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happiness is......
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milagros317
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Happiness is having a shot of single malt whiskey. 😀
milagros317
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Happiness is eating a three-egg omelette for breakfast. 😀
Michael514
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Happiness is having your health as well as a healthy family.
milagros317
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Knox The Hatter
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Happiness was:
1) a cup of Marino's Italian Ice. Chocolate. Buying it off the Mister Softee truck, whose loop tape of a vibraphone melody could literally be heard on the other side of the Throgs Neck Bridge, for only a quarter. Taking the wooden spoon and flipping the ice over, to get at the frozen chocolate syrup that clung to the bottom. The kids in my old neighborhood used to call it "chocolate covered ants".
2) plotting to tickle the girls on my block. And the ones around the block as well.
3) the Mets pulling one out in the late innings, back when the Mets were a real, honest to goodness baseball team, and not just a bunch of overpaid, poor fielding, sartorially ridiculous bimbos.
4) walking home from school, on a nice, sunny afternoon, rather than take the bus. Either with my friends, or alone, where I could be with my thoughts. A very nice memory.
5) besting my sister at anything, in the realm of competition.
6) the odd situation of becoming friends with this girl, who was the biggest, fattest, meanest girl in the third and fourth grades. She used to beat me up. By the ninth grade, we had become good friends...and she had become, by far, the most beautiful girl in school, and oh, I had such a crush on her. We laughed so much about the third and fourth grades. I was so sorry we lost touch after I moved.
7) the smell of Italian things cooking in the apartment below us, on a hot summer afternoon. Garlic and basil and tomato and meat sauces, all the good stuff. The tenants weren't Italians, but man, could these people put together a meal.
8) my Schwinn Sting Ray. Off white banana seat...bright red metallic metal work. Baseball cards clothespinned in the rear spokes. Usually the likes of Horace Clarke, or Gene Michael, or other Yankee players who accounted for little more value than being used in the spokes of bicycles.
9) the not-so-attractive woman across the street who used to undress in her bedroom window and do stripteases for all of us in the street. We used to make catcalls and scream profanities, since we thought it was all some kind of a joke. She'd do Olympic ice dance styles in the window, to the likes of Prokofiev. She got no respect...and since she paid the babysitters in the neighborhood dimes and nickels, her house used to get egged and shaving creamed on Halloween pretty badly. Buncha bastards we were.
10) Wacky Packages. You had to have been there for this. They were glossy, adhesive stickers, marketed by Topps, of satirical take-offs of various and sundry products you'd find in the supermarket aisle. My absolute favorite was 'Weakies, Breakfast of Chumps!' The pic on the box was of some infielder taking a line drive in the nuts. Back in the heyday, every kid bought tons of wax packs of Wacky Packages, and stuck them up all over school and parcel boxes and fire boxes in the neighborhood. Google it if you wanna check it out. A real time piece.
Wow.
By the way, happiness is seeing the smile on my wife's face. I find it absolutely sublime.
1) a cup of Marino's Italian Ice. Chocolate. Buying it off the Mister Softee truck, whose loop tape of a vibraphone melody could literally be heard on the other side of the Throgs Neck Bridge, for only a quarter. Taking the wooden spoon and flipping the ice over, to get at the frozen chocolate syrup that clung to the bottom. The kids in my old neighborhood used to call it "chocolate covered ants".
2) plotting to tickle the girls on my block. And the ones around the block as well.
3) the Mets pulling one out in the late innings, back when the Mets were a real, honest to goodness baseball team, and not just a bunch of overpaid, poor fielding, sartorially ridiculous bimbos.
4) walking home from school, on a nice, sunny afternoon, rather than take the bus. Either with my friends, or alone, where I could be with my thoughts. A very nice memory.
5) besting my sister at anything, in the realm of competition.
6) the odd situation of becoming friends with this girl, who was the biggest, fattest, meanest girl in the third and fourth grades. She used to beat me up. By the ninth grade, we had become good friends...and she had become, by far, the most beautiful girl in school, and oh, I had such a crush on her. We laughed so much about the third and fourth grades. I was so sorry we lost touch after I moved.
7) the smell of Italian things cooking in the apartment below us, on a hot summer afternoon. Garlic and basil and tomato and meat sauces, all the good stuff. The tenants weren't Italians, but man, could these people put together a meal.
8) my Schwinn Sting Ray. Off white banana seat...bright red metallic metal work. Baseball cards clothespinned in the rear spokes. Usually the likes of Horace Clarke, or Gene Michael, or other Yankee players who accounted for little more value than being used in the spokes of bicycles.
9) the not-so-attractive woman across the street who used to undress in her bedroom window and do stripteases for all of us in the street. We used to make catcalls and scream profanities, since we thought it was all some kind of a joke. She'd do Olympic ice dance styles in the window, to the likes of Prokofiev. She got no respect...and since she paid the babysitters in the neighborhood dimes and nickels, her house used to get egged and shaving creamed on Halloween pretty badly. Buncha bastards we were.
10) Wacky Packages. You had to have been there for this. They were glossy, adhesive stickers, marketed by Topps, of satirical take-offs of various and sundry products you'd find in the supermarket aisle. My absolute favorite was 'Weakies, Breakfast of Chumps!' The pic on the box was of some infielder taking a line drive in the nuts. Back in the heyday, every kid bought tons of wax packs of Wacky Packages, and stuck them up all over school and parcel boxes and fire boxes in the neighborhood. Google it if you wanna check it out. A real time piece.
Wow.
By the way, happiness is seeing the smile on my wife's face. I find it absolutely sublime.
milagros317
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Happiness is seeing Mistress Zara often. 😀
milagros317
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Happiness is not having to shovel any snow. 😀
kurchatovium
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Happiness is a widdle baby bunny. 
milagros317
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Happiness is a good night's sleep. 😀
milagros317
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Happiness is enjoying a great meal. 😀
kurchatovium
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Happiness is getting tickle probed by lk70. 😀 😛
slacker2114
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Happiness is having bragging rights for next year's football season. (GO STEELERS!!!)
slacker2114
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Happiness is knowing there are so many people out there who are jealous of your team's Super Bowl victory 
slacker2114
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Happiness is reveling in your delusions 😀
milagros317
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Happiness is eating ice cream on a warm summer day. 😀
