People resort to that when they have nothing intelligent to contribute to a conversation--the final rhetorical refuge of the ignorant and hateful. You're having fun, and making something from things that most folks treat as garbage. That's pretty smart as far as I'm concerned. I enjoyed the vid--AND part 2, also--and you and your camerawoman seem like good people that I'd be happy to know. The trolls? They don't matter at all to anyone...and I see that you follow the first rule of internet comment control: "Do not feed the Trolls" Peace and prosperity are my wishes for you both.
Recently renovated in its entirety, the Jupiter Beach Resort also devoted substantial resources to the bar and grill that is Sinclair's. It's an elegantly appointed space, with views of their oceanfront pool, and in some cases over the dunes and foliage to the Atlantic surf itself. The menu was tight & focused, NOT overambitious, with an abundance of intriguing seafood offerings, as well as a few significant preparations in the non-seafood department -- as in some amazing steaks.
The BW (Beautiful Wife,) ordered a delectable and ample portion of Yellowtail Snapper, presented sautéed over a wonderful parmesan polenta with caper sauce, peppers, and kalamata olives--accompanied by a tomato/basil relish that augmented the taste to the level of magnificent. I entertained the Sea Scallops, which were perfectly cooked: browned and caramelized top and bottom, yet barely cooked (medium rare) through the center. Placed upon a bed of wilted baby spinach leaves with prosciutto over perfectly cooked basmati rice, the vanilla beurre blanc was placed UNDER the food on the plate NOT poured all over it. The taste delight was made even more savory by a drizzle of perfectly reduced balsamic vinegar that tasted so nearly like chocolate. My biggest compliment is that each bite of scallop was one SO exquisite that I wanted to keep in my mouth for as long as possible, not swallowing it--because I wanted to savor it for as long as I possibly could.
Not only were the portions ample and perfectly prepared, but their wine list was well-populated, though small (which is perfect for a local, niche restaurant.) This presented us with a most wonderful choice: a five-year-old Amarone listed at a mere $98! Anyone who's a fan of Amarones, knows that it's difficult to find a decent bottle in even a discount wine store for under $40. To find such a delight on a small-restaurant menu at a mere 100% markup was a gift in and of itself. A review of the balance of the wine list showed a significant number of similar choices with identical economics.
Mention must be made here of their carbaholics' delight of choices in fresh-baked breads with artisanal butters and spreads. I can't opine on any of those, however, because the BW and I both avoid even a whiff of wheat. Nevertheless, fairness dictates that the hearsay-based observations overheard from our neighbors' tables be mentioned here. They seemed to be enjoying their bread & spread offerings quite sufficiently so as to be compelling second and third baskets.
The dessert menu presented a sufficient number of delicious-sounding choices, which tended to make you forget that you just ate a completely satisfying meal. The need was to find sufficient stomach-room to stuff one of their sweet creations into your face. We stayed with the light choice of their three crème brulé: presented in a partitioned dish with separate selections of pomegranate, mango, and raspberry-flavored crème brûlée. It was a perfectly seamless end to the meal.
The wait staff was attentive, polite, and very well-trained --though I must say that the empty dishes, from which the food had been devoured, remained on the table for longer than expected. This was especially noticeable since the restaurant seemed rather sparsely populated during our meal. By the time we left it was far busier, but we were--by then--more interested in getting seated at the bar/lounge for an after-dinner drink. The bar is lovely; lots of wood, an impressive green-veined tan marble top, and a "wine wall" acting as a barrier betwixt bar and restaurant. Stocked with an abundant selection of top shelf small-batch Bourbons, single-malt Scotch, Irish, and Canadian whiskeys, the bar also offered an ample supply of top-shelf vodkas, gins, and liqueurs.
After our friendly, cheerful barkeep, Michelle, prepared and served our after-dinner libations we took a stroll to the surf-crashed beach under a near-full moon. All-in-all a beyond perfect evening, making for a more than memorable anniversary. I think we've discovered a new favorite "clubhouse!" The tab for this incredible evening of oral delights? Just $200 including the $98 for the Amarone!
Sinclair's is clearly a place that, though off the radar, needs to be discovered and enjoyed by as many as possible. You will certainly NOT be disappointed, and will most likely leave grinning from ear to ear at your good fortune in having discovered this gem, The entire experience can best be described as a two-hour vacation.
As some of you know, I am the survivor of the suicide by gunshot to the head--in my presence...I was in the next room, and arrived at her side before she fell--of my late, beloved yet troubled wife and best friend, Lisa, nearly 14 years ago. I don't blame her, and I don't blame the gun. I blame a mental health mindset and personal crisis that her internist chose to treat with SSRIs alone, and without psychiatric referral. This, in and of itself is obscene.
Should I have taken her gun? I've tortured myself for years over that one. However, I realize that by my taking her car keys a half-hour earlier (because she'd dealt with her pain that day--as too many do--with vodka,) with my young stepdaughters waiting in the back seat ready to be taken to dinner, that I'd at least managed to save them from the plunge of their mother's madness. She'd decided to ask for the check in her life, and was not planning on leaving them behind without her. The car and an intentional wreck were her clear intent, with hindsight.
Hers is probably the type of gun death that NO law would prevent, and that I could only defer by removing her gun...she was going...whatever way she could. At least it was instantly over, and she took nobody with her.
