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<!--StartFragment--> Going to Israel, 1970, lay over in N.Y., get drunk, pick up hooker, pass out, no sex, get rolled....didn't miss a beat. Go to Israel next day but not feeling too swift or too smart (aka really stupid). Flew El Al, First Class, sat next to the head of Mossad. Not much conversation. Drinks served in very small glasses. Being a high velocity drinker I asked for my third

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Back again, such as I am, with mostly weekly blogs. My blogs will now narrate my unsuccessful and successful business and life experiences that were actively lived over my 87 year eclectic life. e.g....Raising investment money in the UK and Europe for 6 months while ensconced at Claridge's Hotel... A fitness tip will also be included...e.g. "Walking has been found to reduce heart disease risk,

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As I learned in A.A., God does indeed take care of drunks and fools. I qualify on both scores. Monday, April 12, is the 65th anniversary of my being hit on Okinawa, a place I had never heard of and took me a while to remember how to spell. And while everyone seems to think that at my advanced age that I am now living in my golden years, I can assure one and all of the pure bull shit of that

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Thursday is 65 years to the day, Easter Sunday April 1, 1945, when U.S. troops landed on Okinawa. It was a bright beautiful day with the battleship's cannons roaring. While I didn't participate in the initial landing (landed the 2nd or 3rd) the noise and ferocity of the bombardment by the battleships with troops landing simultaneously was an unforgettable moment in my life.There was no

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There was not an officer born who liked me when I was in the Army. And not very far behind were the non coms. I was a street kid from the Bronx with a firm belief that unless you were from New York, you were a hick who didn't know shit. I had the big, loud mouth to go with it. That attitude kept me a private for a very long time.After I returned to my outfit from radio operator's school, I

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We shipped out of Fort Lewis December 1944 on our way to God knows where. But the trip was aborted and the troop transport ship had to go back after two really rough days in the Pacific with lots of vomiting (most of us had never been on a ship before). And then we were on our way.We stopped in Hawaii and were ensconced in Schofield Barracks. It was there that I made corporal, much to

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In the seventies, some 25% of all the onshore oil and gas produced in the U.S. was produced within 180 miles of Midland, Texas, the capital of hard drink, hard living old fashioned wildcatters. Entrepreneurs to the end. Traveling with any of them was an experience.Mike was the ultimate hard living oil man. He started his business life as a salesman with a tire company and evolved into a

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Today I was remembering being in Leyte, Philippines to practice landings. We had to go over the side of the ship into a landing craft which was a really scary procedure. It was one of the very few times in the service that I was truly frightened. (When you're 20 you mostly think that you are fucking invulnerable and will live forever.). We climbed up and down on Jacob's Ladders which were rope.

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"Bernie did you see those Swiss guards when you checked into the Vatican? And you know my secretary Mauvi don't you? Well Mauvi and those Swiss guards get paid. Don't bring me deals that don't bring me income."And so down the tubes went a proposal that I made to Archbishop Paul Marcinkus, the President of the Vatican Bank and Mayor of Vatican City. I had developed a personal relationship with

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In 1970-1971, I helped found a venture capital group. As it turned out, the enterprise was disaster in spite of my partners being very successful in the venture capital arena. Not only was our basic concept terrible but the business plan really sucked. But the notion took me down a great lifetime experience road with the Vatican Bank (aka The Institute for Religious Works), Archbishop Paul

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Well this upcoming Easter Sunday marks 64 years (1945) since I was hit on Okinawa. Actually the first U.S. troops landed on April 1, 1945 which was a beautiful Easter Sunday. (My group landed on April 4.) I can still see, in my mind's eye, the flashes of the cannons of the battle ships as the guns were fired incessantly. The roar was unbelievable, and it was also unbelievable that all hell was

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Me and Donald Trump aren't even kissin' cousins, and I would be stunned if Ole Orange Hair would even remember me. I am certain that he saves his memory for people he can still use or sue, or preferentially, in thinking about himself.Some years ago a friend at G.E. Pension Fund decided that it would be a good idea that The Genius and I should meet. So I put my fat lower case jewish ass on a

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It ain't easy staying motivated when your 85 and even masturbating doesn't work any more (my dick really did die before the rest of me). Not even looking at great looking women with "strong" fit bodies or even thinking about Bill Clinton style sex (which I endorse and loved) doesn't do anything for me anymore. Reminds me of that bad old gag "How do you stop a woman from giving head? Marry her!"

