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Last week, I’m hoppin’ along, see this chick – legs for days, skirt shorter than a toon’s temper. I’m like, “Whoa, doc, she’s trouble!” She’s givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Is this kosher?” – straight outta “A Serious Man,” that line! I swagger up, all cool-like, an’ she’s like, “Fifty bucks, rabbit.” Fifty?! I nearly choked on my carrot! Made me mad, man – inflation’s hittin’ the streets too? Screw that noise!

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Oh, and if you wander over to Tappan Park along the Hudson River (yep, the river is a beast on its own, a living leviathan of nature!) you'll feel the wind sing old, wild ballads. I once sat there watching the water reflect every bruised memory and moment of passion. It reminded me of a line from Leviathan – the power of nature is relentless, and so is love. And trust me, sometimes love is just as unpredictable.

Old Tappan police officers help elderly resident shovel snow from driveway and sidewalk in Bergen County, New Jersey