Ruth Zavitsanos

June 24, 2014

Five years later remembering Pop Icon Michael Jackson

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Michael Jackson Took the World to a New Musical Plateau
by Ruth G. Zavitsanos
Known as the King of Pop, Michael Jackson took the world to a new musical plateau. His new album, released just weeks ago, reminds us that his music, both new and old, is here to stay. It’s timeless.
I’d been vacationing on the Greek Island of Corfu when I’d first learned of his death. On our return from Glyfada Beach on this day, June 25th, we’d all decided on gyros for a late afternoon snack. Pulling off the highway and down the side street in Gouvia, the appetizing aroma of the seasoned lamb basting over a vertical spit wafted through our open windows and tantalized our taste buds. A small gyro luncheonette with no more than three tables crammed inside made the best Gyros ever at the best price ever. Ted pulled curbside (or rather taking on the trait of his Greek counterparts, he parked mostly on the curb) while I jumped out and ran inside.
A Michael Jackson tune played in the background while I ordered the Gyros. This was followed by another melody of the Prince of Rock and Roll coming from the small television hanging in the far corner. I looked up and surmised that the Greek news reporter had said something about the Pop Icon. I asked the counter man what happened as I paid. He said something in Greek and somberly open palmed his hand across the air.
“Michael Jackson died?” I asked, stunned by the news. Could he be more than 50? I looked up at the TV and read the dates. No, his lifeline revealed he’d died at 50. Finishing off the commentary, his song “Man in the Mirror” played leaving me paralyzed until the haunting tune ended. My heart fell and I realized hearing the news in Corfu added something to his passing. Certainly, I’d never forget where or when I had heard this mega performer had died.
I thought back to the first date I’d had with my husband, Ted. My brother had obtained a pair of tickets for the 1984 Michael Jackson and Jackson Five BAD reunion Tour and had offered them to me since he’d be out of town on business. I had met Ted days earlier and sought my older sister’s advice. “Should I invite my friend Terri to the Jackson 5 reunion concert or this cute guy I just met?” She said, “Ask Ted.” And, so I did.
He met me at Grand Central Station and we walked to Madison Square Garden on that balmy August night. We sat next to a few guys our age and one offered me his binoculars. Ted took hold of my hand and never let it go. Later, he told me the guy with the binoculars had been hitting on me. I still don’t see it. I think he was being nice. And, seeing Michael Jackson up close through his binoculars didn’t warrant anything more from me than a Thank You.
We had a blast. Michael Jackson and his brothers did all of the old hits that we’d grown up with bringing me back to my junior high school days of Tiger Beat and posters of teen idols. My locker sported an 8×10 glossy of dreamy eyed David Cassidy, wearing a blue collared shirt, a puka shell necklace and his famous shag hairstyle. To my left, my classmate had a picture of Donny Osmond and his big white toothy smile. To my right, another classmate had a picture of Michael Jackson with his afro, ebony eyes and sweet smile. We’d joke about who had a crush on the better-looking teen idol. And, we’d all agreed, Michael had the best moves and was the most fun to watch.
With gyros in hand, I jumped in the car and shared the news about Michael Jackson with my family. Ted immediately said, “That was our first date. The Michael Jackson reunion tour with his brothers.” I smiled and the girls bit into their gyros dripping with tzatziki. They were far more engrossed with their snack than the news I’d shared, despite my reminder that he’d attained international celebrity status.
That evening, I stopped in to borrow some olive oil from my cousin, and the news focused on everything on Michael Jackson with his songs playing in the background and his face plastered in the corner of the screen. My cousin explained the newscaster’s remarks to me. His passing had been the headline story all over the world.
A few evenings later we walked down that branched off street in Gouvia that had lengthened to the highway, offering a few more parking spots. It had sprouted gift shops, restaurants, a few hotels and Wi-Fi lounges. I stopped at the bar that advertised “Elvis, here tonight.” I peeked in and spotted, wearing one of the jumpsuits he’d made famous in the 70s, a Greek Elvis impersonator with mike in hand, his voice shaking more than his hips. He sang “Only Fools Rush In,” his words strained through a thick Greek accent. I snapped a picture, thoroughly flabbergasted by the Elvis sighting on Corfu.
Continuing down the street Greek Elvis’ voice followed and I must admit the upbeat renditions had me singing along, “Just wanna be yourrrr teddy bear.” Of course, my teenage daughters thought I’d stepped off planet Mars. “Mom, you’re so weird.” Nope, Mom’s just a fan of Elvis, the King of Rock n Roll!”
And so, I’d left Corfu after that visit feeling the loss of two musical icons. One, who had just perished with great debate, and the other who continued to live on through idol makers refusing to let go. Both will always have a playlist reserved on my iPod and I’m thrilled to have known their music and enjoyed their performances. I wish I could say I saw Elvis live in concert. Hubba, hubba. Does it count that when I was eleven he’d performed live from Hawaii, telecast straight into our den?(Yes, in January of 1973 these television rooms off the beaten path were known as dens.)
Both Elvis and Michael Jackson had so much talent, style and passion that, all over the world, their music will be forever cherished. Of course, in doing so, we’ll inspire a motley crew of impersonators.

