John William Tuohy lives in Washington DC

You matter............

Do not tell me of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor? I tell thee thou foolish philanthropist that I grudge the dollar the dime the cent I give to such men as do not belong to me and to whom I do not belong. Emerson

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What Love is…..
Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything. If you don't write stories you love, you'll never make it. If you don't write stories that other people love, you'll never make it. Ray Bradbury


1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The Ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.

2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, "I'll serve you, but don't start anything."

3. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named "Ahmal." The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him "Juan." Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."

3. A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: "A beer please, and one for the road."

6. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?"

7. "Doc, I can't stop singing 'The Green, Green Grass of Home.'"
"That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome."
"Is it common?"
Well, "It's Not Unusual."

8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, "I was artificially inseminated this morning."
"I don't believe you," says Dolly.
"It's true, no bull!" exclaims Daisy.

9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.

10. Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.

11. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn't find any.

12. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!" The doctor replied, "I know you can't, I've cut off your arms!"

13. I went to a seafood disco last week... and pulled a mussel.

14. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.

15. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says "Dam!"

16. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.

17. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. "But why," they asked, as they moved off. "Because," he said, "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."

18. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.

19. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him. (Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good...) A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

20. And finally, there was the person who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did!!!!!!!!

Hidden Monet Discovered Behind Another Drawing
Shaunacy Ferro

A previously unknown drawing by Claude Monet has been uncovered, found tucked behind another pastel. The hidden artwork was located behind the mount of an already-rare piece, and was only discovered after London art dealer Jonathan Green brought the bargain pastel combo (along with a third from the same period) home from a 2014 auction in Paris.
Though Monet was avid about drawing and sketching, the Impressionist artist was best known for his paintings, and his pastels are less common. The previously unknown pastel depicts the jetty and lighthouse in Le Havre, the French town where Monet grew up. His famous Impression, Sunrise—the painting that gave Impressionism its name—also depicts a port in Le Havre.
Monet himself gave the three pastels as a wedding present to his art dealer’s granddaughter in 1924, and the works had stayed in the family until appearing at the Paris auction last year. The unknown pastel was authenticated by the Wildenstein Institute, a French art research center. All three pastels are thought to be from 1868, when Monet was just starting out as a young artist.

Here's some paintings by Monet for you............... 

The legend of the four egg omelet.

                                                                A short  story 
                                                      JOHN WILLIAM TUOHY

