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The pity of it all is that my previously warped view of Sex has been replaced by one that is completely opposite to the one I was gleaned on.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
Actually, they are already here, both Mechanical and Human. You may be working for one, or
more. Lots of them were my “bosses” so they thought. Guess what? All of them are dead!! There
was Raymond Dunne, Robert McDermott, Ray Fields, Dan Rutkowski, Julian Markham, Peggy Wesley,
Supt. of Schools, John Smiley, Bill Cowen, Gene Jenkins and William Beachum. They tried to
smother my Spirit and Creativity, but couldn’t do it Somewhere in the Bible it says: No one has
the power to destroy the Spirit. The long story of my battles against them is told in my book
HUMANISTS vs. HUMANOIDS that is waiting to be formatted by my computer buddy Larry for Amazon’s
One of the reasons I incurred their wrath was the fact that I was an “Outsider” (Reference: THE
OUTSIDER by Colin Wilson) who defied educational conventions and told it like it is. (The story
of my struggle against the Educarats is in my book: THAT STUBBORN SEED OF HOPE) For example, I was
the Mathematics Supervisor who railed against the lock-step teaching of the subject, especially
Algebra, but to no avail. My arguments are still valid today, but reasoning with Educrats is like
reasoning with Terrorists. Now, with the advent of the internet, there is a website that twaches math the way I proposed it be taught more than 40 years ago. (Visit Kahn Academy)
In future entries, I will tell you how to identify (if you don’t already know) the Humanoids amongst us.
On the international level, they run China (think the rape of Tibet) and North Korea.
Have a good day,
I once played racquetball with a wealthy youngish American-Iranian home-builder from Ormond Beach,
FL named Morrie who was grossly overweight – like 300+ lbs! He admitted he sometimes got up in the
middle of the night and ate a full course meal. I barely beat him regularly, mainly because he was way
too fat. Well, he got tired of losing and challenged me to a best 2/3 game match, enlisting the aid the
coach-owner Steve Xnidas to help him. The bet? A dinner for two at the Top of Daytona elite
It didn’t work. I ran his ass off taking advantage of my weight and moving ability. First wife Babs
and I fully enjoyed the most expensive dinner on the menu. When I next saw Morrie at the Club, I said,
“Morrie, your main problem is a matter of who is in charge, the HORSE or the RIDER.” After getting a
quizzical look, I said, “A HORSE will do as it pleases if it’s RIDER allows it to. Your BODY is like
a HORSE that just wants to eat grass all the time, and dislikes being worked. You MIND is the RIDER
that must impose its will upon your BODY. It’s mainly a matter of WILLPOWER.”
I work the hell out of my HORSE and rarely allow it to eat more than it should, nor do I allow it to
exceed my self-established FIGHTING WEIGHT of 160 lbs. (I’m only about 5 ft. 7 in. tall.) Yeah, I pig
out now and then, but if my bathroom scale reads more than 160 lbs., I get pissed-off at myself and
“Go Spartan.” Excuse me while I go check my weight right now….
Oh, oh. I thought so because I can feel it. I’m in the RED ZONE at 159.5 lbs! I shall back off eating
my evening snacks of a heaping tablespoon of crunchy peanut butter, and my cheese/pretzel mini
sandwiches with a glass of red wine. I really feel great at about 156-157 pounds and what motivates me
the most is being a lot more agile on the racquetball court at that weight. The other motivating fact
is that I HATE TO LOSE!
Today is Sunday, August 31, 2014. Playtime is Tuesday morning, and I will lose at least 2 pounds by then,
you can bet on it! It’s tough enough to be competitive at 93, and carrying extra weight makes it just
that much tougher. Incidentally, I am still able to rise to the occasion when May and I do our Honeymoon
thing on Sunday afternoons, in case you are interested in what lies ahead for you if you stay in shape!