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March 5, 2014

Traces of Love

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Everywhere I turned were traces of love from memories that had been tucked away in my mind. Now they were flourishing upon arriving in New York City. Like the windows on the skyscrapers found there, I have a clear view of these times spent while walking around this city’s streets.

Many shows from Man of La Mancha and Little Foxes to Jersey Boys and Kinky Boots

Many shows from Man of La Mancha and Little Foxes to Jersey Boys and Kinky Boots

For birthdays and other celebrations, growing up in a nearby suburb of NYC, my family and I often took in popular Broadway shows, famous food establishments, exciting sights, and stylish shopping adventures.

Winter skaters at the Plaza

Winter skaters at the Plaza

My mother and I would stroll along 5th Avenue, sometimes with our Easter bonnets, other times our winter coats or blazers. We always discussed our impressions of the store windows. As a young girl, I found myself thinking “Rhoda” would appear and give us the real “lowdown” on what we were looking at in the display. I’m sure “Rhoda” would’ve liked this one.

This one is a real eye catcher don't you think?

This one is a real eye catcher don’t you think?

Often we’d share one of the enormous sandwiches at Carnegie Deli and then go to Lindy’s for a slice of authentic New York cheesecake. On a chilly night, my father usually bought a bag of hot roasted chestnuts from a street vendor, a satisfying treat while walking back to the parking garage. When I worked in NYC and was on a budget nothing beat Ray’s pizza.

Can you say KNISH, Blintzes and Reuben with a side of deli pickles.

Can you say KNISH, Blintzes and Reuben with a side of Deli Pickles.

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Still famous

Still famous

Carriage rides or a walk through Central Park adds a feeling of serenity after navigating through city streets with screaming sirens and honking taxi drivers.Central Park

Some people say it’s a dirty city. I look around and find visions of elegance.The Plaza Hotel
elegance clock
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Perhaps one of the best things I captured with my camera is more than just a clock, but time standing still. Or, sights that take me back in time. And, some are new. How can this be? Tell me what you see.

Currently on Broadway!

Currently on Broadway!

I found this in Penn Station. They work, too!

I found this in Penn Station. They work, too!

Looks like the 80s to me!

Looks like the 80s to me!


Classic Stage Door

Classic Stage Door

I hope you enjoyed this photo journal. I’m fortunate to still get that invigorating and warm feeling every time I emerge from Penn Station via a stress-free Amtrak ride. Lastly, I know I’m guided to all of these wonderful sights and every person I come in contact with brings me a story to consider. Mostly, I smile. And, it’s definitely easy to spread a smile. It may not last long in fast-paced NYC but it is appreciated. This last time the frigid temps made it hard to smile. But, when I told the street vendor as I paid for my scarf and hat, “It’s too cold to bargain. I hope you sellout of everything.” His runny nose, watery eyes and grateful nod said it all.DSC06278

St. Patrick's Cathedral

October 29, 2013

Skipping A Dog’s Year

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Some people choose to skip Christmas, or perhaps are forced to skip vacation. I’m determined to skip my dog’s upcoming birthday. She doesn’t have any idea of why people keep a calendar or schedule anything beyond getting nails trimmed and hair styled. I make no bones about celebrating birthdays in such a big way Pebbles doesn’t need to look at a calendar to know it’s going to be a non-stop tail-wagging day.

