Twelve Steps to Marriage (Step 2)

Step 2          FAYGO

At 18  I wasn't ready for college......in fact I wasn't ready for anything. As a Jewish Male there was an expectation that I would go to college and beyond....I didn't want to......It was my father's ultimatum that I go right after High School.....or else he threatened he wouldn't pay for me. After two semesters at SUNY Geneseo I summarily flunked out and found myself back at home the following summer. My sister had gone to work in a National Park in Idaho, my folks were in England and I was left alone to my own devices. In college I had met a Rabbi from the United American Hebrew Congregations, the largest  reform Jewish organization in America (albeit the world). A part timer, he would drive up from  New York City to run the college's Hillel program. In order to assure himself an audience he used to bribe the students with free chicken dinners. Those chicken dinners were enough to draw me to his Friday and Saturday night service.

On a lark I gave him a call and got an interview with his boss  in New York City. The UAHC runs 13 summer camps in the NorthEast and I was offerred a maintenance position at the Camp Eisner Institute in Great Barrington Massachusetts, a 600 acre estate, once the jewel of the Berkshires built by a man named Walker, who developed the roll camera for Kodak. His daughter was an invalid and stuck in a wheel chair. He had built her  her very own Victorian Estate, with a Grand Tudor Style Manor House, forty acres of lawn and an Italian Renaissance Garden with Marble statues, fountains and all the trimmings. This way she would never have to leave the grounds. At one time it was considerred the most impressive estate in the Berkshires, which is saying a lot. There were forty gardeners!

An active farm, during WWII the government confiscated the property and raised chickens and pigs. There were dozens of chicken coops, barns and a slaughterhouse up on the hill. The UAHC bought the Estate in the 60's and converted it into a Jewish Summer camp. During the winter several Jewish youth organizations. would send kids up from New York City and held weekend retreats. In the summer the camp hosted 600 campers and staff. My job would be to mow the forty acres of lawn with a 36 inch Toro riding mower. I would start on a Monday and finish the following Monday. Then I would start again. I had been a busboy in High School but this was my  first real job! $1000 for the summer!

Part of the "Super Staff" I arrived several weeks early and began the arduous task of openning for the summer. The chicken coops had been converted into unheated cabins and had to be cleaned and readied for camp. The lawns had to be mowed, downed trees sawn, kitchen openned etc....There were ten of us but only I was responsible for the landscaping. After the summer when the camp closed I was offerred a part time job year round maintaining the estate. I ended up spending three entire years there. They housed me in the old slaughterhouse on the hill! They gave me room, board, salary and a car. I kind of stole my gas from them.........In retrospect they were the best years of my life!

 Alone in the Berkshires, basically by myself, and on this magnificent estate, this is where I first developed my appreciation for quiet, solitude and SILENCE!!! In the winter I went to Berkshire Community College waiting for the roar and company of the summer.

It was during my first summer that I met FAYGO! One of the first twenty ordained reform Female Rabbi's, she was tied to a bunk of teenagers 24 hours/day, six days a week. She picked me out immediately showing up at the maintenance bunk house room I was sharing with two other maintenance workers. It was the only way for her to get away from the kids. I only had a single bed, but she spent every day off she had with me. Now 21 years old, it was my first real satisfying experience sleeping with a woman. It was so easy, so simple, so wonderful, and it was mostly  her own idea.

Faygo was a strong, independent, and incredibly intelligent human being. With a sense of self, integrity and strength of conviction that clearly eclipsed mine, I was way out of my league with her. In those short summer months we developed a relationship that was fun, intimate and convenient. At the end of the summer she went back to New York City and I stayed on at the camp. We met a couple of times in the fall, but it was never the same. She was serious and committed to finishing her Rabbinical Studies and I was no longer in her plan.

We parted seamlessly and there was no pain. I recognized that she was gone, but the joy of having been loved and having loved remained. It would take several years, and a different summer camp before I would sleep with a woman again

WayneR's "RANT OF THE DAY"

THe Providence Fire Department:   Too many Indians...Too many Chiefs!!