   I watched his face drop in complete shock and it captured me with such surprise that even the noise and bustle of Times Square faded away momentarily as I focused on his features.
   “What is it?” I asked frantically “Are you all right?”
   “It’s him” he whispered loud enough to be heard over the city’s din.  His eyes narrowed as if he were seeing something completely unbelievable.   
   “Who?” I asked half turning to look into the steamed covered window of the Athens and Apollo Grill.   
   “No!” he said and grabbing my shoulders, he turned me full about to face him. “Don’t stare at him”
   “Who?” I begged and began to turn again only to be pulled back around. 
    He held his hand to his mouth and clenched his teeth into his one gloved hand and momentarily closed his eye and shaking his head sadly he said “There were stories that he had come back the city. That he had hit bottom. Like most people, I put it off as  urban legend.  But it’s true. Rock bottom. Of all the gin joints in all the world, he landed here. A Greek carry out in Times Square”
     I noted the ending of the sentence had a slight rhyme to it, clever, I thought. I also enjoyed homage to Casablanca although I still believe that Rick was better off without her. Victor Laszlo was a humorless bore and so was she. Now Rick, ah, Rick, now there was a man of character and don’t even get me started on Renault, Major Strasser, Signor Ferrari or Signor Ugarte and if Casablanca was French why weren’t they called monsieur? Well anyway.
    He sighed deeply and moaned, he actually moaned the words "How the mighty have fallen"
   “In the midst of the battle" I added.
   He looked at me and asked “What?”
  “Oh how the mighty have fallen in the midst of battle” I answered.
   He shrugged.
  "How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle!"  I said “King James Bible, 2nd Book of Samuel. From a report on the death of Jonathon.”
  “What is that?” he asked his face twisted in confusion.
  “That’s where the quote is from” I answered defensively “The Bible”
  “You read the Bible?” he asked incredulously.
   “Yeah” I answered “Why not?”
   He stared at me as if he had never seen me before and it made me uneasy. I tilted my head the general direction of the Athens and Apollo Grill and asked “Look, what’s this about?”
   He was still looking at me as though I were complete stranger.
  “Gill” I said “What’s this about”
     Climbing out of whatever though cavern he was lost in, he looked across the width of the wide street forlornly and said “It was a long time ago. He was the King of the gastronomic world, the grand earl of the epicurean, the emperor of the gourmand, the…..”
   “All right” I said holding up a hand to stop him “I think I’ve got it. He was a good cook”
   “Oh he was more than that” he answered with squinted eyes “He was…he was….” He couldn’t find the words because I had already found them “yeah” he said in defeat “he was a really good cook”
    Then he rolled back his head and smiled wistfully and added “But he was good. He was very good. He invented the three egg omelet. It was him. That was his baby, his darling”
   “He did?” I asked skeptically with a smile that displayed by doubt “Wasn’t there always the three egg omelet”
    “Oh no, my bible reading friend, oh no” he said “Back in the old days the wisdom of was that an omelet only needed two eggs and that rule was rigorously enforced by the rigid Old Guard of rations.”
   I was deeply impressed with his instant command over descriptive words beginning with the letter R although I had some doubts about his usage of the word rations in context with the rest of the statement. I also didn’t care for being called his bible reading friend, but I set that aside for another time.
  “The old guard of the gastronomic commanded that omelets would be prepared with two eggs and only two eggs……but he….he” He paused and clenched his gloved hand into a fist and raising his voice slightly he said with great drama “He fought them, by God! And he gave us the three omelet eggs”
 “Well couldn’t have been much of fight” I added but he wasn’t listening and this wasn’t the first time he hadn’t listened to me and so once again I questioned the value of keeping him on as a friend.
    “After that” he continued “he set them all on their ears by adding cheese to the omelet”
   “Get out of here” I said “He invented the cheese omelet? You’re telling me he invented the cheese omelet?”
   I have wondered, now and again, if my friend was missing a screw here and there.
   “Well where do you suppose it came from?” he snapped “A Greek grill in Times Square?”    
     So that’s how it was going to be. Another one of those days where everything I said was wrong, erroneous and incorrect. See? I could do it too. I could have instant command of related words but just not out loud.
    “Well I just assumed the some French guy” I stopped myself. Perhaps the word Omelet wasn’t French in origin as I assumed it was all these years. Actually, I had never considered the word at all. In fact, in the priority or things, if I were ever to sit down one day and considered the origin of some words, omelet would not be one of them. It wouldn’t even be in the running. But now, tossing the word around inside my head it sounded vaguely Russian-ie/ Arabic-ie.
     He looked up to heavens with a pained expression, sighed again and then grabbed me by my lapels and said  “After the acclaim and success of adding the cheese, it all went to his head. The publicity, the public adoration, oh the public adoration was not to be believed”  he released me and held a solitary finger in the air “Oh but he believed it!” and then he whispered “The poor damned fool”    
   He waved his arms majestically across the square and said “It all went to his head. He thought himself infallible. He introduced the four egg omelet” he stopped and took a deep, deep breath of winter air “and that was his downfall”
   “He flew to close to the sun” I added which seemed to disturb him, greatly.
   “Do you want to tell this story or should I?” he said sharply.
   “No” I answered “I was just….”
    “May I continue?” he asked curtly
   “By all means” I answered formally and stiffly because by my observation most Royals seem very stiff.
    “The kings of the connoisseur, the emperors of the epicure had enough of him.” He continued  “This time, they said one and all, this time, this time, this time he has flown to close to the sun!”
    “But I just said that” I offered.
    “Yes” he answered “But it means something different now that I’ve said it”
     Plagiaristic bastard.
   “That year” he continued “At the Bocuse d'Or, the world's most prestigious cooking competition, was being held in Dubuque”
   “Dubuque?” I snorted.
   He turned a cold eye on me and said coldly as to match his eye “Dubuque” and he looked sharply to his left to demonstrate his displeasure with me.
     I stand by my rebuke of Dubuque.
    “Anyway, the Omelet portion of the competition came around and” he stopped himself and raised his palms “I am not accusing anyone. Nor will I name names.  But, the story goes that someone, a paid assassin I should think, slipped a fifth egg in his mixture while he was looking the other way and…..”
    He hung his head “You can only imagine what happened next”
   “No I can’t” I said “I’m not a cook what happened?”
    “Take a guess!” he roared.
   “I don’t know, for God’s sakes” I yelled back “That’s it? You’re going to send me out into the world with that ending? I should sue you!”
   He slapped me. I grabbed him by his throat and threw him to the ground and we wrestled there for several minutes until he, him, the one, stepped from the diner out on the sidewalk and bellowed  “Hey you!”
   I released him and stood to my feet and faced the great man.
   “Me?” I asked breathlessly because I was out of breath.  