 

 

Why then am I seeking to skip my sweet and kind Border Collie/Black Lab’s birthday this year? Certainly, I did not lose the silly hat I put on Pebbles’ head leaving her with an expression of “Must I really be photographed with this absurd hat!” Nor am I opposed to buying a dog-tailored birthday cookie for her to lick her chops over. In truth, I am skipping her birthday because she is entering the double digits. It saddens me to think she has a lifespan that I wish could triple or perhaps even quadruple.  Instead, given her large mixed breed, approaching ten is not something I want to celebrate because it means she only has a few years left. For that reason, I’d like her to be nine again for many years to come. 

 

 

Should I really deny her the birthday cookie treat and the silly hat along with making her feel as though she is the only one that matters in the house because it’s her special day?  To say she is aging well is easy. To say I am the one with a heavy heart knowing she is aging is not easy.

 

 

Recalling past birthdays, I’m confident that Pebbles will wear the silly hat, eat her store bought doggie birthday cookie and take in a day full of praise with such enthusiasm the puppy in her will come out. Tail wagging, wet kisses and hugs galore will keep her young and lighten my heart.

 

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August 2, 2013

Finding The Fountain of Youth

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Is it thanks to Ponce De Leon that so many migrate to Florida for their golden years? He traveled there five hundred years ago (1513) in search of The Fountain of Youth. Though the state boasts sunshine and early bird specials, it does not have the market on any fountain with a free flowing spring that brings one back to a younger more youthful glow.

However, I believe I have found something that does provide one with a younger and more youthful glow. Before I get into how I found such a phenomenal and long sought after rejuvenation, I will explain how I know it is so. There are pictures that prove it to be true. In these photos, I’ve regained my youthful smile and early twenties glow. And pictures don’t lie. Well, the ones that aren’t “touched up” or enhanced don’t lie.

In looking at these photos, friends, family and those who knew me when I was in my early twenties have commented both in person and on Facebook about how “you haven’t changed. You look the same as you did 25 years ago.”  Why do I look so young and happy in these photos versus other photos taken in recent months and even years. I, as my wise Greek (I mention his Greek heritage because he was quite the philosopher) grandfather would say, “I have to study this.” After studying the photos, I realized I rarely take a bad picture when I’m on vacation. In fact, most vacation photos reveal a “younger, happier” me. Of course, we can’t always be on vacation. Then, I looked at other photos, and, when I’m proud, I tend to glow and my skin gives off a youthful radiance. And, finally, when I’m with those from my younger more youthful days, for instance a recent getaway weekend with my college roomies/sorority sisters, I appear to be as I feel in my mind, twenty-something.

Do keep in mind, one must preserve and work to keep those bags at bay or the skin from drying into a web of wrinkles. Using moisturizers, staying away from the common skin irritants (i.e. smoking), and getting a good night’s sleep will definitely provide the right foundation. Once this is accomplished, I believe Ponce De Leon was on to something. We must use our compass and search for our youth as we get older. However, it’s not something we can physically claim but rather something we must mentally attain. Be that relaxed carefree person on vacation. Connect with those friends from earlier years who recall the youthful you. And pause at the achievements of those around you, burst with pride. Others will notice the more youthful you.
 

March 6, 2013

The Scent Of A Sibling

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I’d heard talk of my annual veterinary visit. She’d put it on her calendar. And when something went on THE calendar, the one sitting on her big desk next to that big lit up screen, it is going to happen. I’m fine. Actually feeling great since they give me this pill twice a day that keeps my weight down and my energy up. Thyroid. I don’t know what it means, but my favorite visitor, Grandma who brings me treats, she takes a thyroid pill, too. And she’s full of energy.

The morning of the vet appointment had arrived. I jumped in the car ready for the visit. Shots. There was talk of shots. I sat nervously in the front seat and then jumped to the back, thinking I might be forgotten back there. Soon I knew that was not so when the window next to me went down a bit. We pulled into the parking lot, and before the windows went up, my nose tickled with a familiar scent. I got out of the car and took in more of the scents. NO. No I did not want to go in that building. Death had arrived. I did not want to be there. Death lingered near that familiar scent. Pushing and pulling, I finally went in, but my nerves were so bad I couldn’t sit still. I shivered and panted. Told to calm down, patted, and hugged, nothing helped. Fear consumed me. Something in that backroom held a familiar scent, and Death shrouded over it. I considered barking and making a big deal, but I preferred to leave. When a cat arrived, I pretended to want to chase it thinking I could then bolt out the door. Instead, the leash tightened.