Chief Morgan's Reply

April 9, 2009

Mr. Rosenberg

I recently received your package of paperwork, including the complted Civilian Complaint Form I sent you, on or about 2 January 2007, regarding your complaint. I certainly appreciate all the time and effort you have expended documenting this issue. I have reviewed your entire package of documents and photo exhibits and have taken note of those specific issues pertaining to the Providence FireFighters stationed at Engine Company 4, on Rochambeau Ave. I have spoken with  the chief of tthe Department about this issue, and we have taken measures to try and limit the siren use in your area. We have also made a point to inform all of the Officers permanently stationed at the Rochambeau Avenue FireHouse of your complaint. They have been instructed to be extra cautious when the weekly trash is put out, so as not to let any loose rrefuse articles blow freely in the wind. They have been instructed to be good neighbors, and to clear the snow from the city sidewalk as soon as is practical. They have also been instructed  to always operate their fire-truck in a safe manner during their mandatory daily performance operations, and to do so in the shortest possible amount of time, so as not to waste fuel.

As for your request for personal information, I am not legally permitted to divulge personal information  of those indiviuals stationed at the Rochambeau firehouse or elsewhere.

I can assure you that the firefighters are now fully aware of your complaints and I have directed that they be respectful and courteous to you, and all citizens, at all times. They have been instructed to immediately call for a police officer to respond if they find themselves before you. Again I thank you for bringing this matter to my attention.

Sincerely

Michael Morgan
Investigative Chief Officer
Providence Fire Department


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Wayne's "Rant of The Day"

Providence Firemen are like their Sirens....Loud, Rude, and Unnecessary!!!

Twelve Steps To Marriage

Step One.  Alison

Born a fraternal twin I had as intimate a relationship that a human being can have with another, two strapping "feti" (fetuses) sharing the womb of our mother. As such I developed an appreciation for the companionship of the opposite sex from day one. It would take fifty years and twelve significant relationships before I was to marry and finally  re-secure the intimate companionship I had known from the start.

Growing up in High School there were four sets  of  twin's I was aware of. Based on what I know from these examples it's better to be a fraternal twin than an identical twin, and for a lot of reasons. Obviously if you really are identical, people can't tell you apart and how annoying is that......and the need to dress identical twins alike is Universal.....and then that whole identity thing...

Being a fraternal twin is different....not that we weren't dressed alike ....we were for a couple of years there...
but you get to watch, learn and appreciate how the other sex operates. At times my sister and I were extremely competitive......from day one we butted head to head and shoulder to shoulder ..... We stepped out into the real world five minutes apart. Ladies First of course.

The earliest film that was taken shows us constantly pushing each other around....she always won her way though....always got the last licks..While I was being protective, caring, and concerned,  she was being  calculating, coy and crafty...

No wonder I developed a need early on to be around strong,  independent, assertive women.

We took Baths together untill we were six........
We went to Day Camp untill we were  twelve
We went to Sleep-Away Camp together untill we were sixteen......
We went thru Elementary, Junior & Senior High School .......
Together untill we were eighteen....

We went off to college and than ............

that was it........

it was over!

She went West and I stayed East .......and.....

I "Flew over the Cukoo's Nest"...................

Looking for a replacement companion......

Someone I could be as close to as my fraternal twin".

It was a next to  an impossible task. Because my twin sister was a FORCE in her own right ,  The ultimate "TomBoy" Alison earned her degree  from the New York State College of Forestry at Syracuse  and has spent the last 25 years "Fighting Forest Fires" for the State of Washington, one of the few women in her field.

As a kid we had watched that T.V. show,  "Here Come The Brides", about a group of women brought out West to serve as brides for the men working the local mountain. You know "the bluest skys you ever saw in Seattle". Well my sister bought it hook, line and sinker. She went "Out West" early, found her Mountain Man, and pursued a life in Forestry. She lives on Puget Sound in a beautiful Homestead on a Tidal Plane that brings in crabs, lobsters, and clams. Bald eagles fly by all day long.....There are seals in the harbor.......

We don't speak much, in fact we don't speak at all........last time was at the wedding....

                        
but there is more than a continent that now seperates us.....much much more!

My letter to Chief Morgan

Chief Morgan,

For the past six years it has been my misfortune to live opposite the Providence Fire Department Engine Company #4 FireHouse located at 270 Rochambeau Ave. It's been painfully obvious from my first day Rochambeau Ave that this FireHouse is poorly managed and "out of control".

Several years ago I noticed that the grass around the Fire House had not been cut and allowed to go to seed. Word on the street was that the city would not provide the FireHouse with a working mower.

My father is a Veteran, having landed with the U.S. Army 116 on D-Day at Omaha Beach.

