Thursday, July 31, 2014

Waiting For Company



Four hundred geese had just been killed in Prospect Park. Air control safety they said.

Here, in the the First Avenue Serengeti the kids sat on a patch waiting, those vigilant parents no where in sight.


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Pets Of Our Lives: Part 4-Cats

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Summer Reruns: Hyman


Originally posted October 28, 2008




He has lived across the hall from Florence since the day in 1961 we moved in. He never spoke to us kids and we kids never spoke to him but everybody knew everything and we knew to be respectful and silent as he came and went.

Later when Florence got sick, I bumped into him more, a slight nod at some point started, but mostly it was the Lower East Side perusing we all do as we gaze from the corner of our eyes, letting the person know "I see you I still don't talk to you."

Today, a day of unburying my mother's life from all the papers she kept, I go get a cafe con leche from the Dominican place that used to be the Giorgianni Brother's market. I needed to cry and caffeine makes it go faster.

There he was pushing his shopping cart full of laundry. I let him know it's Shia on the 3rd floor who died. Not Hannah's brother. How old he asks? Well, Shia had to be late 70's because he and his wife were younger than my parents. "70's?" he asks? "That's young. I'm 91."

And then we talked. Fifty years not a word, today we talked.

He takes care of himself. The Vet Administration gave him home aides but what for. He has LifeLine. "Just like having a person there." Still, the Vet Administration's been great to him. Full disability.

World War II I ask?

"Yeah. I got captured in France. Was a POW in Germany. Stalag 11B." After, he used to get together with the other guys at these reunions but he doesn't go anymore. "Most of these guys have checked out."

I try to help him get his cart up the five scattered steps between the courtyard and the elevator, the same steps we needed 2 maintenance guys to get Florence in and out of the building. "Nah. I got a system. I'm still pretty strong!" and bump, bump bump the big cart pops up each step.

The blond mommy and her little blond boy came out of the elevator. When I was growing up I could count on 3 fingers all the blonds in the neighborhood. Now it's just normal. The little boy is dressed like Robin Hood.

Hyman lights up like a Ferris Wheel at night. "whatcha got there, huh!?" and then in the time honored Lower East Side act of loving family, he pulls out a $1 bill and stuffed it in the little boy's hand. "Here! for Halloween!" and the time honor response from the mommy, "What do you say?" "Thank you!" and they skip out.

Hyman tells me, "I'm going on a cruise." I think well maybe the nephew out on Long Island is going to take him some place warm. A mischievous twinkle in his eye, he says, "Guess where?!" Obviously I am wrong about the Caribbean.

"Europe! I'm flying into Rome and then taking a cruise all over Europe. Athens." With your nephew? I ask. "No. By myself." I look so shocked he gets this big grin and I see a young soldier who got grit and guts and verve.

Then a shrug. "People see an old man alone, they're very helpful." but still that wicked fun twinkle.

He says, "I told them, don't give me no 6 months from now deal because I don't know if I'm going to be around then. Gimme something now."

There's light and sun and crisp air and coffee and old newspapers and scribbled notes and doors and landings and scattered steps and elevators and little boys in Robin Hood outfits and dollar bills appearing out of nowhere.

And then he says "Gotta do this. This trip is my last hurrah. Then I'll go quietly."



**
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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Summer Reruns: Sunday Memories Of Letters From The Deep

As forty years of file boxes filled with letters and stabs at writing are culled through and shredded, a post of letters, originally posted November 11, 2008.



The family tradition of writing one another letters:

Dear Mom,
Louise said a curs word and so did I. Louise said a-s-s and and I said f-u-c-k. I'm sorry I said it. (Do not show daddy this note.) You'll find my homework in my note book. Please put back the books and do not forget any of the book. My homework (spelling and math) are the first ones in the first section. Do not mess up my paper. I changed my pantty.
Claire

TO MOM
Please do not throw this paper away!!!!!