   “Yeah, you” he said “Go someplace else and argue with yourself. You’re scaring off my customers and take that shopping cart with you” 

                                     (That escalated quickly)

What Will Happen When This City Gives Residents Income With No Strings Attached?

by Bryce Covert  Posted

The city of Utrecht in the Netherlands is about to embark on an experiment to see whether giving residents a universal, unconditional income can work.
At the end of the summer, the city will team up with University College Utrecht to put the roughly 300 people who will participate into one of three groups: one getting a monthly check ranging from €900 ($1,000) for an adult to €1,300 ($1,450) for a couple or family with no rules or restrictions, which they will continue to receive even if they find a new job or another source of income; another that will face a certain set of rules and restrictions; and a control group getting benefits based on current welfare laws. Currently, low-income residents lose their benefits if they can’t find a job.
The experiment, which will last for a year, aims to figure out whether giving people income without any requirements is harmful to them or the economy, or instead allows people more choice over when and how they work and gives them more time to spend on caring for family, say, or studying. “People say they are not going to try as hard to find a job,” Nienke Horst, a project manager for the Utrecht city government, told Quartz. The experiment will answer the question, but she thinks the results will be positive. “We think that more people will be a little bit happier and find a job anyway,” she said.
Other municipalities could also start their own experiments, and at least four are waiting to get permission from The Hague.
Utrecht is not the first place to try out unconditional benefits, often known as a universal basic income or UBI. The Ugandan government gave one group of people a year’s worth of income, or about $380, without restrictions and denied it to another group. Those who got the money invested most of it in skills and businesses and wound up 65 percent more likely to practice a skilled trade. They also worked an extra 17 hours, on average, compared to those who didn’t get the cash and saw a 41 percent increase in their earnings four years later, indicating that the impact lasted.
Another experiment in Kenya found that after poor families in rural areas were given an unconditional $513, their incomes were 33 percent higher than a control group a year later, their assets were 58 percent higher, their hunger was reduced, and their psychological wellbeing increased. Similar results have been found in Liberia, Mexico, and South Africa.
The idea has surfaced in developed countries before as well. In the 1970s, the Canadian city of Manitoba gave about 30 percent of its population a “mincome,” or a guaranteed level of income, although people who worked had the benefit reduced by 50 cents for every dollar their earned to encourage work. Poverty was completely eliminated during the period the program ran, public health improved, high school graduation rates went up, and while working hours dropped, it was mostly among young men who continued their education and mothers who spent time on caring for children.
The idea keeps cropping up. Cyprus’s legislature recently passed a guaranteed minimum income. The Swiss will get a chance to weigh in on creating a universal basic income. Greece’s finance minister has called for one.
And it’s also an idea that’s been floated here in the United States. In 1969, President Nixon proposed the Family Assistance Plan, which would have eliminated many federal anti-poverty programs and caseworkers in favor of a negative income tax that would guarantee a minimum income to all American families. But the idea failed to gain traction. A natural experiment happened here, however, when the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians decided to distribute the profits of a new casino to its members in 1996, giving them each $6,000 a year. Poverty was cut in half, children’s behavioral problems declined, crime went down, and graduation rates went up.
The impact of universal basic incomes could be huge. In the U.S., giving people $3,000 a year could cut the poverty rate in half, while giving every child $400 a month would reduce child poverty from 22 percent to below 10 percent.