With that in mind I headed across the street with my own lawn mower with the idea of cleaning up the place for Memorial Day. I was immediately stopped by all 6 firemen. It turns out that these Firemen were deliberately trashing the FireHouse as some kind of absurd protest against the city of Providence and the new Mayor, The Honorable David Cicilline. While I never drew the connection between trashing the FireHouse and the Fire Department's stalled contract negotiations, I did however realize that this was a particularly "juvenile" response.

Soon after, the FireHouse set out an unlicensed, unregisterred  trailer with a huge sign complaining about their lack of a contract. That trailer sat outside illegally in a "No Parking Fire Lane" the entire Summer.When forced to move the trailer rthat sign ended up across the street on the corner of Rochambeau and Morris at 273 Rochambeau Ave for maybe an entire year. That was the first indication that there was a connection between the Firemen and the occupants of 273 Rochambeau Ave.

Now over the years I have had a front row view of the operation of this FireHouse. Every year I noticed the Firemen never, nevr, never cleared the sidewalks of ice and snow forcing every resident passing by out into the street.

I noticed that every weekend the Firemen would pull the Fire Engine out for servicing. Left idling, unattended for hours at a time, the Fire Truck is always blocking the sidewalk, again forcing residents out into the street

I was alarrmed at the frequency and the intensity of of the sirens and foghorns and the disruption that they caused. I wrote to and spoke with the Mayor about constantly and deliberately  being woken in the middle of every night. I leafletted the community to seek support in an attempt to "Silence The Sirens". I wrote to and spoke with Chief Farrell concerning the overuse of these" Sirens". I contacted Local Union 799 Paul Doherty to enquire what these disuptions were about.

I was dismayed to learn that the majority of these calls were for routine ambulatory care. I questioned the use of an entire FireHouse for this purpose.

I was horrified watching and listenning while the drivers at Engine Co#4 backed up after returning to the FireHouse using their foghorns, instead of getting out of the cab to direct traffic.

I noticed the strong relationship  between the FireHouse and several ambulance drivers and that they would stop by for a smoke several times a day.

I noticed the firemen were throwing the blue latex gloves they use to clean theirFireTruck, up and down Rochambeau Ave.

On January 2, 2007 I noticed hundreds of pieces of Styrafoam popcorn littering my property. The source of this garbage was from 273Rrochambeau Ave. I called the city to register a complaint. I also picked up the trash and redeposited it on the stoop at 273 Rochambeau Ave. I believe the firemen across the street witnessed my actions.

At the time a Katherine Meyer from Lansing Michigan, was occupying the apartment. I had observed for almost an entire year that she had been driving a black cr with an out of state plate. I informed her that unless she registerred her car i n the state I would report her to the DMV. Almost immediately after, a constant stream of trash, road-kill, glass, nails dogshit, cigaretts and and in particular the signature item  of the top plastic wrap from a package of cigarettes starting appearing in front of my home in the exact three locations on an almost daily basis. My neighbor now tells me that one of the firemen at Engine Co.#4 had been dating Katherine Meyer.

So here is your motive for this asinine prank, some kind of juvenile vigilante firmen retaliation and vendetta.

I contacted Local Union 799 to file a complaint. At the time I did n ot know who was harrassing me and I could not provide their names. I spoke with Paul from my security company Ocean State Alarm. I was told it would be difficult and expensive to document this type of harrassment, because it was happening at night , and the garbage was being thrown out of cars at 40/mph.

I opted to install a cheap video camera in a birdhouse near my driveway. I made it obvious because I had really just hoped that this would just scare the perps away. However they called my bluff and doubled up on their efforts to trash my home, aggravate and annoy me. To this day they continue to throw every kind of trash, especially cigarette, candy wrappers, and of course their signature top plastic wrapper of a cigareette pack in front of my property.

I spoke to several attorneys that told me it would be best to get some kind of Video. I spoke with raphael Diaz from ADT. He also confirmed the difficulty  in capturing this type of activity on video. I finally spoke with B & H's security expert Ari Erenthal. He suggested a state of the art Mace VDR with a 1000GB drive capable of handling 4 high resolution cameras for 30 days at a time.

Now I have in fact recorded several instances of garbage being thrown from cars and ambulances, however I am not prepared to share this video with you quite yet. Anyway it isn't definitive and apparently several people are involved. I am prepared however to identify two of the firemen that have been harrassing me! Also I have actually witnessed  a passenger in a Universal Ambulance deliberately spike cigarettes in my driveway. It was still burning when i picked it up. It was a Parliament and I am preserving it as positive DNA evidence. Also the Providence Intensive Mobile Unit Ambulance have been spiking cigarettes in front of my property.