A nurse came out and sweetly said my name. Prompted to move, I stood firm. Practically carried into the room for the doctor to give me my physical, I panted heavily and shook non-stop. Closer now, the familiar scent grew stronger.

“What’s wrong with you, Pebbles?” my owner and dearest being asked. “I’ve never seen you like this,” she said, patting me. “Calm down,” she held my face.

If I could cry the tears would’ve been there. If I could speak, the words would’ve been heard. All I could do is shake, pant, and look at the door with the hope of escaping.

The vet arrived. Her voice sweet and caring, she coaxed me over to her. Next, I was placed on the slippery, shiny platform and weighed. My weight is good, the vet had said. Trying for a heartbeat, my owner had to hold me. “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen her this upset. Maybe it’s because she’s getting older.” The vet managed, though I can’t imagine how, ‘cause I thought once my heart leaped out of my skin. SHOTS. Here come the shots. I didn’t care. Shots were nothing compared to what was going on behind that door to the back room. Shots meant I’d have a chance at a healthier life. And Death was behind that door.

“She’s taking these shots great,” the vet said. “Her teeth look really good.”

My owner took me off the platform and hugged me. “Pebbles, hear that? You have healthy teeth. That means you’re a healthy girl.”

Though my heart was pounding loudly, I did hear and more than that I saw in her eyes the love and happiness she had at that moment. For a second, I forgot why I’d been in such a state of shattered nerves.

“Come on, lets get those nails cut,” the vet said.

Nails cut. I’d have to go in that back room. I sat and refused to move my 61-pound body.

“Pebbles, you’re just getting your nails trimmed,” my owner said. Her voice sharpened. “Come on, let’s go.” She pulled, but I did not budge.

No. I couldn’t go back there. I’m sorry. I wish it weren’t so. Truly I do, but I can’t stand to see and… I’d been pushed, and the door closed quickly behind me. Lowering my head, I wished my keen sense of smell would diminish just for the few minutes it took to get my nails trimmed. I looked away. The nurse held my head and talked to me. I didn’t listen. I wanted to be done.

My heart faltered, Death flew past me and stopped where my sibling lay. Yes, the familiar scent was that of my sister from the same litter our mom bore just over nine years ago. She’d been the one Death came for behind the door. I barked. At first I wanted Death to leave her be, but I heard the talk. That she’d been in pain. Her organs shut down, and nothing could be done. I barked again, saying goodbye and wishing her a safe trot over the bridge to doggie heaven.

I returned to my owner, calmer.

“Happy to have those nails cut,” she said.

After paying we walked out and she turned to hold the door for my litter sibling’s owner. A young man with tears in his eyes and a leash wrapped in his hand. I took in her scent, knowing she’d gone peacefully and now trotted aimlessly full of joy across a great field, one that never ended.

My owner knew. “Awe, you’re sister, Tippy, didn’t make it. But she’s not in pain any more and is where she needs to be.”

I wagged my tail. She hugged me. On the drive home, I stuck my head out the window and looked up to the sky, taking in the fresh air for me and Tippy.

*Footnote: This story, though told through my dog, Pebbles’, point of view, is based on fact. My heart goes out to Tippy’s family over their loss.

November 2, 2012

When Sandy Came to My Backyard

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Keeping the family warm during SANDY.