Dear Claire
Don't say I never wrote to you at camp
 Love, Louise
PS Whe you come home, I shall have a guest. You'll sleep on the couch Wed.
Love, Louise

"Lend me your ears."
Dear Mother,
Please say to me that you "love me." Don't rip this up.
Love + xxxx
Claire

Dear Claire-
When you are stirred, out there in that beautiful country, to great heights of aspiring, or being inspired, cast your yearning thought to improving your spelling....
Florence

Dear Claire,
Wish you were here. Glad you are there.
Dad

Friday, July 25, 2014

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving And Just Had Puppies!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!



The pregnant chi rescued from the euthanasia list during Social Tees' Los Angeles Rescue Mission just gave birth!!

Four brand new gorgeous little babies puppies!!!!! 

Welcome to the world, rescue puppies!!!!

Thank you to everyone who donated supplies for this little family via our Amazon wish list!!!

More stupidly cute pics to come for the next two months!


CAN ANYONE FOSTER THIS BIG HANDSOME GUY?


Snoop was surrendered to Social Tees last night.

This gorgeous boy is 12 years old.  He's not very happy in his cage.

Because he's a very mature adult he would do better in a home than in a cage while he waits for his forever family to find him.

Email samantha@socialteesnyc.org if you can foster this stud!  He would all be eternally grateful!

And A Little Reminder of Social Tees' 
Successful Matchmaking!



She came to live with us almost a year ago, thin like a piece of paper.  She'd cringe if we moved too fast around her and she ate the way panicked, hungry street cats do, hoping to get enough before something or one attacked.

Now, with a body like Sophie Loren, she romps around, lobbing herself into willing hands that scratch favorite spots.  She still eats fast but often saunters away because she knows it will still be there, no matter what.  

 Well, that is of course if the big boy doesn't eat it.

And sometimes we find her sleeping near or next to us.  Knowing she belongs here and she is safe here.

JOIN THE LOVE!!!!!  ADOPT!!  FOSTER!!!!  SUPPORT!!!



SOCIAL TEES IN THE EAST VILLAGE!!!


Come Volunteer!!! 


Come Visit!!!!


 Come On In!!!!! 

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NY, NY 10003  
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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Summer Reruns Of Dana: Old School High Tech Revisited


Originally posted July 14, 2009

I couldn't get a signal on the computer to find the number of the theater to find out the times of the movie on Friday. "When I get home I'll go on their website and call them," I grumbled.

"I do have a phone book," she said. "It's white and it has numbers in it. I'm even in it."

Later, she read aloud from her hand written stories.   I typed them into my computer. "Wouldn't it be faster to xerox it?" she asked.

"Who's old tech now?" I answered.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Summer Reruns Remember Peace: On The Street That You Live*

Originally posted on March 17, 2009

Nights walking home from Gramma's once-a-week-TV-watching with her...


...these nooks and crannies, as intimate as her small apartment....

... the purring of the bridge...


...if I had my way I'd live right here.



People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.

*My Fair Lady

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sunday Memories: The Sorrow And The Pity


Florescent lights have nothing to do with French collaborators or a four and a half hour documentary about them. 

But on a walk home, looking up at the lone kitchen light in a quiet dark building...

... the sorrow and the pity...

Our house silenced by late hours and defeat, the lone florescent light would be left on in the kitchen, just in case someone needed to get up in the middle of the night and, surrounded by kitchen appliances, stand there, wondering if it was worth trying again when the sun came up.

We weren't the only ones who had those lights.  Everyone had them.  They were plentiful, affordable and functional and came with the apartments we all lived in.  Apartments that were plentiful, affordable and functional.

Those lights and the apartments they used to be in have all but disappeared. 

But, here or there, on a dark street, look up.  What once always was, might still remain.  An empty night kitchen with cold blue light beckoning another leap of faith.

Perhaps all those old lights in those old kitchens so many years ago was the sorrow.  And perhaps their disappearance is the pity.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving
And If You Give You Will Receive


SOCIAL TEES TO THE RESCUE!!!!!