I now have noticed one particular Fireman walking across the street and spreading all kinds of garbage in front of my house, in this case oddly cut pieces of plastic, on at least six occasions. I have noticed this Fireman launch light plastics into the air which I am downwind from.

Now the FireHouse is putting their garbage cans out early on the weekends, depending on the wind,
overfilling them, propping open the cans and deliberately allowing the wind to blow their garbage up and down rochambeau Ave. Addiionally they kick over the recycling bins, this isn't done by scavengers, please note that the five cent deposit cans are stuill in the bin.

So when I called you last week Chief Morgan seeking to positively identify these Firemen I was suprised and concerned that you did not return my call.

My number one problem is 5'5" 150lb's, clean shaven, he appears to be the runt of the liter. He drives a phat harley, a phat Corvette, and I believe a small compact with license plate # R.I. SM45. Over the years he is repeatedly been eyeballing me and engaging me in stare downs.

The second firemen is about 6'2", clean shaven, short cropped gray/blonde hair. He has also
engaged me in repeated stare-downs and eyeballing. After one particular incident I noticed a red 6' 300 lb test Werner step laddar had been stolen from my backyard.

I filed a complaint about the stolen laddar with the Providence Police Department Officer Badge #364.
I asked him what I could do about the ritual trashing in front of my property. He suggested that at best this was a misdemeanor and would only result in a charge of Criminal Mischief.

This harrassment has been occuring for well over a year, I consider these actions much more severe and consider this a HATE CRIME!

I have long known this FireHouse to be an overly inbred racist fraternal Organization. Now I know it to be juvenile and I suspect anti-semetic as well.

CONCLUSIONS:

I take exception with a FireHouse that trashes it's own property as some kind of juvenile response to their lack of a contract.

I take exception with a Firehouse that allows it's Firemen to sport "Fire  Cicilline" bumper stickers on city property, as an act of civil disobedience.

I take exception with a FireHouse that puts an unlicensed unregisterred  trailer in a No Parking Fire Zone for month's on end.

I take exception with a FireHouse that whines about not having a contract  wghen they are lucky to even have jobs.

I take exception with a FireHouse that refuses to properly remove the snow and ice from their sidewalks forcing every local resident into the street.

I take exception with a FireHouse that leaves their FireTrucks idling unattended for hour's at a time,
blocking access to the sidewalk and again forcing residents into the street.

I take exception with a FireHouse that deliberately blasts their sirens and fog-horns for
"NO GOOD REASON" in the wee hours of the morning, showing it's utter contempt and disrespect for the local residents.

I take exception with a FireHouse that fails to regulate the intensity and frequency of Ambulatory Siens running up and down Rochambeau Ave. Such that every day is 9-11 on Rochambeau Ave.

I take exception with ambulance drivers smoking in Oxygen ladden vechicles.

I take exception and at the same time a perverse satisfaction, with a FireHouse whoose inevitable auditory and respiratory failure's will cost the City of Providence  millions of dollars in health care costs.

I take exception with out of state drivers who fail to register their vechicles according to law, after 30 days of livig in the state. Cheating both State and City out of badly needed revenue.

Mostly I take exception with  Firemen with their own personal agenda's and vendetta's hiding behind the blanket immunity of the Providence Fire Department.

Now I expect you to provide me with the names and ranks of these two Firemen. I want to know if they have criminal records and I need an assurance that they are mentally competent to continueas Providenc Firemen. I want the roster and the schedule of the Engine #4 Company FireHouse .

I want an assurance that this harrassment will immediately cease and desist!

Because of the deliberate annoyance, aggravation, and disruption thse firemen have caused me I asked that they be removed from Rochambeau Ave.

Lastly unless you act decisesively I am prepared to contact every resident on the East Side of Providence
and inform them about what a bunch of jerks, jackasses and juvenile delinquentys are running the
EngineCo. #4 FireHouse.

I will harass this FireHouse 24/7 not with garbage, roadkill, sirens or fog-horns, but with words...hundreds and hundreds of thousands of words.

I AM

Wayne Rosenberg
287 Rochambeau Ave.

WayneR's Rant Of The Day

Providence has become a City of Sirens. No Place or Hour is sacred anymore. Am I the only one who sees the deteriation in the quality of life brought on by this onslaught?"