Really Strange Situation I Find Myself In… I Wanted to Re-Publish a Bob Marley Post, But I cannot find It. Alas My Ass! This Will Have to Suffice.

A Rather Strange Strange BoY

C’est Moi!

“Grow Up! I Cried”

“Give me one good reason why”

Cred: Joni

Who The Hell Else Were You Expecting?

Volume is fuked; Crank it up!

Nation War Against Nation!

Check Out The Real Situation

Uncle Bob!

Strange

“Women Seem Wicked When You’re Un-Wanted.”

Five Random Memories from my Three Years Spent in Israel, Egypt, Gaza, and Sinai

My very first morning at the Tel Aviv Sheraton. I had a ‘raw fish’ breakfast buffet at zero five hundred.

(And there were cucumbers, cheese, olives an’ shit too! Outrageous!) I had never had raw fish for breakfast until then. Cost me five bucks (a lot of money for breakfast in 1977 for a twenty-year-old-kid).

I only gagged once and I drank a lot of orange juice, which was the only thing remotely resembling ‘breakfast’ to me. Well, “When in Rome…” I later discovered I could have had scrambled eggs and bacon down the street at the U.S. Embassy for a buck and a half…

My first R&R in November, 1977. I went to Tel Aviv for one week. This just also happened to be the same week Anwar Sadat made his historic visit to Israel and most important, to speak to the Knesset in Jerusalem. The Israelis actually fell in love with Sadat. I did too. Peace was in the air! Sadat was front page news every day in the Jerusalem Post.

The atmosphere in downtown Tel Aviv every night was ‘Party Down!’ (Sadly, this could not last)

First Israeli Love. Her name was Gladys Lehani and she spoke French, English, Hebrew, and Lies.

I was instantly enamored. She worked nights at the Tel Aviv Sheraton in the ‘Kum Kum’ Lounge, a bar. During the afternoons she was a cashier in the little lobby area of the hotel. A place where one could look out the huge windows at the Mediterranean, have a cocktail, read a book, and flirt with her. I spent many hours there doing all four.

Driving through Gaza. After I had been with SFM for some months, I was ‘promoted’ to driver (see this story). The most expeditious way to get to Tel Aviv was to drive straight through the Gaza Strip, so of course we did just that.

Never felt any wisp of danger. Not once. Then one day someone threw a brick into the windshield of one of our vehicles. This prompted management (And S. State: Our ‘Client.’) to suspend all travel through Gaza.

Now let me tell you, this was bullshit. At that point in time we had been travelling through Gaza for many, many months. This was surely an isolated incident—“Just kids havin’ fun,”–to quote Croc Dundee. Hell! I had friends in Gaza.

One in particular comes to mind. His name was Mohammad (go figure) and he ran the gas station where I would always fill up my vehicles when I passed through. We often shared gifts. I gave him American cigarettes and T-Shirts from Texas and he gave me various little Arabic statuettes and such. Once (on his request) I brought him a fifth of Jonnie Walker Red. I thought he was gonna adopt me over that!

The new route we were instructed to take took us through Beersheba and added two and a half hours to our travel time. This was unacceptable, so we (we drivers), ignored it, unless there were ‘uncool’, read, “USG” people riding along as passengers.

Most of the rest were in a frantic rush to get to TA and did not want to waste one minute of their well-earned R&R over some State Department Bullshit, so I always conducted a poll before taking the turn off to Gaza: “Any of y’all got a problem with getting to TA in an hour via Gaza? Or do y’all wanna go through Beer’Sheba and get to TA four hours after yer girlfriends done give up on you?”

The usual response was something like this: “Marcom, I will risk Gaza, not ‘cause I am afraid my girlfriend will give up on me, but because I just can’t stan’ one extra minute of listening to your music!” (I had a boom box on the dash and ‘treated’ my passengers to four or five hours of continuous Bob Marley on my trips. I was famous for this. Sometimes I would throw in a little Joni Mitchell, if I were feeling benevolent on that day.)

The Orphan Benjamin. One night, I think it was in late ’78, I was staggering back to my hooch from our little bar. My walk took me through our game room: Two pool tables, a jukebox, shuffle board, ping pong… etc.

Anyway, just by the exit door there was a table. On this table was a carton of Marlboro’s, a case of Heineken, a ‘doggie bag’ from the galley, and a one hundred dollar bill.

Thinking nothing of it, I just kept on tacking toward my hooch, some fifty meters down the way… I woke up the next morning and instantly thought of all that unclaimed booty and for just an instant hoped that no one had stolen it.

We had a brother/sisterhood there in Sinai. I managed to drag my hung-over ass out of my rack and head in to breakfast in our galley. My trip took me past the table in question. Everything was just as it was the night before; waiting for the rightful owner to sober up and claim. If I had not already been in love with my Co-SFM’ers till then, I certainly was now.

Two hundred folks at SFM, and nary a thief amongst us. I will never forget that minor little memory. It touched me deep.

And then I just went into breakfast. You see? This was not… ‘different’ then! Shit! Can’t explain. Won’t try.