ONLY ONE DAY LEFT!!!!

On top of its New York rescue operations, Social Tees also rescues small dogs from Los Angeles!

They are trying to bring 20 death row dogs that are in a high kill shelter to NY and their fundraising campaign is coming to a close and they are SO CLOSE to meeting their goal -- $185 left to raise!!! The deadline is NOW- FRIDAY!

DONATE HERE: (https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/aohJd/ab/615Sw0?)

Don't have much in your pocket? THAT'S OK! FOSTER HOMES ARE NEEDED TOO!!!

Email samantha@socialteesnyc.org if you can foster for 2 to 4 weeks starting this Friday and PLEASE SHARE!!


CAUGHT BY THE PUP-ARAZZI


LEONA IS UP FOR ADOPTION!!

She's a 4-month-old Treeing Walker Coonhound mix, 25 lbs.

Very well socialized with other dogs and gets along great with every person she meets. She's wee pad trained and well on her way to being housebroken! She's super playful and will grow to be a medium sized, active girl.

Her foster mom says: "Leona (we call her Fiona) has been a love. She is the sweetest, most fun loving puppy ever. She loves to snuggle and sleeps through the night. She is amazing with both our pitbull and our little pekingese. She is not a big barker, is very friendly on walks, and is in the midst of being house broken. She would make a great pet for anyone."

Liked the photo???

A big thank you to our newest volunteer photographer, Alan Perlman of Chey Dog Photography, for taking and sharing these incredibly gorgeous pics of our rescue dogs!!!!

Swooning over this stuff and want to see more? Visit his dog photography collection at www.cheydogphotography.com and/or shoot him an email at alan@cheydogphotography.com. He'd be psyched to hear form you!


JOIN THE LOVE!!!!! 
ADOPT!! 
FOSTER!!!! 
SUPPORT!!!



SOCIAL TEES IN THE EAST VILLAGE!!!

Come Volunteer!!! 

Come Visit!!!!

 Come On In!!!!! 

Social Tees   
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003  
socialteesnyc.org 
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Thursday, July 17, 2014

With Company Time Flies


At the end of a long day, I saw them again. 

All the way on the other side of the First Avenue Serengeti.  Right by the highway.  

It had only been a couple of weeks but those babies now looked huge, almost the size of their parents as they wandered about a patch.

I had been worried.  First there had been no rain and the puddle I often saw them in dried up.  Then there were all those NYC Environment trucks, which could have meant construction was going to start soon.  Then there was just the wilds of New York, with possible idiots slipping down into the unintended wild life reserve and going after them. 

Anything could go wrong. 

On top of all that, there were a couple of weeks of taking the bus.  But, each time it flew by the lot, I craned on tippy toes trying to see if anyone was still there.

Now, on foot, headed home, I had time to walk down to the highway and take another look at the family. 

Two cab drivers strolling back to their cabs saw me leaning into the fence snapping pictures.  They stopped.  One whipped out his phone and joined me.  We all grinned. 

And then... perhaps without warning or maybe just spooked by all these snapping bodies leaning against the chain-linked fence...



... what had been just puffballs only a little while ago now stretched big, strong wings and began beating them as if to take flight.

Me and the two cab drivers all gasped and laughed and took more pictures as we watched them finish their unique pre-flight checks and then wander deeper into the grass after their folks. 

Company would be leaving soon.


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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Neutral This


What is Net Neutrality?

Click here and have it all laid out, including information about coyote urine.  

Funny, wasn't it? But, I bet you're a bit worried now.  

Me, too. 

Chairman Wheeler of the FCC, having received thousands and thousands (yes the site crashed several times) of emails, wanted to hear PERSONAL reasons why Net Neutrality is so fundamental to our freedom of speech being protected, preserved and kept democratic ( you know, like what that Constitution and Bill of Rights says).

So, I wrote him a letter: 





Dear Mr. Wheeler: 

I understand that you wanted PERSONAL stories from all us little non-corporate people about why Net Neutrality is so important to us.  OK.  