It was not a typical get up and go to school day. I knew mama nature was coming through my backyard soon. All those nutty squirrels, sly foxes, and darling deer were moving around grabbing food and looking for a warm place to hide. Even the birds did not dare sing their songs. Though, I’m always happy having a loving family, during these times I really feel my heart pound with joy knowing I will be safe.
During our last outing the winds blew my fur every which way and Rocky could hardly stay on his little paws. We chased the ball, did our business and ran in before long. Without warning, silence and darkness fell inside. People talking on a screen in the family room, along with the other screens with lights and sounds, went black and silent. Soon, various scents filled the room with soft yellow and orange lights waving. Where often we were shooed off, now we were ordered to sleep in the bed. Rocky shook like the leaves outside during the worst of it. I stayed strong, but fear kept me from moving. Winds roared and rain, oh the rain. After the first night, the winds died down and so did my fear. Rocky made a mess, but he didn’t get in trouble. Finally we got to go out, but not for long. The rain kept falling and inside the cold gave me a chill that I shook off. My family insisted I stay near. Were they scared? My soft dry fur and body heat put a smile on their faces. I like this, my tail wagged and Rocky also enjoyed all the attention. Along with quiet conversation came lots of praise for me and Rocky, too. That big screen and those other screens where fingers pound away in front of it, never went on. At night, I led the way but was given a circle of light to follow. By the third night it got colder. Blankets were added to the family couch and Rocky sat up high on them while I snuggled next everyone. All of us being together had our tails wagging. At times, they went out to “Power up”. One time they came home and it was dark, silent and I had my tail between my legs while Rocky shivered. When they came back, we were met with sadness. Wherever they went, it was better than home. How could that be? In their voices, fear penetrated through me. I thought about all the darkness and cold. Maybe there was something to those screens talking and the dings from the washer or the buzz from the dryer. And, what about water. My bowl outside had some rain water in it. Sometimes, that makes me feel icky. Those rooms where I go to throw up haven’t been used at all. Not one loud water flow in three days. I want it back. I want my family happy, safe and warm. Come on big screens, washer, dryer, toilets, heat, lights, come on. Before the early bedtime, in one big wag of a tail, everything came on at once. My family jumped up smiling and laughing. Rocky and I got in on the excitement, barking, jumping, tails wagging. We were all glad to be in our home…again.

August 20, 2012

Brighten Life Up, Spin the Color Wheel

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We talk about our need to be happy and when we’re not talking about it we’re seeking ways to find happiness. Life is riddled with despair, heart ache, challenges and missed opportunities that can bring us to our knees. We feel the heavy burden pulling us down, creating an agonizing pain in our shoulders and neck that spreads faster than lava into our heads. A throbbing headache persists for days. Finally and perhaps slowly, life levels out and soon we hit a peak, exuberance, opportunities, and joy touches our lives. We are thrilled to know “Life is Good”, No, life is wonderful. We laugh, smile, seek out others to share our joy with and perhaps make them a believer in what a difference a day or two or five can make. This is our time to shine on others. It’s not easy because some people enjoy staying under a rock for fear they will peek out and be hit with more hardship.

This past week I encountered enormous stress that weakened my being and took me to hiding under that rock. Actually it was more like a boulder. In an email I shared some of my setbacks, hardships and concerns with a good friend. He returned my email to me in a lavender text saying, “I chose this color to soothe you.” It worked. Just knowing someone thought enough to send me this kind of “healing”  made me realize there is so much good out there. I wrote back in a softer tone of terra cotta. He replied in Green, since he is trying to sell his house and Green signifies money. I wrote back in sky blue because I was uplifted by our “mood ring” emails and shared the news of an upcoming book signing event. Honestly, the color key for the emails put a new spin on the way I saw things and this realization made me extremely grateful. Sometimes we need another eye to show us life is not black or white.

When this thought came to me I was surfing channels and stopped at a PBS special, THE HAPPINESS ADVANTAGE. Motivational speaker, Shawn Achor, discussed his philosophy on attaining happiness. One thing he said that really struck a chord, especially at this time, was that we can adjust the lens for which we see things.  I’m appreciative to my friend and his color wheel for brightening my vision. Sometimes it only takes a sweet, encouraging thought to bring out the good, provide happiness, or simply offer a glimmer of hope.

Moving forward and with so many ways provided with the internet, phone, correspondence and personal interaction, I’m making it a point to shine the light on someone daily. Today I commented on my friend’s blog she wrote while on a missionary visit to Africa. She and her church group built a home in a place where darkness prevails were it not for the generosity of others.

Is it time you spin your color wheel?

June 4, 2012

Snippets

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Snippets-a small piece of something ,sampling.

I’ve come to find that the best blogs are highly informative, thought provoking and least wordy. Lately, I adhere to the  “less is more” addage of these times.

Snippets of information are making their way into our brain via the internet in a little more than a tweet’s 140 word limit. For me, it’s like getting on the roller coaster at an amusement park for a fast, sharp, thrilling two minute adventuresome ride. Thanks to the internet’s speed, there’s no waiting involved.

