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What I have been doing   1 comment

Brooklyn Bridge 1Just thought I would write a few words to say what I have been up to. First I had a minor cancer problem but that has been corrected. It was pretty stupid. I has a squamous cell cancer on my foot. I called it my Wide World of Sports Cancer. You remember the agony of de-feet.

I am trying something completely different now with my writing. I am writing two books at the same time. I never know which one I will be writing until I sit down at the computer each day. These books will be different from the first. They will follow a more normal beginning-middle-end route. I will also proof read these and have them edited to remove errors rather than to add some. Here is a little peek into each book.

The first one is a story of two guys born the same day in the same hospital in 1950. One is from Red Hook his father is a machinist. The other from Cobble Hill and his father is a loan shark with The Family. As they grow up their paths keep crossing and their lives become entwined. As the dock work comes to an end in the Hook one becomes a cop the other follows in his fathers footsteps.

The second is totally different. This one keeps changing. I wanted to see if I could write a zombie story. It started out as a quick short story. I thought it would be about fifty pages and a straight normal zombie story but it didn’t want to go that way. It has morphed into a story of people coping with life in that world. It has changed into something that has never been done before. It is set in New York and also has a sort of Mad Max feel to it. It sounds like there is no way those two genres can mix especially in the city but I have figured a way it works. When I see it in my mind it is spectacular of course when I put it on paper it may suck. Luckily I really don’t care. I may never publish either one but it is fun writing them. Anyway they at least keep me busy.


Posted February 11, 2015 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

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Deja Vu   4 comments

mottoDÉJÀ VU           

As I watch the news coverage of the two cops murdered in the 79 yesterday it brings back painful memories. It feels like the City is returning to seventies. It was a time when we had mayors and police commissioners who hated cops and showed them no respect. I remember going to funerals almost every month. The moral of us the cops on street was nonexistent. It was felt that the only support we had was each other. It was us against the world. Crime was rampant and the streets were filthy.

Slowly things changed as better mayors and commissioners came in. The city went from a cesspool of crime and violence to one of the safest big cities in the world. Now a new mayor intent on bringing back those days is in office. He learned how to govern at the feet of David Dinkens possibly the worst mayor in the history of New York City until now. Mr. Mayor there are now two less cops for your son to be afraid of. You have blood on your hands and it won’t wash off.

If my son had been one of those killed yesterday they would have had to pull me off DeBlasio. I watched his hypocritical speech last night and it also reminded me of the seventies. The politicians and police brass have no respect for living street cops but they love dead ones. They get to stand before the cameras and cry their crocodile tears. They can pretend they care and hope for a boost in their poll numbers.



Posted December 21, 2014 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

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A Bushwick Night before Christmas   Leave a comment



This is something I plan on reading Tuesday at the Inspired Mic. I will gladly take any suggestions on how to make it better.

Thanks, Kevin.


T`was the night before Christmas and all thru the hood

Not a felon was stirring which was really good

The drugs were hidden in the kitchen with care

In hopes the cops wouldn’t find them there

The junkies were passed out from street corner meds

While visions of needles danced in their heads

Bob started the car as I closed my door

At the turn of the key the engine did roar

Off in the distance shots did rattle

To us seemed the sound of a battle

Away to the scene we flew like a flash

At the top of the street we almost did crash

The blood on the breast of the new fallen snow

Gave the luster of midday to the bodies below

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But two bloody bodies smelling of beer

The two lay there not so lively or quick

I knew in a moment this was done by some dick

More rapid than eagles the cars they came

Bob whistled and shouted and called them by name

Here, Adam! Here, Boy, Here Charlie and David

On, Eddie, On, Frank, none of them waited

A  red trail of blood led up to a Hall

Now up I say, Up I say, Up I say all

As leaves before the wild hurricane fly

So went the dancers as Police we did cry

So on to the dance hall we all flew

Eight cops and old Sgt. Kelly too

Then in a twinkling I heard a small skell

He was prancing and pawing and yelled go to hell

I entered the dance hall in a quick bound

One wall was covered in holes I soon found

The blood on the wall showed here they were shot

The smoky hall smelled strongly of pot

I was in the bathroom the owner did claim

Over two hundred patrons answered the same

Piles of guns were found on the floor

All had been fired, some thru the door

The owner’s eyes did twinkle as he answered our calls

I had to admit he had some pair of balls

He claimed he knew nothing, no one had a pistol

Butbodies had so many holes if they walked they would whistle

The butt of a cigarette he held in his teeth

As still he denied knowing of those beneath

The owner he had a round little belly

That shook when he laughed at old Sgt. Kelly

Who did the shooting I asked him myself

He answered who knows maybe an elf

An elf with a machine gun is what he said

But it could have been Santa who made them dead

An asshole he was and also a jerk

Santa he claimed may have went berserk

Out to the street we dragged him thru snows

He shivered and shook and said this really blows

The two were taken by wagon not sleigh

For those two it appeared crime didn’t pay

Never hold up a club with two little guns

Unless the dancers are all little nuns

The dancers exclaimed as we drove from the site



Posted December 12, 2014 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

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How Rare Is Rare for a Lobster?   1 comment

This is from the town in live in. Maybe it is not saving the whales or mountain gorillas. Maybe Libbie is only a lobster but Libbie didn’t have to be the in cause to worth saving. Now Libbie thrill and amaze children for years to come.