You see? We had love. And respect.

***

I am thinking of continuing this series in light of the recent news from Israel and Gaza. Not saying that my experiences are relevant today, but I do feel the need to write them. Please let me know if you are interested to read of my times spent in the region.

Q&A: Have you ever been to The Middle East?

Do you live there?

Do you care? Have you ever had a desire to visit the ‘Holy Land’? (ahem). Do you find me abrasive? 😉

Do you know that I love all comments?

Salaam and Shalom,

Lance

Half-way to  Jerusalem

Vid Credit:

Käyttäjän leopahta kanava

Video Credit: andrew91118

I Tried To Re-Blog This, But Guess What? Word-Press Got In The Way–I Am About To Huff & Puff- By The Hair Of My Skinny Skin Chin! This Post is All Outta Sinks–U Figger it Out. Good Luck!

Stand Up For Your Rights!

https://theprodigyofideas.wordpress.com/

WordPress Is Pissing Me Right-The-Fuk-Off!

“Hey WP! Don’t Force Me To

Huff & Puff!”

But

Then

A

gain

It’s

All

In

The

Game

Ain’t It?”

Boy, You Got Me Confused

With A Man Who Repeats Himself”

Way Wrong Answer!

STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS!

Ukraine! Ukraine! Ukraine! So Brave Ukraine!

Fuk Scootin’ Putin!

I am so heart-sick!

Mother*Fu*k You PuTin!

The Most Brave Ukrainians are fighting their asses off

I wish there was more I could do to help

I once was a Sailor/Warrior/Almost SEAL

Now I am Nothing

Just an Old Mean Impotent Gas-Bag Curmudgeon

With Attitude

A Mockery of my Former Life.

And Living Out My Meaningless Life

G’Dammmit!

War / We Don’t Need No More Trouble

(Uncle Bob Live At The Rainbow Theatre, London / 1977)

War!

Evevr’y Where There is WAR

Why?

Why??

Why???

(Why Not? — We gots Nothing Better to DO

“Totally ‘Down-Stroyed'”– I LOVe a Good Play-on-Words!’

My ‘Editing’ sucks–Sorry.

****

“Everywhere is War”

Why?

(I’m Not Really A Liberal–I Just Play One On the Internet)

And Yes!

I Have Spent A Lot Of Time In Africa

Specically

Mombasa

&

Nairobi

Cred: Unc/e Bob Marley & The I-Threes

Yeah

I Read This Book

Thrice

Of COURSE I Was Correct! Here Was My Heady, Bona-Fried Prediction From Months Ago: “Russia is Gonna Invade The Ukraine.”

I Am So Fukkin’Prescient & Smart!

Hahaha!

****

You Don’t Strap On A Condom If You Don’t Intend to Fuk! Over A Hundred Thousand troops On The border!

Are You fukkin’ Kidding Me?”

I Stand With Ukraine!

Roads to Moscow

Credit: Al Stewart

***

My Last Wife was Married to a Ukrainian;

Be’fore I stole Her Away From Him,

I Met him.

We became fast friends

(He was a Veteran of the Afghan Came-Pain)

Was wounded in battle

Uncle Bob:

Twice

We connected.

We Had A-lot In Common–Namely a Woman)

****

What’s Sleepy Joe gonna Do?

Fuckin’ Nothing!

Absolutely Fukking Nothing

‘Cept Maybe Take A Nap

*****

“Roads To Moscow”

“They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood…”

Cred: Al Stewart

On The Border

This is a Sad Song, but so

Meaningful for Today

I’m Just Glad

I’m on The Back-Nine of Life

&

I Won’t Live To See What Is About to Happen

I Don’t Wanna Live To see The Day

Of

What Is About To Happen,

Cred For Share:


sherrylynn70 aka Sentimental Journey Productions

KIEV, UKRAINE – JANUARY 9: A rally “Say no to Putin” is held in Kiev, Ukraine on January 9, 2021. Ukrainian nationalists are displeased with the interference of Russian President Vladimir Putin in the internal affairs of Kazakhstan. Russia sent about 3,000 troops to Kazakhstan to quell protests. (Photo by Stringer/Anadolu Agency via Getty Images)

Fuk You CNN!

I MAY Get Back to This

Maybe

Maybe Not

It Just Makes Me Angry

And Sad

Sad For The Country

We Once Stood So Proudly For

Our Mores

Where did they go?

For those of u who think I cannot speell,

Or Discount my self-inflicted incarceration

Never-mind

https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/mores

“Mores are the customs, norms, and behaviors that are acceptable to a society or social group.”


Expand On This? I’ll Get Around to it. For Now, Why Not Re-Post it? That’s My Story & I’m Stickin’ To It — Ever find a ‘Round Tuit? Rare They Are–Just Sayin’…Five Random Memories from my Three Years Spent in Israel, Egypt, Gaza, and Sinai

Round Tuit:

My very first morning at the Tel Aviv Sheraton. I had a ‘raw fish’ breakfast buffet at zero five hundred.