I'm a great writer - not mainstream.  Don't do romance novels that both Republicans and Democrats can read.  I write brief moments of New York City through the prism of the heart.  And people all over the world read my little moments and get a sense of a human being living in a city in a country that isn't always very nice.  It's how world peace starts: person to person.  Oh this Jew-girl from NYC is just like me, someone living in Sudan, Iran, Turkey, Egypt, China...

Now, I don't have a lot of money or power but I have a great voice.  The way the internet works now allows me equal play and opportunity just like the folks who get to have a staff.  You know, like democracy and how I was always told as a kid that everyone has the chance to become their dreams in America and anyone can become a president in the United States stuff.

NO, NOT anyone can become president.  You got to be a Bush for that.  But with how the internet works now, I'm equally seen and heard. And quite frankly, I am really good and my work deserves that level playing field. 

BTW if money wasn't involved, the big guys wouldn't be so gung-ho. And I don't think you asked THEM for personal stories about why they want to be paid to go fast while the rest of us will go slow and please do not give me that bull#$* about fast and faster.  It will be slow-free and fast-expensive.

BTW again:  myprivateconey.blogspot.com

I'm good. And undoing the internet's democracy is barely America.  So do your job and uphold America where everyone can make their dreams come true because the playing field is actually level.

C.O. Moed

**


So.  Write your own letter and send it here.  

Feel free to tell Mr. Wheeler you agree with me (especially about my writing).  

Remind him about the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.   

Tell him how, perhaps with a staff, or with barely a nickel in your pocket, the internet allows you to get to know everybody in the world, if you so choose and have the time, by reading their stories and telling your own.  

Remind him that world peace begins that way.  

And if you only visit cat videos and my blog, inform him that poor folks do just as good cat videos as people with endorsement deals.  Net Neutrality will make sure Simon the cat has just as good a chance as Henri

Here's the petition, again:
http://campaigns.dailykos.com/p/dia/action3/c

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Sunday, July 13, 2014

Summer Reruns Of Sunday Memories: "Not Coney. Coney Island."

Originally posted July 20, 2008


Florence is 62 in this picture from the mid-1980s.

Now, 83, she is not only refusing to get out of bed, she is refusing visitors anything but her back.

K., the recreational therapist managed to get Florence to turn to her by playing a sonatina badly on her portable electric keyboard. Annoyed by sloppy playing, Florence rolled over to K., corrected her mistakes and then rolled back into her little corner. K. didn't give up. She began mispronouncing composers' names. It worked. Florence faced her and thus began a lesson in how one is required to speak.

A couple of days later, finished with my swimming lesson which actually went... swimmingly (in other words, I did not drown), I looked down from the glass balcony at the gym's pool filled with bodies going back and forth, and recalled a recent conversation with her former girlfriend who had loved her since they were teenagers ("Your mother was a great swimmer, your mother could swim anywhere, your mother....").

Years ago before we knew her memory had begun step behind closed doors to hide her accidents and mistakes, I got her to talk into a microphone about the place she loved more than her piano.

(See Daughter Of Coney at myprivateconey.com/audio )

Perhaps wondering if I too could coax Florence to roll back into life, I called.

"Hello Florence, I just finished another swimming lesson!"

"I used to go swimming. I swim," Florence said.

"I know. In the ocean." (I had to shout this because she had forgotten how to hold the phone up to her ear and my cell phone in a cavernous gym wasn't helping.)

"Right. And then you sit on the boardwalk, watch the people and they see you alone and they try to strike up a conversation."

"Get out of bed and I'll take you to Coney."

"NOT Coney. It's Coney Island. Coney ISLAND."

"Get out of bed and I'll take you to Coney ISLAND."

"OK. Maybe tomorrow. Don't eat too much. And lie down."