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This quote is an excerpt from Donald Trumps book, "The Way To The Top" is from a top GE executive who managed some $180 billion when asked as to who was his strongest and most influential investor in his life. "...But probably the most influential investor I've known — certainly the most eccentric — is a guy whose advice and counsel I seek out every day. His name is Bernie Feshbach, and to

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If I knew that I was going to live this long I would probably have taken better care of my money. Ah where did the many, many millions I earned go? 'Cause I don't have even a small itty, bitty, little bit of it left. Profligate spending? No respect for accumulating money? Always spent at least a little more than I made? Guilty as charged of all of the above and more.Did I enjoy being constantly

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One way for a marriage to stay in tact is for one or both of the spouses to travel a lot. It takes a lot longer for the couple to get bored with one another (aka sick of one another…and this is Noah talking about the flood). My first bout with getting out of the house for at least four or five days at a time was in peddling dresses on the road (aka travelin' man living). It was wonderful. The

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After being married a relatively short period of time (11 years) and having, during that time, helped manage a tanning and dyeing plant (converting sheepskin into mouton lamb), being a "travelin man" (sold dresses on the road), farmed, I traveled for a wholesale automobile auction and was selling cars. I arrived home one night and announced to my then wife that I had taken a job as a stockbroker.

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"It's never too late, or in my casetoo early to be whoever you want to be.There's no time limit.Start whenever you want.You can change or stay the same.There are no rules to this thing.We can make the best or the worst of it.I hope you make the best of it.I hope you see things that startle you.I hope you feel things you never felt before.I hope you meet peoplewho have a different point of view.I

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To paraphrase Willie Nelson, it is very sad for me that my "dick" died before the rest of me. The other day in a family restaurant a young woman offered me a lap dance. "Lap Dance"? I asked "Are you crazy? It would take one hell of lot more than a lap dance to bring my dead "dick" back to life". I did suggest that a "bj" might do it, but the "bj" wasn't acceptable. But there were times in my

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So here is Christmas Eve and guard duty at Fort Lewis Christmas Eve 1944 comes to mind. I had volunteered for guard duty so that a Christian GI could go to church. And as I walked the perimeter of Ft. Lewis, I could see the houses on the other side of the fence across the road, all decked out with Christmas decorations. I can still see it in my mind's eye including the people in the houses

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More depression days stuff. Bear in mind that there was a resurgence in unemployment to 25% around 1936. But my genius immigrant father never seemed to miss a beat. He and my Mom were fabulous parents. We never really knew that there was a depression going on. And my needs were simple. They revolved around sports and avoiding bringing my report cards home (talk about a constant fear of impending

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It cost $1.10 for bleacher seats, and we loved them and thought ourselves so lucky to be there. Buddy and I would arrive at Yankee Stadium at around 5:00 a.m. and talk baseball with everyone around us. Talk isn't quite right. We would argue our cases that our favorite ball players were the best at their positions.They would let us into the ball park at around 11:00 a.m. and at noon out would come

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In the early 30's, when there were lots of abandoned construction sites we would find 2x4's and attach roller skate wheels to either end making a "skate board", the forerunner of today's store bought skate board. Or we would go into the storage space of an apartment house where they kept old unused baby carriages. We would steal one, take the axels and wheels off and attach them to our 2x4, and

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I remember buying the N.Y. Daily News and The Mirror for 2¢ each. The New York Times cost a nickel. We had 4 evening papers in NY; The Sun, World Telegram, N.Y. Post and the Journal. My father's fur business went through bankruptcy. The movies cost 10¢ except on Saturdays when you got a double feature for 15¢. An allowance? How ridiculous. You got nickels, dimes and the occasional two bits by

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"With guys like you in the army, no wonder we're losing this fucking war!" the First Sergeant of my outfit "lovingly" said to me for no particular reason. He just looked at me and reacted. He was “Regular Army", which generally meant that he had gone into the service during the Great Depression or earlier. Those regular army guys went into the service to get a job and make a living. Pragmatism

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Moderation is fatal (and boring)...BFWhen they back the black Mariah up to the door they takeall the girls...1929 stock market crashIf you take care of your body your mind will follow...BFUnless you can stand ingratitude never do anythingfor anybody...Italian Proverb.I wouldn't piss in his ear if his head was on fire....West TexasWhen you're up to your ass in alligators you forget that theinitial

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Losing my virginity on the front lawn of the Capital building in Sacramento, asking to be transferred to a unit going overseas, making Corporal, my Father wanting to get a General friend of his to get me into OTC and me turning him down.It all started with me going to the draft board and jumping up and down to get into the service. I asked to have my 4F status reviewed, which they did and stamped

