t give a shit because the freedom to say what I please is very satisfying. Then too, it’s a great way to vent and say things you THINK about but are reluctant to discuss with others. One of those topics, other than religion and politics, is SEX.
Tell me, what is more fascinating, provocative and interesting than the subject of SEX? I once told a preacher that God made a big mistake! He looked at me sternly and said, “God NEVER makes mistakes!! I said, “He sure did when He made SEX pleasurable. Think of all the problems that caused. Rapes (think about the current charges by women against the famous celebrity Bill Cosby): prostitution with ensuing arrests and the spread of incurable venereal diseases, including Aids: pedophiles even amongst priests who can ruin lives: friction between married couples that can result in divorces: homosexuality that perverts the reason sex organs evolved: adultery: incest; and serial killings like those committed by Ted Bundy (Google Serial Killers).
Incredible! All because an activity, initially designed solely for reproduction, inexplicably became a major source of PLEASURE. But SEX is not the only inexplicable thing that changed for “the better” as we progressed from being animal-like cave dwellers to where we are today (Some scumbags have yet to arrive!). ALL FIVE OF OUR SENSES, which were initially designed for survival, became sources of PLEASURE. We now have gourmet and Soul foods, the arts and music, perfumes and flowers we enjoy smelling, and the pleasure we get from touching things, especially each others bodies. Why I enjoy fondling my wife’s tits and nipples, God only knows, but I thank Him for his foresight in endowing the activity with feelings of PLEASURE.
Of course, a prime example of how pleasurable our sense of touch can be is during foreplay, especially if it involves taking a shower together. But, there are other times, the inexplicable URGE drives us to engage in spontaneous sexual foreplay that can happen at any time, anywhere, and I am foregoing listing the many places and times it has happened to me, and still does!
A question: What other human activity is there that can provide the Epitome of Intimacy that sex does?
Where else can you experience such ECSTASY, unless you are taking drugs like LSD? Why was that Gift bestowed upon us? Can that be one of the reasons we were created – to get as much Pleasure and Joy out of God’s Gift of Life as possible?
I love pondering the imponderable, and that is on the top of my list, which is to be found in my book: DIVINE MYSTERIES.