The Italian Stallion
Technically, I am classified as a nonagenarian. I just finished writing a book titled:
A Nonagenarian’s Path to Living Longer and Better. The first chapter:
A Bit About Me
I am a 93 year-old retired educator turned writer who is physically fit enough to play competitive racquetball
and ride an 800 lb Yamaha motorcycle. [I rode it today (August 30, 2014) 25 miles to Ormond Beach) And, best of all,
I am still able to regularly enjoy honeymooning with my 63 year-old wife, May, without the aid of pills. In fact,
I don’t take any pills at all, not even vitamins, and I have no significant ailments.
Joie de Vivre
Joie de vivre is a French phrase that expresses a cheerful enjoyment of Life, an exultation of the mysterious
Spirit that dwells within us. It is epitomized by the thrill of victory and discovery, and the sweet taste of
success. Sure there is the agony of defeat and a multitude of sorrows, but, at least for me, the pluses I
experienced were worth enduring all of the minuses.
The I that is also Me consists of a Body, a Mind, and a Soul, which I believe is a Spark of the Divine Spirit
that created me. All three parts of me are a team wherein each of the parts depends upon the others and contributes
to the well-being of others. One need only to contemplate the way in which we have come to Exist to fully understand
and appreciate the fact that being Alive is a Miracle!
I am grateful for the Gift of Life and I love being Alive, so much so that I am doing all I can to stretch out the
experience as long as possible. Some very smart people, like Dr. Deepak Chopra (How to Know God) and Dr. Gary Zukav
(The Seat of the Soul) believe we will be reincarnated, but I’m not banking on it. I tend to agree with Eckhart Tolle
(The Power of Now) and the advice of my forebears who said Carpe Diem (Seize the day).
One of the main reasons for my Love of Life is the fact that, at age 93, I am still physically fit enough to play
competitive racquetball, ride an 800 lb. motorcycle and honeymoon about once a week without the need for pills.
From my teenage years to the present, one of my main goals was to do my duty to my body, which was to keep it as
physically fit as possible. I now have an additional goal: To see if I can stay physically fit enough to be able
to play racquetball till I’m 100, and maybe even beyond. Just 6 ½ years to go! Now that’s motivating!
I attribute my fitness and longevity to a number of things, and first and foremost is skill of three doctors who have
kept me in the ballgame. One is my cardiologist, David Henderson, who performed an angioplasty procedure some 22 years
ago, which was a wake-up call that resulted in my making significant changes in my life style.
Don’t take any crap from anyone!
Keep in mind:
NO ONE, not the President of thee U.S.; the Pope or the Queen of England
is more important than you are!
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. (Eleanor Roosevelt)
In our culture, it’s vital that you make a barrel of money as fast as you can.
Don’t ask for a celebrity’s autograph unless you are asked for yours.
Be aggressive. Don’t be a wimp. Nice guys finish last! (Leo Durocher)
Work the hell out of your body; feed it intelligently with nutritious food;
feed you mind with intelligent soul-satisfying food for thought; avoid all
negative sources of bad karma, like “action-packed” movies, violence-based
video games and people who are losers.
I just finished writing a booklet titled: A Nonagenarian Tells How to Live Longer and Better.
My qualifications for writing it: I will be 94 next April. I play competitive racquetball
three times a week, ride an 800 lb. 1100 cc Yamaha motorcycle, my blood pressure averages 110/65;
I have no significant ailments, I take no pills, not even vitamins, and I still get a thrill
out of honeymooning once a week.
The booklet (30 pages) will soon be available on Kindle, but I will be glad to send any of you
a copy as an attachment. I’m not out to make money. I just want to help others get as much of
a kick out of life as I do.
My credo is summed up in this photo. I do all I can to nourish the FOUR PARTS of me that are
critical for happiness and Peace of Mind.