(And there were cucumbers, cheese, olives an’ shit too! Outrageous!) I had never had raw fish for breakfast until then. Cost me five bucks (a lot of money for breakfast in 1977 for a twenty-year-old-kid).

I only gagged once and I drank a lot of orange juice, which was the only thing remotely resembling ‘breakfast’ to me. Well, “When in Rome…” I later discovered I could have had scrambled eggs and bacon down the street at the U.S. Embassy for a buck and a half…

My first R&R in November, 1977. I went to Tel Aviv for one week. This just also happened to be the same week Anwar Sadat made his historic visit to Israel and most important, to speak to the Knesset in Jerusalem.

The Israelis actually fell in love with Sadat. I did too. Peace was in the air! Sadat was front page news every day in the Jerusalem Post. The atmosphere in downtown Tel Aviv every night was ‘Party Down!’ (Sadly, this could not last)

First Israeli Love. Her name was Gladys Lehani and she spoke French, English, Hebrew, and Lies. I was instantly enamored. She worked nights at the Tel Aviv Sheraton in the ‘Kum Kum’ Lounge, a bar.

During the afternoons she was a cashier in the little lobby area of the hotel. A place where one could look out the huge windows at the Mediterranean, have a cocktail, read a book, and flirt with her. I spent many hours there doing all four.

Driving through Gaza. After I had been with SFM for some months, I was ‘promoted’ to driver (see this story). The most expeditious way to get to Tel Aviv was to drive straight through the Gaza Strip, so of course we did just that.

Never felt any wisp of danger. Not once. Then one day someone threw a brick into the windshield of one of our vehicles. This prompted management (And S. State: Our ‘Client.’) to suspend all travel through Gaza.

Now let me tell you, this was bullshit. At that point in time we had been travelling through Gaza for many, many months. This was surely an isolated incident—“Just kids havin’ fun,”–to quote Croc Dundee. Hell! I had friends in Gaza.

One in particular comes to mind. His name was Mohammad (go figure) and he ran the gas station where I would always fill up my vehicles when I passed through.

We often shared gifts. I gave him American cigarettes and T-Shirts from Texas and he gave me various little Arabic statuettes and such. Once (on his request) I brought him a fifth of Jonnie Walker Red. I thought he was gonna adopt me over that!

The new route we were instructed to take took us through Beersheba and added two and a half hours to our travel time. This was unacceptable, so we (we drivers), ignored it, unless there were ‘uncool’, read, “USG” people riding along as passengers.

Most of the rest were in a frantic rush to get to TA and did not want to waste one minute of their well-earned R&R over some State Department Bullshit, so I always conducted a poll before taking the turn off to Gaza: “Any of y’all got a problem with getting to TA in an hour via Gaza? Or do Y’all wanna go through Beer’Sheba and get to TA four hours after yer girlfriends done give up on you?”

The usual response was something like this: “Marcom, I will risk Gaza, not ‘cause I am afraid my girlfriend will give up on me, but because I just can’t stan’ one extra minute of listening to your music!” (I had a boom box on the dash and ‘treated’ my passengers to four or five hours of continuous Bob Marley on my trips. I was famous for this. Sometimes I would throw in a little Joni Mitchell, if I were feeling benevolent on that day.)

The Orphan Benjamin. One night, I think it was in late ’78, I was staggering back to my hooch from our little bar. My walk took me through our game room: Two pool tables, a jukebox, shuffle board, ping pong… etc.

Anyway, just by the exit door there was a table. On this table was a carton of Marlboro’s, a case of Heineken, a ‘doggie bag’ from the galley, and a one hundred dollar bill.

Thinking nothing of it, I just kept on tacking toward my hooch, some fifty meters down the way… I woke up the next morning and instantly thought of all that unclaimed booty and for just an instant hoped that no one had stolen it.

We had a brother/sisterhood there in Sinai. I managed to drag my hung-over ass out of my rack and head in to breakfast in our galley. My trip took me past the table in question.

Everything was just as it was the night before; waiting for the rightful owner to sober up and claim. If I had not already been in love with my Co-SFM’ers till then, I certainly was now. Two hundred folks at SFM, and nary a thief amongst us. I will never forget that minor little memory. It touched me deep.

And then I just went into breakfast. You see? This was not… ‘different’ then! Shit! Can’t explain. Won’t try.

You see? We had love. And respect.

***

I am thinking of continuing this series in light of the recent news from Israel and Gaza.

Not saying that my experiences are relevant today, but I do feel the need to write them. Please let me know if you are interested to read of my times spent in the region.

Q&A: Have you ever been to The Middle East?

Do you live there?

Do you care? Have you ever had a desire to visit the ‘Holy Land’? (ahem). Do you find me abrasive? 😉

Do you know that I love all comments?

Salaam and Shalom,

Lance

Half-way to  Jerusalem

Vid Credit:

Käyttäjän leopahta kanava

Who’s Yer Daddy?

Video Credit: andrew91118