“People with great passions, people who accomplish great deeds, people who possess strong feelings, even people with great minds and a strong personality, rarely come out of good little boys and girls.” Lev S. Vygotsky

“Quitting is not giving up, it’s choosing to focus your attention on something more important. Quitting is not losing confidence, it’s realizing that there are more valuable ways you can spend your time. Quitting is not making excuses, it’s learning to be more productive, efficient and effective instead. Quitting is letting go of things (or people) that are sucking the life out of you so you can do more things that will bring you strength.” Osayi Osar-Emokpae

“It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.”

  “When our mind is calm, it reflects reality accurately, without distortion. Breathing, sitting, and walking with mindfulness calms disturbing mental formations such as anger, fear, and despair, allowing us to see reality more clearly. Buddhism teaches that joy and happiness arise from letting go. Please sit down and take an inventory of your life. There are things you’ve been hanging on to that really are not useful and deprive you of your freedom. Find the courage to let them go.” Thích Nht Hnh

“I’m a great believer in gathering together all your obsessions and seeing if you can make a novel out of them.” Scarlett Thomas

In 1962, six year old John Tuohy, his two brothers and two sisters entered Connecticut’s foster care system and were promptly split apart. Over the next ten years, John would live in more than ten foster homes, group homes and state schools, from his native Waterbury to Ansonia, New Haven, West Haven, Deep River and Hartford. In the end, a decade later, the state returned him to the same home and the same parents they had taken him from. As tragic as is funny compelling story will make you cry and laugh as you journey with this child to overcome the obstacles of the foster care system and find his dreams.

John William Tuohy is a writer who lives in Washington DC. He holds an MFA in writing from Lindenwood University. He is the author of numerous non-fiction on the history of organized crime including the ground break biography of bootlegger Roger Tuohy "When Capone's Mob Murdered Touhy" and "Guns and Glamour: A History of Organized Crime in Chicago."
His non-fiction crime short stories have appeared in The New Criminologist, American Mafia and other publications. John won the City of Chicago's Celtic Playfest for his work The Hannigan's of Beverly, and his short story fiction work, Karma Finds Franny Glass, appeared in AdmitTwo Magazine in October of 2008.
His play, Cyberdate.Com, was chosen for a public performance at the Actors Chapel in Manhattan in February of 2007 as part of the groups Reading Series for New York project. In June of 2008, the play won the Virginia Theater of The First Amendment Award for best new play.

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From Professor William Anthony Connolly

This incredible memoir, No Time to Say Goodbye, tells of entertaining angels, dancing with devils, and of the abandoned children many viewed simply as raining manna from some lesser god.
The young and unfortunate lives of the Tuohy bruins—sometimes Irish, sometimes Jewish, often Catholic, rambunctious, but all imbued with Lion’s hearts— is told here with brutal honesty leavened with humor and laudable introspective forgiveness.
The memoir will have you falling to your knees thanking that benevolent Irish cop in the sky, your lucky stars, or hugging the oxygen out of your own kids the fate foisted upon Johnny and his siblings does not and did not befall your own brood.
 John William Tuohy, a nationally-recognized authority on organized crime and Irish levity, is your trusted guide through the weeds the decades of neglect ensnared he and his brothers and sisters, all suffering for the impersonal and often mercenary taint of the foster care system.
Theirs, and Tuohy’s, story is not at all figures of speech as this review might suggest, but all too real and all too sad, and maddening. I wanted to scream. I wanted to get into a time machine, go back and adopt every last one of them. I was angry. I was captivated.
The requisite damning verities of foster care are all here, regretfully, but what sets this story above others is its beating heart, even a bruised and broken one, still willing to forgive and understand, and continue to aid its walking wounded. I cannot recommend this book enough


Precarious  (prih-KAIR-ee-us) 1: dependent on uncertain premises : dubious a: dependent on chance circumstances, unknown conditions, or uncertain developments b: dangerously lacking in security or steadiness.  From prex came the Latin word precarius, meaning "obtained by entreaty," from whence came our own adjective precarious. Anglo-French priere, also fromprecarius, gave us prayer.