Courtesy of Frank Sganga, The Survivor
The Mind is as mysterious as its Creator. Where did it come from? When does it
enter our brains? Tell yourself to make a fist, then do it. How does your hand
know what you are thinking? When my mind wanders into unpleasant memories, I tell it:
“Don’t go there!” and I order it to think of more positive things, like having sex.
Does that mean there are TWO of me?
One of the most fascinating things about minds is that, with their use of hands,
minds have produced everything in the world that is Man-Made using TOOLS invented
by Minds. How can that Ghost in our BRAIN do such things, like building bridges,
skyscrapers, space ships, TVs, computers, drones, self-driving cars, and on and on….
I AM THE MIND
I am the mind,
I am nothing,
I am everything.
Like the Universe
I am limitless;
I have no end.
Look about you;
what you see
was not made by “man”
but by me.
I am the great inventor,
problem-solver and creator.
I am art, music and intelligence.
Like space and God,
I have no beginning and no end.
The thoughts I think,
the words I speak,
are the real me,
not what you see.
How is it
that I can hear and see
and hate and cry,
and feel excruciating pain –
I, who am a ghost?
God and I,
are the ultimate mysteries.
Like words, I exist,
yet, I don’t.
Find me, if you can,
in the place where I reside.
Fathomless, ineffably alive,
I have roamed the Universe
which would finally
Give me a home,
‘Tis then I came to “exist”
embodied for a brief moment
wedded to a body
created by the same God
who created me,
till death do us part.
At age 93, death is naturally imminent. I have the Grim Reaper sitting on one shoulder
and a Mortician sitting on the other one. I wonder what will happen to my mind after I
croak? Since it entered my brain when I was an embryo, doesn’t it make sense that upon
my demise, it will return from whence it came? I will find out, I presume, but too bad
I won’t be able to let you know how the movie ends.
Frank, the Wonderer
If so, tell me, what are the most important things in Life? The way I figure it,
#1. Having an adequate amount of food and a decent shelter.
#2. Being healthy and physically fit.
#3. To be loved and to have someone to love.
#4. To find your God-given gift, and fine-tune it to perfection.
#5. To know yourself – the kind of person you are and whether or not you are
proud of yourself. (Finding out I am an “Outsider” has helped me considerably
in coping with life’s curve balls.
#6. To know when to hold ‘em and when to fold ‘em.
#7. To understand that you get what you give, which is really what The Golden
Rule is about.
#8. To dedicate your life to making others happy, which triggers the boomerang effect.
#9. To leave this wonderful world in better shape then it was when you entered it.
#10. To keep in mind that people are more important than things.
#11. Not to sweat the small stuff.
#12. Never use yourself for a standard. Other people can spend their lives any
way they please as long as it doesn’t interfere with yours.
#12 To maintain a sense of humor no matter what.
#13. To never panic.
#14. Never allow anyone to put you down with impunity. Sass them back!
#15. Nourish all of you: Body, Mind and Spirit.
#16. With computers, it’s garbage in, garbage out. Same with how you spend
your time. Shun violent movies, TV shows and video games. They are
No one can be luckier or happier than I am, and the main reason is that I have
a loving, very compatible companion to share my life with. The icing on the cake
is that she has been my inspiration in writing 10 ebooks that includes a movie
that are available on Amazon’s Kindle. Just go to Amazon Kindle Store and type
in Francis T. Sganga to review them.
Peace of Mind be with you,
Frank the Perennial Optimist
Want to chat? Contact me at =>
firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com
I have often been asked: What made you take up writing?
I’ve been writing most of my adult life. At first, I felt impelled to do it intuitively,
then I came to realize why. It’s Soul-satisfying. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I
don’t let disappointments or problems fester inside me. Writing gives me an opportunity
to express my feeling and vent. Also, I am very up front and anyone who provokes me does so
at their own risk. I have a sharp tongue and a reasonably sharp mind.
For example, a relative by marriage prides himself as being an expert in English grammar.
One day I was sitting in the passenger seat while he drove and our wives were in the back seat.