I used to revel in the delights of getting Vanity Fair in my mailbox, excited to delve into their long in-depth stories. Now, I’m reading a vast number of tweets, blogs, and yahoo news briefs in less time than one VF profile story. Am I more informed? I know I’m not a walking encyclopedia on a subject but I can discuss many different topics in the brevity it was given to me in. And, lets face it, often when having a “real time” discussion at a social gathering, a yawn prevails when one rambles on. When time allows, going beneath the surface to discover more about the subject will only improve interpretation and stronger debate skills. Keep in mind, too much of one thing can cause clutter. Snippets allow us to take in the new and discard the old without over crowding.

And so, I’m back to my journalistic teachings of giving all the facts with concise brevity. Newspapers might be taking a backseat to the internet, but people seeking to grow, learn and engage with others will always want what Joe Friday proclaimed decades ago, “Just the facts”.

*This blog was written in just 2 tweets!

December 29, 2011

2012 Make it Happen

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Carpe Diem, Make it Happen, Take on life and LIVE

These are a few adages I hold close to mind and heart when entering a New Year. They’ve traveled through the centuries for good reason. I’ve learned that in order to Seize the day, Make It Happen and Take On Life and Live we must find in ourselves Tolerance, Compassion and Peace to attain true Happiness.

It’s important to surround ourselves with those who also believe in these virtues. In that life has its ups and downs, during our longer and more trying days we must dig deep to bring forth tolerance, find compassion, and embrace peace. Others can easily tip the scales or worst, act with contempt and disruption, leaving us hurt and disappointed. We can not control what others do or say, but we can think their actions and words through. If we find discourse and intolerant meaning uprooting our solitude we must preserve ourselves by eliminating negativity, which often creates chaos. We can all err at times. Step forward and allow peace to prevail, recognizing and offering an apology often brings happiness. An apology is more than “I’m sorry.” Those simple words in this advanced society are like taking a charcoal pencil to lamb skin, primitive. Think about what can be done, rather than said. If the words were upsetting undo the words with an afternoon filled with laughter. All of us have inside the means to create joyfulness, some have to dig and try harder than others depending on their days. Usually, it does a heart good to reach back to a better place through a picture, a happier time through a song, or relaxing with a good book. All of these things can inspire positive action.

In 2012 Carpe Diem and I wish you a Happy New Year!

Carpe Diem, Horace (Roman Poet)

Make It Happen (Cleopatra)

Take On Life and Live (unknown)

November 26, 2011

Black Friday, not really

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Black Friday

After my family and I enjoyed our festive day of thanks with loved ones, we relaxed in front of the television watching football and Miracle on 34th Street.

As usual, commercials announced sales on tap for Black Friday, the following day. Wait, did I say the following day? Wrong. These sales for many retailers were starting at midnight, some even as early as 8 p.m.

“What happened to 4 a.m.?” I asked looking at the television, but got the answer from my recently college educated nephew, “Commercialism. They’re trying to get more time out of Black Friday.”

“No. I’m still going at 5 a.m.” I crossed my arms in defiance determined to stick to the original Black Friday event of departing at dawn. Certain, if I did not, the exuberance of waking before sunrise, making a game plan of what stores to visit after reviewing their ads, and then being part of the calamity of retail hype melded with actual savings would be much like opening the refrigerator and finding no leftovers. A huge letdown. Black Friday should follow Thanksgiving not become part of the day.

After watching the news my daughter and I decided to go at a more practical and later time, leaving at 7 a.m. We got some chosen buys and I smiled when the cashiers said, “It was crazy here from 12 midnight until about 2:30 a.m.” That was the consensus of all the stores we went to BLACK FRIDAY morning, which meant we made the right decision to go later. If I wasn’t planning to go at 10 p.m. or midnight then why get up at the crack of dawn.

Perhaps the thing that really irks me is that this will most likely become the standard for Black Friday shopping. Deep down, I had hoped shoppers would holdout until the early morning hours. This hope faltered when a woman interviewed on the news who had been sitting on line outside of a retailer waiting to get a door buster said, “I just did all the cooking yesterday and we celebrated then,” I realized nothing would be held sacred in front of a 42 inch screen TV.

I wonder if, when George Washington decreed on October 3, 1789 that Thanksgiving be held every Thursday, he considered the following day would curtail the “official day of thanks.” However, for me and my family, we stuck with his original proclamation holding the day dear and genuine.

In the end, Black Friday was a letdown. There was no searching for parking spaces, standing on long lines, or grabbing something an indecisive shopper put down for that outstanding savings. Instead, it was another day of shopping sales. Bring on Cyber Monday. Can we please stay with the designated day?

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