Shifting the Sun
by Diana Der-Hovanessian

  When your father dies, say the Irish,
 you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
 May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

 When your father dies, say the Welsh,
 you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
 May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

 When your father dies, say the Canadians,
 you run out of excuses. May you inherit
 his sun, say the Armenians.

 When your father dies, say the French,
 you become your own father.
 May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

 When your father dies, say the Indians,
 he comes back as the thunder.
 May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

 When your father dies, say the Russians,
 he takes your childhood with him.
 May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

 When your father dies, say the English,
 you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
 May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

 When your father dies, say the Armenians,
 your sun shifts forever.
 And you walk in his light.

"Shifting the Sun" by Diana Der-Hovanessian, from Selected Poems. © Sheep Meadow Press, 1994. 

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Don’t Make Personal Growth a Utilitarian Goal

William Davies, the author of "The Happiness Industry: How the Government and Big Business Sold us Well-Being," teaches at Goldsmiths University of London.

 Economists have spent most of the 20th century ignoring psychology, positive or otherwise. But today there is a great deal of emphasis on how happiness can shape global economies, or — on a smaller scale — successful business practice. This is driven, in part, by a trend in "measuring" positive emotions, mostly so they can be optimized.
Neuroscientists, for example, claim to be able to locate specific emotions, such as happiness or disappointment, in particular areas of the brain. Wearable technologies, such as Spire, offer data-driven advice on how to reduce stress.
Happiness indicators are increasingly used as a basis to transform or discipline individuals.
We are no longer just dealing with "happiness" in a philosophical or romantic sense — it has become something that can be monitored and measured, including by our behavior, use of social media and bodily indicators such as pulse rate and facial expressions.
There is nothing automatically sinister about this trend. But it is disquieting that the businesses and experts driving the quantification of happiness claim to have our best interests at heart, often concealing their own agendas in the process.
In the workplace, happy workers are viewed as a "win-win." Work becomes more pleasant, and employees, more productive. But this is now being pursued through the use of performance-evaluating wearable technology, such as Humanyze or Virgin Pulse, both of which monitor physical signs of stress and activity toward the goal of increasing productivity.
Cities such as Dubai, which has pledged to become the "happiest city in the world," dream up ever-more elaborate and intrusive ways of collecting data on well-being — to the point where there is now talk of using CCTV cameras to monitor facial expressions in public spaces. New ways of detecting emotions are hitting the market all the time: One company, Beyond Verbal, aims to calculate moods conveyed in a phone conversation, potentially without the knowledge of at least one of the participants. And Facebook demonstrated last summer that it could influence our emotions through tweaking our news feeds — opening the door to ever-more targeted manipulation in advertising and influence.
As the science grows more sophisticated and technologies become more intimate with our thoughts and bodies, a clear trend is emerging. Where happiness indicators were once used as a basis to reform society, challenging the obsession with money that G.D.P. measurement entrenches, they are increasingly used as a basis to transform or discipline individuals.
Happiness becomes a personal project, that each of us must now work on, like going to the gym. Since the 1970s, depression has come to be viewed as a cognitive or neurological defect in the individual, and never a consequence of circumstances. All of this simply escalates the sense of responsibility each of us feels for our own feelings, and with it, the sense of failure when things go badly.
A society that deliberately removed certain sources of misery, such as precarious and exploitative employment, may well be a happier one. But we won't get there by making this single, often fleeting emotion, the over-arching goal.


Valentine’s Day was first introduced to Japan in 1936 and has become widely popular. However, because of a translation error made by a chocolate company, only women buy Valentine chocolates for their spouses, boyfriends, or friends. In fact, it is the only day of the year many single women will reveal their crush on a man by giving him chocolate. The men don’t return the favor until White Day, a type of “answer day” to Valentine’s Day, which is on March 14.

“To Be or Not To Be”
Hamlet, Act 3, scene 1
Spoken by Hamlet

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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.

 "Half the lies they tell about me aren't true.”


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John William Tuohy

Interview Notes

"... said he was so well-qualified that if he didn't get the job, it would prove that the company's management was incompetent."

