The "Old Block" Tells All.

  We are all seeds in Papa’s Vineyard, and I am blessed to be the fateful Patriarch of this tiny vine of devoted, familial female grapes. The little one is no longer with us. No, she has not passed on to that vaporous vale of eternal sleep; however, she has been spirited away from the fold by ignorance and ill intentions. So, yes, she is lost to the Bruster Clan, (although she was never truly a Bruster, which will be explained in detail someday). However, this is an account of the ones who remain, (the little one, at least, deserved an honorable mention as her departure from the vineyard was not completely by her own design). The Bruster girls are the perfect mixture of intelligence, beauty, and dedication. They all embody the spirit of “Papa Bruster”, who has gone on to lands unknown nearly a half-century before their birth, so in truth, they never met him, or visited his earthly vineyard as I did. It is uncanny, however, that they all carry the genetic cerebral markers that mad

  Let us take a scientific approach to discovering what beauty really is. (Ladies only--guys are just spectators on this trip.) What is it that spells beauty to you? When you look in the mirror do you instantly recognize the formula for great looks? Do you require a second opinion to make up your mind about what you have discovered? Do you seek the aid of cosmetics to create the illusion of beauty? Are you naturally endowed with the classic features that you have come to know as the traits and characteristics of beauty? Has anyone who has not seen you naked or in a state of undress, raved about your natural, awe-inspiring attractive features? What were their words exactly? Do you remember each syllable, or were you caught up in the attention you were getting? Some people say, “Beauty is only skin deep.” However, it has been my experience that beauty starts within and cannot be contained by skin. It shines through, regardless of what a woman is wearing, (or not wearing). Beauty igno

  Allow me to introduce you to a self-made queen of artistic and sensual photo-play! Without mentioning her name, (which starts with a “V” ironically), I can tell you that she is an extremely busy wife and mother, who involves her entire family in her unabashed, unambiguous, and ultra-creative photography empire, which also includes multi-media art. With Russian roots, come certain standards and customs that might seem a bit forward to the average American. (Many American and South American men venture to Russia to find such a precious bride. I once served as an agent to connect these Western gentlemen with their future wives, and wrote an article about the problem with Russian men and their favorite libation.) Russian life, especially for women, can begin at a very tender age, although most modern Russian women wait to start a family after completing their college degrees. What might seem promiscuous in Western eyes is considered natural in Soviet and Eastern Bloc countries. Russi

Yeah, yeah, we all know the terms “MILF” and “GILF”, but do we sincerely pay homage to these bold and brazen old broads as we should. (I mean as real men, that is.) Teenage girls are snapping old necks all day, but hey, that’s someone’s little girl. Older girls have already seen that ship sail decades ago. Do any of us have a clue what it takes for an old girl to get attention these days? In the old days a well-turned ankle, an impromptu up-skirt gust of wind, or a come-hither smile was all the invite we needed to cross the room and offer her a drink or a ride home, (hers or ours). Nowadays, our MILF and GILF female counterparts have to lay it all on the line, to get so much as a nod from some of us. So, let us tip our proverbial hats to the tough old girls who put all of their wares on display for a cup of coffee, or a handshake. Viva Doña “L” Doña “L” is “milf-power” to the nth degree. She exudes feminine pulchritude in her fingers, toes and each and every strand of her long beau

Get your mind out of the gutter for a moment, and expand it to another conceptual degree of thinking. Most people think we only taste with our mouths, but a famous comic cooking couple taught me otherwise. (Lee and Stephen are not a real couple, but they are like brothers. You can find their cooking videos on a very popular shopping site that starts with an “A”.) They once told me that we eat with our eyes before we eat with our mouths. So, why not eat with other essential organs? Have you eaten something without smelling it first? If you smell an apple and eat an onion at the same time, how does it taste? Okay, the Old Block got side-tracked there for a moment, but the setup was critical to evoke your curious imagination and make you more susceptible to my eclectic way of thinking. (No, not “weird”, I said “eclectic”.) Let us assume that the heart and not the brain is our feeler gauge for love, and somehow can pump love through our veins. (The heart takes a great deal of credit for

Ladies, let no man tell you to change your appearance to conform to his ideal vision of beauty or sensuality. Do you look essentially the same way you did when he met you, (plus or minus a few pounds)? Are you pierced and/or tattooed? When you look in the mirror, does your reflection smile back at you and say, “Damn girl, you look good”? What is it that you do not like about where you are on the “beauty trail”? (Beauty is more of a voyage than a state of being.) What would you like to change before you reach journey’s end? Grow, cut, style, braid, or dye your hair to match the rainbow that caught your eye after the rain storm? Hit the gym and recapture those legs, hips, and thighs you used to rock in your twenties? Say it out loud; no scream into a pillow exactly how you feel about your presentation of beauty! (You do not wish to be committed to a mental facility for the weekend, because someone heard you cursing your thighs!) Cottage cheese looks great on a salad, but not so hot to a

She is always there when a moment of monumental importance is about to occur. How does she know that this instant she has chosen to capture will be the one that everyone will remember, for all time? Is she clairvoyant, or somehow gifted by God to see the future; then imprison the moment on what is now known as film? What makes her so gifted and so insightful as to be the one and only “life photographer” who follows me and mine about snapping gem after gem? Is it the fact that she practices and teaches Yoga? Does the ability to contort her nimble body into various unearthly poses awaken some majestic power in her cell phone that extends itself to her eyes and fingers to “snap” that perfect image? Is she somehow in tune with the cosmos and privileged to know my every move, before I make it? Can she be the embodiment of a celestial being, who visits this plane of existence only to record and catalog my most significant performances? Where was she when I was a small boy, nearly drowning i

  Okay, ladies, turn your heads away for a moment. I need to render some mental images and pose a few queries to the men folk in attendance today. Yes, this is the “Old Block Church of What is on Your Filthy Mind”. You are a man, right? That instantly qualifies you as a purveyor of the almighty three “F’s”! (Food, Fighting, and F*cking, for the coarse among us. Gentlemen never use such terms, whether in mixed company or not, and certainly not in church!) So, the question on the table is, “Can you discern whether she is a flower or a weed?” Look around the congregation, and point that powerful digit of discernment at each lady in attendance, asking yourself, (or the digit), “Is she a flower or a weed?” (If you are a gynecological botanist, you are instantly disqualified from this exercise. You know way too much already!) Allow me to lay the groundwork for this little social experiment. Some girls are like delicate, fragrant flowers, but if they are in someone else’s garden, you can

I am an old-school war veteran, with new-school ideas, and a burning desire for perpetual knowledge and life appreciation. (I was the CEO of Sew Wonderful Fashions, LLC; Vice President of New Power Source, Inc.; and I am currently Secretary of the Board with Tekura Jegnas, Inc., and I continue to write and design products at my leisure.) At my core, I am a "People Person", who focuses more on character than appearance or status. (I, myself was raised as a migrant worker, in the fifties.) I have an affinity for the elderly, who need selfless love and constant reinforcement, as well as youngsters, who require persistent guidance and tempered discipline. I am an internationally-published writer, former Hollywood stunt-fight coordinator, vocalist and spokesperson, and graphic artist. However, for this endeavor, I embody the persona of a consummate gamer, passionate husband and father, as well as a lover of beauty, (in all forms). I died in 2016, right after my long-awaited retire