As I gazed out of the window, I spied a home and said, “Wow, that’s a very unique house.”
Quick as a wink, the smart-ass retorted, “Frank. There’s no such thing as VERY unique. It’s
either unique or it isn’t.”
I was instantly provoked and forcefully responded, saying “Allen, you may be unique, but
compared to you I an VERY unique.” The women laughed loudly, and that shut him up, but good!
One of the things I NEVER do is correct someone unless it’s important, like driving the
wrong way down a one-way street!
I’ve written about a dozen books (check Amazon’s Kindle Store), and all of them, so far have
been financial flops. But, frankly, I don’t give a damn. Just having them available world-wide
on the internet gives me a great sense of satisfaction.
There are mainly two kinds of people. The vast majority are like the thousands of spectators
in the stands watching a few who are on the field playing the game. By writing books and,
having them published I have that pleasurable sense of feeling I am still in the game and
at age 93+, I’m not in Limbo just waiting to die.
In my next entry, I will tell you how you too get published even though you are not famous
like Hillary Clinton, who actually had a Ghost Writer write her book.
The old Survivor who keeps on ticking like a Timex watch!
A nice article appeared in the August issue which you can read online if you
Google AGING TREE, go to the top in orange color and click on AGING TREE ILLUSTRATED,
then click on the cover of the newspaper. The lady who wrote the article is Courtney
Senecal and I just wrote this imaginary interview she had with me thinking it may
be worthy of publication. Here ’tis:
Your book deals with Divine Mysteries. What is a Divine Mystery?
It’s something that is scientifically inexplicable; something that borders on being a miracle.
The intelligence and information in your DNA that made the unique you. You are basically a bag of billions of molecules that were once dead like dirt. Then one day your father’s sperm entered your mother’s egg, and all of the molecules began to follow thousands of directions that made all of the thousands of parts your body is made of. Some became a brain, others became a heart, eyes, ears, arms, legs, fingers and toes and so on.
Where did the directions come from?
That is the million dollar question. And my answer is: God only knows! I can only think of two possibilities: the directions came either from the molecules we’re made of via evolution or they came from an Intelligent Designer.
From what you say, I presume you believe in an Intelligent Designer.
That’s what my book is all about. As you know I am pushing 94, and it is unbelievable to me that the neuron cells in my brain can recall experiences I had more than 80 years ago. I consider that too to be a Divine Mystery. How do the flesh and blood cells brains are made of store information for so many years. Then too, how is it that flesh and blood cells can be creative, as Beethoven’s were when he created his 9th symphony?
Can scientists provide an answer other than attributing it to an Intelligent Designer?
Not yet, and I doubt very much that they ever will. I am a great fan of Dr. Deepak Chopra who is a frequent guest on Oprah Winfrey’s show and who wrote the book titled How to Know God. He just offered atheists, including the world-renowned biologist and atheist, Richard Dawkins, one million dollars if they could provide a scientific explanation for the biological basis of an idea or a thought. (Google: Deepak Chopra’s million dollar challenge.)
Has anyone accepted the challenge?
No. They merely poo-pooed the challenge as a publicity stunt, but that is a cop-out. I once asked a doctor who was stitching a cut in my hand, “How does a thought move a muscle?” He just shrugged and laughed indicating he didn’t know. Think about it, Courtney. If you mentally tell your hand to make a fist, how does your hand know what you are thinking? Does it have a brain of its own?
I’ll take the 5th on that one.
We humans have abilities that evolution can’t explain because the abilities are outside their scientific domain. Evolution can only explain physical changes that occurred over millions of years, but it can’t account for the supernatural domain where love, minds, souls, consciousness, art, music, pleasure and our sense of beauty reside. That domain, to my mind, is the Kingdom of God referred to by Jesus, that contains all of the Divine Mysteries I talk about in my book.
Anyone out there want to challenge my thinking? Be my guest!!