"... stretched out on the floor to fill out the job application."

. "... brought her large dog to the interview."

"... chewed bubble gum and constantly blew bubbles."

"Candidate kept giggling through serious interview."

"She wore a Walkman and said she could listen to me and the music at the same time."

"Balding candidate abruptly excused himself. Returned to office a few minutes later, wearing a hairpiece."

"Applicant challenged interviewer to arm wrestle."

"... asked to see interviewer's resume to see if the personnel executive was qualified to judge the candidate."

"... announced she hadn't had lunch and proceeded to eat a hamburger and french fries in the interviewer's office."

"Without saying a word, candidate stood up and walked out during the middle of the interview."

"Man wore jogging suit to interview for position as financial vice president."

"Stated that, if he were hired, he would demonstrate his loyalty by having the corporate logo tattooed on his forearm."

"Interrupted to phone his therapist for advice on answering specific interview questions."

"... wouldn't get out of the chair until I would hire him. I had to call the police."

"When I asked him about his hobbies, he stood up and started tap dancing around my office."

"... had a little pinball game and challenged me to play with him."

"... bounced up and down on my carpet and told me I must be highly thought of by the company because I was given such a thick carpet."

"At the end of the interview, while I stood there dumbstruck, went through my purse, took out a brush, brushed his hair, and left."

"... pulled out a Polaroid camera and snapped a flash picture of me. Said he collected photos of everyone who interviewed him."

"Candidate asked me if I would put on a suit jacket to insure that the offer I had made was formal."

"Said he wasn't interested because the position paid too much."

"While I was on a long-distance phone call, the applicant took out a copy of Penthouse, and looked through the photos only, stopping longest at the centerfold."

"During the interview, an alarm clock went off from the candidate's brief case. He took it out, shut it off, apologized and said he had to leave for another interview."

"A telephone call came in for the job applicant. It was from his wife. His side of the conversation went like this: "Which company? When do I start? What's the salary?" I said, "I assume you're not interested in conducting the interview any further." He promptly responded, "I am as long as you'll pay me more." "I didn't hire him, but later found out there was no other job offer. It was a scam to get a higher offer."

"An applicant came in wearing only one shoe. She explained that the other shoe was stolen off her foot in the bus."

"His attache [case] opened when he picked it up and the contents spilled, revealing ladies' undergarments and assorted makeup and perfume."

"He came to the interview with a moped and left it in the reception area. He didn't want it to get stolen, and stated that he would require indoor parking for the moped."

"He took off his right shoe and sock, removed a medicated foot powder and dusted it on the foot and in the shoe. While he was putting back the shoe and sock, he mentioned that he had to use the powder four times a day, and this was the time."

 "Candidate said he really didn't want to get a job, but the unemployment office needed proof that he was looking for one."

"He whistled when the interviewer was talking."

"... asked who the lovely babe was, pointing to the picture on my desk. When I said it was my wife, he asked if she was home now and wanted my phone number. I called security."

"... she threw-up on my desk, and immediately started asking questions about the job, like nothing had happened."

"Pointing to a black case he carried into my office, he said that if he was not hired, the bomb would go off. Disbelieving, I began to state why he would never be hired and that I was going to call the police. He then reached down to the case, flipped a switch and ran. No one was injured, but I did need to get a new desk."

"... asked if I wanted some cocaine before starting the interview."

When asked if there was anything else he wanted to tell the interviewer, the applicant said, "Well, ma'am, I ain't never killed nobody before."

One candidate, when asked if he was ever convicted of a felony, responded, "No, I was not convicted, I pled guilty."

A job applicant challenged the interviewer to an arm wrestle.

Interviewee wore a Walkman, explaining that she could listen to the interviewer and the music at the same time.

Candidate fell and broke arm during interview.

Candidate announced she hadn't had lunch and proceeded to eat a hamburger and french fries in the interviewer's office.

Candidate explained that her long-term goals was to replace the interviewer.

Candidate said he never finished high school because he was kidnapped and kept in a closet in Mexico.

Balding candidate excused himself and returned to the office a few minutes later wearing a hairpiece.