And with that she clicked off to roll back into her resting spot.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving And Saves Hearts

There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

A two-month old Jupiter, then called Jimmy, when he was brought into the shelter with his five brothers and sisters. So sick, they were slotted to be put to death when a friend showed up 45 minutes before it was scheduled, brought them home and nursed them back to health.




Some folks say their pet saved their life. At least a guy on a PBS show said that.

I don't think Jupiter saved my life.



I think he saved me from frostbite seeping into my life and killing off bits and pieces. If it hadn't been for him, I probably would have lived on just fine for years, never noticing that parts of my heart no longer felt.

The Book of Jupiter



How's Your Heart Doing?

 

Baily 

STUDHUNK!!!  This one-year-old lab/shepherd mix is about 60 lbs, and his handsomeness gets him swells of attention everywhere he goes.  [TRANSLATION: BABE MAGNET!!]

He's very playful, and super sweet with everyone he meets. He's good with other dogs, loves long walks, and would make a good jogging partner.  And if you have a great family, he'd be a great family dog. 

His foster mom says: "Bailey is a playful and incredibly sweet mutt. He's a very quick learner! He walks along without pulling and only stops for other dogs when they are persistent. He's currently learning basic commands (sit, lay down, and stay) and is showing great enthusiasm. 

He absolutely loves belly rubs and kisses, and is an expert snuggle buddy! He would do really well in an active home. He has gotten along well with all dogs and people he has met, but he may be a little too playful for most cats. Bailey will make a wonderful and loyal companion!"


What, You're A Cat Person?

 

Mochila


Dashingly debonair cat seeks affectionate, low key human companion. Mochila is a big boy with whiskers for miles! He's four years old and a little shy at firs.  But once you break the ice (HINT: CHICKEN), he'll be your companion for life. 

Come meet him! 325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003; 5-7pm weeknights; 12-4pm weekends; 


SOCIAL TEES SUCCESS STORY!!!!!



Spot, the little dude on the right, was adopted a few months ago shortly after traveling across the country to find his forever home via a recent LA Rescue Mission. He's an East Coast boy now, living it up with an extremely loving family and an extremely fluffy brother.

His mom says: "Spot is a great little dog and we love him madly. He and Buddy and my grand dogs get along so well, which is a blessing. He is the happiest little guy and is such fun. He loves his toys, which are numerous, and steals Buddy's, but he doesn't mind -- he just steals them back.

Spot is a fabulous little guy and the relationship between him and our Buddy is a match made in doggie heaven. They do everything together and there is no jealousy. Spot is so well behaved because he follows Buddy's behavior. We love him so much and he gives that love back. Buddy is 14 and acts like he's 2 when they play, Spot has made him a puppy again.

This is a success story and as good as it gets when matching two dogs and a family together. Thank you for what you do. So glad he is in our lives. Our precious little boy, love him to death. He's happy, healthy and loves his furever home. Thanks for saving our little guy. -- Dottie & Mike & Buddy & Spotty Boy


JOIN THE LOVE!!!!! 
ADOPT!! 
FOSTER!!!! 
SUPPORT!!!


SOCIAL TEES IN THE EAST VILLAGE!!!

Come Volunteer!!! 

Come Visit!!!!

 Come On In!!!!! 

  Social Tees   
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003  
socialteesnyc.org 
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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Encore After A Hard Day's Night: Back To Work

Originally posted October 19, 2010



The old buildings are being scraped clean of poisonous particles and in the new building, the weather's unknown unless you are outside. Still in temporary walls and airport gray carpet, the idea of peace is attempted in between dreams of windows.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The God Of My Understanding
Cannot Be Photoshopped



What if I hadn't turned to look to see if it was raining? 

What if I had been more interested in listening to French colleagues speak French?  You know anything they are saying (even if it is "gee, I hope there's mayo in the fridge") sounds better than any poem I could write.   

What if I had been, as usual, staring at my cell phone, hoping for a message out of the blue that would change everything?  (You ARE the winner of the obscure writer's lottery!!! Just click here!!)

What if?