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Farming is an art and best done by people born and raised on a farm. Not by this Jew from the Bronx, living in a small town where the people there hated me for my loud, aggressive, abrasive, belligerent voice and personality. But it was a fair trade, I didn't think a whole hell of a lot of them either. In Mason Fucking City, Iowa the Catholics went with the Catholics, the Methodists with the

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After swallowing a full prescription of Valium and drinking a fifth of scotch, I passed out. When I woke up a few hours later, I felt like the all time loser. I couldn't even fucking kill myself successfully. So you see, I didn't go to AA because I was looking for a new social life.October 30, 1973 was the last time I ingested any alcohol or mind altering drug. AA was an unbelievable and great

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So there I was in a fox hole, minding my own business with all hell breaking loose on the ground and in the air. But I was confident that if anyone was going to get hit, it would be someone else. When you're young, you think that you are omnipotent. Something like those poor guys in Iraq in their Humvees.My fox hole buddy was Jerry Maloney, a New York Irishman who was tough as nails. Suddenly I

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1959If it was big it was bad. If it was new it was bad. And if it was my idea it was absolutely awful. Because I had worked in and out of 8 "careers" in 13 years, my first ex wife the Princess had little or no respect for my business judgment or me in general. She also suffered from NIH (The Not Invented Here illness). However, new ideas for spending money on her were never rejected.A real estate

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In the 70’s, before herpes and aids, N.Y. was "hooker heaven" and a "travellin' man's" paradise whatever his economic limits were. My oil and natural gas industry clients (the ultimate hooker chasing group) in N.Y. each had his particular routine. Not all chased hookers. The way to be sure of the woman's occupation was to ask "Are you a working girl"?Set routines for my clients/friends were

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Circa 1980"F..k You!" my banker said and hung up. My banker of that moment was a man of clean living except for his drink of choice, lots of wine. He was also a man of deep faith or so he said. Wouldn't say s..t if he had a mouthful.I had just left his office after getting into a beef with him over a combination of debts and over drafts of over $900,000 secured by nothing except my sincere

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During the Depression my wonderful, genius, tough as nails immigrant father used to say in Yiddish "In America, the money is up to your knees. You just have to know how to bend down and pick it up." And he always espoused that well known saying (he did not believe in luck) that "the harder you worked, the luckier you got."I would add that in order to "know how to bend down" you must believe in

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Circa 1972"He said that he was going to jump out the window of his 9th floor room in the Century Plaza Hotel in L.A.!" My first ex-wife's response to my poor banker's frantic phone call was "So what do you want me to do about it?" Then she hung up. My whole world was coming to an end. I was a big time stock broker in Palo Alto, CA, and the stock market was in the tank. I was drinking A LOT

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So there I was, sitting in the hog house on a below zero night in Iowa on the ready in case one of my sows had trouble "coming in" (giving birth). The next thing this Bronx Jew knew, my hand was inside the sow helping extract baby pigs. When it was over, I was sick to my stomach and almost heaved my guts out. Lesson? You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear and making a hog farmer out of a

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If you want living proof that farming is an art not a science look at me. Any pseudo intellectual Jew (that's me) would always try to sincerely prove that education, reading and intellect can overcome can any genetic generated ignorance. Bronx Jews, milking cows, breeding and feeding hogs and cattle plus buying hay and corn just doesn't work.So I read everything known to men, women, dogs and

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Horses When I brought the white face cows back home, I knew I needed a horse so I could check up on them. That night I went to a B'nai B'rith meeting in Mason, Never Live There, City. Max, a Jewish horse dealer, was at the meeting, and I told him of my need. He then described this great horse he owned which he would sell to me for $250 (1952 dollars). I bought the horse sight unseen, and

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Charley, who I blamed for that purebred bull staying alive while the bull's schlong died, was in my stream of consciousness on a daily basis. Naturally, blaming Charley for the bull's impotence was nonsense but being pissed off at Charley became a soul satisfying project. I really hated farming and Mason Never Live There City, Iowa plus I had very low regard for the population of River City (aka

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So, I bought a set of 25 White Faced Herefords to breed, out of Jackson Hole,Wyoming. Table top backs: wonderful looking animals. I needed a bull to breed them so I bought a purebred Hereford bull from a neighbor (Lesson #1- Beware of farm neighbors/friends offering you "good deals"). I put the bull with the cows in a pasture of a farm I was managing (A Bronx Jew as a farm manager is stuff

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So after my first wife threw me out (she had moved from resentment to active dislike and distaste of me...a blessing in disguise) I was invited to what turned out to be my last faculty dinner, thank God. It was a regular gee whiz sit down dinner where the conversation was "scripted" to include...1) Campus real estate values 2) Politics 3) Bigotry and 4) Religion. Now that really was boring

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