Applicant said if he was hired he would demonstrate his loyalty by having the corporate logo tattooed on his forearm.

Applicant interrupted interview to phone her therapist for advice on how to answer specific interview questions.

Candidate brought large dog to interview.

Applicant refused to sit down and insisted on being interviewed standing up.

Candidate dozed off during interview.

 When asked if there was anything else he wanted to tell the interviewer, the applicant said, "Well, ma'am, I ain't never killed nobody before."

One candidate, when asked if he was ever convicted of a felony, responded, "No, I was not convicted, I pled guilty."

A job applicant challenged the interviewer to an arm wrestle.

Interviewee wore a Walkman, explaining that she could listen to the interviewer and the music at the same time.

Candidate fell and broke arm during interview.

Candidate announced she hadn't had lunch and proceeded to eat a hamburger and french fries in the interviewer's office.

Candidate explained that her long-term goals was to replace the interviewer.

Candidate said he never finished high school because he was kidnapped and kept in a closet in Mexico.

Balding candidate excused himself and returned to the office a few minutes later wearing a hairpiece.

Applicant said if he was hired he would demonstrate his loyalty by having the corporate logo tattooed on his forearm.

Applicant interrupted interview to phone her therapist for advice on how to answer specific interview questions.

Candidate brought large dog to interview.

Applicant refused to sit down and insisted on being interviewed standing up.

Candidate dozed off during interview.



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Sculpture this and Sculpture that

The art of War (Propaganda art through the ages)

Album Art (Photographic arts)

Pulp Fiction Trash (The art of Pulp Fiction covers)

Admit it, you want to Read this Book (The art of Pulp Fiction covers)

The Godfather Trilogy BlogSpot

On the Waterfront: The Making of a great American Film

Absolutely blogalicious

The Wee Book of Irish Recipes (Book support site)

Good chowda (New England foods)

Old New England Recipes (Book support site)

And I Love Clams (New England foods)

In Praise of the Rhode Island Wiener (New England foods)

Wicked Cool New England Recipes (New England foods)

Old New England Recipes (New England foods)

Foster Care new and Updates

Aging out of the system

Murder, Death and Abuse in the Foster Care system

Angel and Saints in the Foster Care System

The Foster Children’s Blogs

Foster Care Legislation

The Foster Children’s Bill of Right

Foster Kids own Story

The Adventures of Foster Kid.

Me vs. Diabetes (Diabetes education site)

The Quotable Helen Keller

Teddy Roosevelt's Letters to his children (Book support site)

The Quotable Machiavelli (Book support site)

Whatever you do, don't laugh

The Quotable Grouch Marx

A Big Blog of Irish Literature

The Wee Blog of Irish Jokes (Book support blog)

The Wee Blog of Irish Recipes

The Irish American Gangster

The Irish in their Own Words

When Washington Was Irish

The Wee Book of Irish Recipes (Book support site)

Following Fitzgerald


The Blogable Robert Frost

Charles Dickens

The Beat Poets of the Forever Generation

Holden Caulfield Blog Spot

The Quotable Oscar Wilde

The Quotable Thoreau

Old New England Recipes

Wicked Cool New England Recipes


The New England Mafia

And I Love Clams

In Praise of the Rhode Island Wiener

Watch Hill

York Beach

The Connecticut History Blog

The Connecticut Irish

Good chowda

God, How I hated the 70s

Child of the Sixties Forever

The Kennedy’s in the 60’s

Music of the Sixties Forever

Elvis and Nixon at the White House (Book support site)

Beatles Fan Forever

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Robert Kennedy in His Own Words

The 1980s were fun

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The Mob in Hollywood

We Only Kill Each Other

Early Gangsters of New York City

Al Capone: Biography of a self-made Man

The Life and World of Al Capone

The Salerno Report

Guns and Glamour

The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

Mob Testimony

Recipes we would Die For

The Prohibition in Pictures

The Mob in Pictures

The Mob in Vegas

The Irish American Gangster

Roger Touhy Gangster

Chicago’s Mob Bosses

Chicago Gang Land: It Happened Here

Whacked: One Hundred years of Murder in Gangland

The Mob Across America

Mob Cops, Lawyers and Front Men

Shooting the Mob: Dutch Schultz

Bugsy& His Flamingo: The Testimony of Virginia Hill

After Valachi. Hearings before the US Senate on Organized Crime

Mob Buster: Report of Special Agent Virgil Peterson to the Kefauver Committee (Book support site)