But I did turn.

At the precise and brief moment a corridor, often packed with the world coming and going, had just emptied out.

In that rare empty space, the most beautiful building in the world stepped forward and reminded me, and reminded me and reminded me again.  

The greater expanse was always unfolding before my eyes.

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Sunday, July 6, 2014

Sunday Memories: A Hard Day's Night At The Movie


Never had, still don't, know what love is.  But the minute a Beatles song comes on I know how to dance to it.  

And in a dark theatre, filled with either pretty much older than young, or younger than when it all happened, the second the Mariners and I heard those songs and saw the faces of JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo we were dancing in our seats.

**

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Friday, July 4, 2014

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving And Needs A Basket


...NOT a garbage can.


Somebody dumped these five kittens at a Social Tees' adoption event.  All are very friendly, 9 weeks old, just bathed, and super sweet. 

Email samantha@socialteesnyc.org now if you can help these babies!!!

And if you do that and fall in love, you end up with...


 .... her...



 ... and him...



.... and them...


JOIN THE LOVE!!!!!
ADOPT!!
FOSTER!!!!
SUPPORT!!!



SOCIAL TEES IN THE EAST VILLAGE!!!
Come Volunteer!!! 
Come Visit!!!!
 Come On In!!!!!
 
Social Tees  
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003
socialteesnyc.org
www.facebook.com/SocialTeesAnimalRescue

Thursday, July 3, 2014

When Weather Was Not Just
What's Outside The Window


We all watched a different sky become closer and closer.

It was like watching a pebble walk towards you and by the time it was half way, realizing it was a mountain, running.

That sky was traveling fast to us, rushing down the street I saw the diplomat, the homeless guy, the jogger, the clerical guy, all of us ... we weren't looking ahead.  We were all looking up.

Then, with a warning that was only slower than a hand slapping your face, we were all running in the middle of the mountain.   Gray rock made of vertical water.

And, what felt like years later, the mountain began to evaporate and a glimpse of sky appeared again.

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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

You Scream
I Scream
We All Scream
For Ice Cream


The store might not look the same, but their faces still do, exactly like they did when they opened the Open Pantry 35 years ago.

Pete and Themis opened their shop shortly after I moved to Second Avenue.  I thought they were too fancy for me, so I always went to the bodega on the corner, the one with the cupcakes and twinkies that had nothing natural in them.

Besides, I was always getting those man-made foods at 2 a.m. after the bar got boring.  Open Pantry had civilized hours.

And very good food.  Like  Haagen Dazs ice cream - in those days the one and the only exotic real ice cream in a ten-block radius.  More if you didn't count De Robertis's ice cream but for that you had to sit down. And a gallon of Breyers at FineFare or the A&P didn't count either.  

Haagen Dazs was real ice cream and it only came in pints and Dany only liked Vanilla Swiss Almond and whoever had the most clothes on had to go get it from Open Pantry.

That led to some interesting talents and skills.  Which is why I was the one who always ended up going to Open Pantry.

After the neighborhood got better, everyone had Haagen Dazs and then Ben and Jerry's and then micro-brewery ice cream and then soft serve and then...

There were too many unfamiliar pints filling too many unfamiliar non-bodega bodegas.  But Open Pantry was familiar and when everything got more and more and more like another city my gramma couldn't have lived in, familiar became home...

It's not Haagen Dazs Swiss Almond anymore.  Almonds make me sick and ice cream makes me fat.  But, it's a treat of a latte after something hard.  Or a gluten-free snack after something very hard.  It's the benches outside to sit or to stop at and pet all the neighborhood dogs hanging about familiar neighbors.  It's bumping into all the people I either know or recognize after almost four decades on the same block

It's Pete and Themis, those seemingly unchanging handsome faces, or the faces of their sons who now work the early morning shift and the faces of all the guys who have been working there for like forever.

And once in a while, when nothing can make something very, very hard any better, it's Haagen Dazs ice cream, only just not with any almonds.  


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