Libbie the Lobster

When I began researching the beautiful yellow lobster we later named Libbie, I found articles that reported she was 1 in 30 million, others that said 1 in 20 million. I learned that other lobsters are quite rare too. For example, albinophoto lobster2 lobsters are the most rare, next are the yellow, followed by calico, blue and even a rare two-toned lobster.

So I began to wonder, What causes this anomaly? And, If so many are found, then why are they rare at all?

As with all life it seems, the color of a lobster is determined by both genetics and environment. Slight genetic mutations occur throughout nature. Libbie was likely a result of this sort of mutation. But environment can also play a role. Because yellow lobsters seem to be found in certain common areas along the coast, it has been hypothesized that certain algae could be the culprit.


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The Park House Incident   1 comment

The Park House Incident.

Posted August 24, 2014 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

The Park House Incident   Leave a comment

Coffey ParkIt was the summer of 1963, July 3rd to be exact and the Nite Owls were preparing for the greatest July 4th ever. The gang of 12 year olds had been working on it for a year. The plan was Roger’s it had come to him last year on Independence Day. The gang was getting bored with tossing packs of firecrackers around when Roger turned to Sean.
“I wish we had something bigger. We should try to get some ash cans or cherry bombs.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty good but I heard that the M80s are a quarter of a stick of dynamite.”
Herman jumped into the conversation, “Why don’t we get four M80’s and tape them together. Then we will have a whole stick of dynamite.”
Sean told him, “Nah, they won’t all explode at the same time. It would just be a waste.”
Now the rest of the Nite Owls joined in and the conversation turned serious.
Tommy asked, “How about we buy some real dynamite?”
Ronald laughed, “Who is going to sell us dynamite? They would be afraid we would blow up the school.”
That was when Roger had his brilliant idea, “Why don’t we get a big coffee can. We can start collecting the powder from fireworks and fill it up. Then we would have a real big one.”
Sean wasn’t too sure, “But wouldn’t that make it too big? I mean that sounds like trouble.
“Nah”, Jack said, “It is only fireworks powder but we better not use any M80’s they are real explosives.”
And so the boys started on their great July 4th 1963 project. They had named their giant firecracker the M8000. They were stripping firecrackers, cherry bombs and ash cans and the emptying the powder into a Maxwell House coffee can. They did keep their promise of nothing from inside an M80. They didn’t want to do anything stupid like that.
Herman arrived one day with six roman candles. After a spirited discussion and vote it was decided to empty the contents into the M8000. They were only fireworks after all and might make a nice show when they went off. They also found a few packs of sparklers. They were pulverized. The wires got thrown away and the rest emptied into the can.
By the middle of June 1963 the M8000 was ready. Now the boys were counting the days until July 4th. It was to be a great day, the unveiling of the M8000.
Finally the big day came. Everyone had arranged with their parents to stay at Ronald’s house. He lived only a block from the park.
At the appointed hour 11PM, the boys gathered at the softball field in Coffey Park. They were all there Sean, Ronald, Roger, Herman, Tommy, Jerry and Jack. They invited the girls and Laura, Candy, Lola, Maryanne and Steph came to watch the show. The boys had decided not to tell anyone else. It was their project and they didn’t want to share it.
The plan was to set it off on second base but the girls were afraid it was too close and were going to leave.
Sean said, “Ok, how about we bring it out to left field and light it off.”
Now the guys were complaining that it would be too far away.
Jack jumped in to save the day, “I know I’ll light the fuse and toss it onto the park house. Then it will be high enough for us all to see it.”
Everyone agreed that was a good plan. The park house is a building just beyond the left field fence that is used to hold the maintenance equipment for the park.
Finally the appointed hour came. Jack carried the mighty M8000 out to left field. He lit the fuse and ran back to watch with the gang. The whole group was smiling waiting for it. After about ten seconds there was a huge flash and tremendous boom. The group started to cheer when the shock wave hit and shingles from the roof of the park house began to rain down.
The cheer ended and the group stared in shock at the park house. There was a hole in the roof you could have driven a VW through.
Sean exclaimed, “HOLY SHIT.”
Now it was a mad dash to get the hell out of the park. They made it to their basement club house in seconds. Soon afterwards the sirens started. None of them wanted to go out and see what was happening.
In the morning the boys came out and went to the park. The bombing of the park house was the talk of the neighborhood for a week. It was the general consensus that outsiders from Park Slope or Cobble Hill had done it. The boy agreed those dirty bastards had probably done the evil deed. They never told anyone what really happened that night.

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