MY two cents' worth: A gun is simply a tool, NOT a totem. As a former criminal defense attorney and divorce counsel for domestic violence victims I always had to be able to defend myself. A close friend and colleague was found shot to death in his car In Hackensack, NJ in the early 1990s. The messages that got left on my answering machine would be funny if they weren't so bone-chilling. I NEVER let my staff listen to my messages before I'd screened them. I had an Assistant Prosecutor in Bergen County who I was "assigned" to--to coordinate investigation of some of the more dire threats. One that sticks out? "You think Oklahoma City was something? Wait 'til you see what we're gonna do to YOU." My need for guns was readily apparent, but New Jersey is one of the most tightly regulated states and would never allow me (or nearly ANYONE) a concealed carry permit. So they assigned me
to a prosecutor. Big help, that! (note, dripping sarcasm.)
My Dad was a locksmith in the Bronx for 42 years, and also a concealed carry permittee in NYC for as long as I can remember. He made sure--since there was always going to be a gun in the house or in his store (where I worked at various times)--that I was trained in gun safety AND in gun respect and use. At age 8 (1961-2) he took me to the Westchester County Police Range, turned me over to the police trainers, and set me on the sane approach to viewing a gun as a tool with inherent risks and dangers, to be handled at all times with full respect for its lethal potential. There is an immutable need that one hold in sufficient awe and respect the potential havoc contained in those few ounces of hardened steel.
I've learned much over the years about guns, their use and abuse, yet nothing prepares you for the carnage in your presence...the smell of blood and cordite that belongs on a battlefield--not a bedroom in Ridgewood, NJ, 20-minutes from midtown Manhattan. Amongst what I HAVE learned: If you're a legitimate gun owner--not a fetishist--you do NOT need a military-grade weapon. Nobody needs AK-47 with a 30-round magazine to hunt deer or kill paper. And guess what--you AIN'T the Army. You aren't going to overthrow the government no matter how much you love our Bill of Rights, our "forefathers,'" and our imperfect Constitution (which "benevolently" and less than perfectly agreed that black people were equal to 3/5 of a white man...in order to address their white owners' concerns about under-representation in the House of Representatives.)
Another thing of great concern to me at present is the number of police personnel who know less than nothing about guns--not how to care for them, not about ballistics, not about the basic rules of gun safety: such as "ALWAYS, ALWAYS watch your background." That means always being aware of who and what lies downrange of any projectile that you discharge.
The most obvious recent example is the Empire State Building shooting by NYPD officers (amongst the BETTER trained cops in the country.) For those unfamiliar, a murderer pointed his gun at two NYPD cops on the busy morning sidewalk, and the police responded with justified gunfire. They fired 16 rounds from EIGHT FEET away, and managed to hit the murderer 7 times--hitting NINE bystanders with errant shots. Let me repeat for emphasis. SIXTEEN shots from across-the-couch distance, and they MISSED with NINE of those shots. Draw your own conclusions--the stress of the situation is something they supposedly train for. These cops OBVIOUSLY had no choice, and were spot on in their use of deadly force--COMPLETELY justified. Yet they basically couldn't hit the proverbial freakin' BARN, it seems, if they were aiming at it. MORE than half of their shots, from EIGHT FEET away, hit OTHER innocent people. Luckily none of the bystanders were killed or seriously mangled.
And let me NOT get started on the instantaneous use of deadly force as a FIRST resort that seems prevalent in Florida law enforcement officers. Not the Mace, not the pepper spray, not the Taser--which they all carry--their first resort is to the fucking gun. Seems as though they become cops because they WANT to shoot someone--or something: Our four-legged friends are instantly dispatched for offenses as small as barking from behind a fence, or merely being there and in the way.
Video games--specifically those known as "first-person shooters"--are creating a generation of desensitized people, who don't have a clue about what a bullet does as it rips through flesh and bone. But they LOVE shooting. It's absolutely what's known as "patterning" in Psychology.
Kids watch TV shows and movies where all sorts of graphic violence is on display. people have their heads blown off by others'--or their own hand--then they see those same people that were dispatched show up tomorrow in another show or movie: the message being that it's all just a big game...nothing horrific about the effect of the bullet. Nevertheless we, as a society, treat gun education and gun training as if they were a disease to be avoided at all costs.
I think it's high time that gun safety be taught (NON-ideologically) to EVERY SINGLE kid, beginning at a very young age. Proper respect for an inherently dangerous tool--clearly potentially fatal--that's found in more homes than not--NEEDS to be part of the curriculum in every primary school. Emphasis on NOT touching the gun should be appropriately stressed. Perhaps some graphic ballistics videos--using gelatin targets for the younger kids, and REAL shooting results for older pre-teens--will remove the proto-erotic lure of the forbidden, the taboo, that beckons too many of our vulnerable citizens. It certainly can't make us WORSE off than at present. We're intentionally via neglect raising a new generation of killers by failing to do so...cops AND robbers.
Please be safe, take care of yourselves AND others. Educate yourselves, LOVE yourselves and the rest of us...please. We're all such fragile creatures, with just a short sprint of life in the sunlight, and death's embrace is forever. Bless you all.
- Rutgers School of Law-Newark1984 JD, 1981 - 1984
- City University of New York1981 BA cum laude (Professional Writing/English), 1977 - 1981
- University of Miami1996 APT (Medical School/Acupuncture TCM), 1995 - 1996
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