The US Government’s Timeline of Organized Crime (Book support site)

The Kefauver Organized Crime Hearings (Book support site)

Joe Valachi's testimony on the Mafia (Book support site)

Mobsters in the News

Shooting the Mob: Dead Mobsters (Book support site)

The Stolen Years Full Text (Roger Touhy)

Mobsters in Black and White

Mafia Gangsters, Wiseguys and Goodfellas

Whacked: One Hundred Years of Murder and Mayhem in the Chicago Mob (Book support site)

Gangland Gaslight: The Killing of Rosy Rosenthal (Book support site)

The Best of the Mob Files Series (Book support site)

It’s All Greek Mythology to me

Psychologically Relevant

The Rarifieid Tribe

Perfect Behavior

The Upscale Traveler

The Mish Mosh Blog

DC Behind the Monuments

Washington Oddities

When Washington Was Irish


The New York Mafia: The Origins of the New York Mob

The Quotable John F. Kennedy


The New York Mob: The Bosses

Best of Mob Stories1

Best of Mob Stories 2

Four Short Plays


High and Goodbye: Everybody gets the Timothy Leary they deserve. A full length play

Cyberdate. An Everyday Love Story About Everyday People

The Connecticut Irish

  The Wee Book of Irish Jokes

The Wee Book of Irish Recipes 
 The Wee Book of the American-Irish Gangsters

The Dutchman's Soliloquy: A one Act Play based on the factual last words of Gangster Dutch Schultz.

 The Wee book of Irish Blessings... 

The Wee Book of the American Irish in Their Own Words

The Book of Things Irish

  The Wee Book of the American-Irish Gangsters

An Illustrated Chronological History of the Chicago Mob. Time Line 1837-2000

Testimony by Mobsters Lewis McWillie, Joseph Campisi and Irwin Weiner (The Mob Files)

Perfect Behavior.: A guide for Ladies and Gentlemen in all Social Crises

The New York Mafia: The Origins of the New York Mob

Shooting the mob. Organized crime in photos. Dead Mobsters, Gangsters and Hoods.


Early Street Gangs and Gangsters of New York City: 1800-1919. Illustrated

The Quotable Oscar Wilde

The Mob Files: Mob Cops, Lawyers and Informants and Fronts

Organized Crime 25 Years after Valachi. Hearings before the US Senate

The Quotable Machiavelli

Shooting the mob Dutch Schultz

The Quotable Confucius: Life Lesson from the Chinese Master

The Quotable Emerson: Life lessons from the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Over 300 quotes

The Quotable Henry David Thoreau

The Mob Files: Mob Wars. "We only kill each other"

The Quotable Writer: Writers on the Writers Life

Whacked. One Hundred Years Murder and Mayhem in the Chicago Outfit

Baby Boomers Guide to the Beatles Songs of the Sixties

Baby Boomers Guide to Songs of the 1960s

The Quotable Robert F. Kennedy

Wicked Good New England Recipes

Joe Pistone’s war on the mafia

Mob Recipes to Die For. Meals and Mobsters in Photos

More Mob Recipes to Die For. Meals and Mobs
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Mob in Hollywood

Voices from the valley

Gangland Gaslight: The Killing of Rosy Rosenthal. (Illustrated)

When Capone’s mob



It's Not All Right to be a Foster Kid....no matter what they tell you: Tweet the books contents

The Russian Mafia in America

The Mob Files: It Happened Here: Places of Note in Chicago gangland 1900-2000

The Book of funny odd and interesting things people say

The Porchless Pumpkin

Shooting the Mob: Organized crime in photos. Crime Boss Tony Accardo

The New York Mafia: The Origins of the New York Mob

The Quotable John F. Kennedy

She Stoops to Conquer

The New York Mob: The Bosses

Best of Mob 1

Best of Mob 2

American Shakespeare: August Wilson in his own words. A One Act Play