July 7, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my dog, JoJo. In fact, the entire blog will be about JoJo. You see, I had to say goodbye to JoJo yesterday. It’s a bummer, but I had to put JoJo down. He had bad hips that kept coming out. He was in a lot of pain. He was a tough little thing though. The guy had a bad heart, one kidney, two teeth and half an eye. He was totally blind in one eye and half blind in the other. He was pretty amazing though. I got him on my 50th birthday, thanks to my family. The little guy never left my side for 15 years. In fact, he would sleep under my wheelchair most of the time. He wasn’t really a service dog because he wasn’t trained to be a service dog. But he knew when I was about to have a big seizure. He would give off the high pitched bark and run and get my aide or my mother. One time I remember very clearly he saved my life. He jumped up on me and started barking. I was like, what the hell are you barking at ~ and the next thing you know, I was in the hospital. I barely averted death, but he saved me. My daughter when she was really young said it best, It was about my mother whom she called Nana. After mom had passed, we were all having dinner out on the porch. My daughter said, “It’s lonely out here without Nana.” It’s kind of like that for me now. It’s so lonely without JoJo. It’s funny how a dog can make his presence so strong. I’ll tell you one thing, I miss him more than any of my ex-wives.

Anyway, that’s about it for now. Long live JoJo!

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. The watercolor above was done by my daughter and my mother when my daughter was little. The photos were done by my friend Geraldine, just before JoJo passed.

July 2, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

Man, presently, I’m feeling very strange. You see, it’s super hot here, and when it’s hot it produces a low pressure system. Now, a low pressure system really affects me. So even though I’m in A/C, the heat really gets to me. Oh well. Peaks and valleys - right? Let’s pray for a high pressure system soon.

Hey! It’s gonna be 4th of July pretty soon. I’m gonna kind of break the rule and not talk about the present anymore, but talk about the past. You see, the 4th of July brings on the memory of fireworks, and I have a few good stories about fireworks. Remember, I’ve always been a young man at heart, and young men do foolish things like blow s….t up.

I’m pretty sure I told you this before, but I always had parties in my apartment, rather townhouse, in college. My neighbor hated me. He used to always call the police on me. At one party, my friend Wayne got really pissed off that my neighbor called the police. He went to the closet, pulled out a part of the vacuum cleaner (a tube) and luckily I happened to have a large rocket for the 4th of July. Well, we put the rocket into the vacuum cleaner tube and fired it at my neighbor. The guy screamed, jumped into some bushes and the rocket went into the guy’s house. All we saw was the windows light up: red, blue, white, yellow. We’re lucky we didn’t set the house on fire or kill the guy. Or both.

Another time was amazing. We were on the ferry boat in Sydney. We left the port and just went under the Sydney harbor bridge. Now it was Australia Day and Japan had given Australia the present of some amazing fireworks. The captain of the boat came over the speaker and said, “We’ll never see anything like this again.” He stopped the boat and we watched the most amazing fireworks come off the Sydney Harbor Bridge and the Opera House. We were right there. It was amazing. I’ll never see anything like that again. That’s for sure.

I’ve had lots of firework stories but one, (sorry Brad, if you’re reading this), one story has to do with myself and my young cousin, who used to follow me everywhere. Now, me and my other cousins were on a farm blowing s—t up. We were using M-80’s, which are basically a quarter of stick of dynamite. Well, we decided to put an M-80 in a fresh pile of cow s—t. We told our little cousin to watch and make sure it didn’t go out. We then ran behind a tree. We heard him saying, “It’s still going…It’s still going…It’s still going…” And then BANG. There was silence and then a big cry. The poor kid was covered in smoking cow s—t. Kids are so charming, right?

Actually I’ll tell one more. It was pretty cool. I left New York on an evening flight on the 4th of July. I was heading toward L.A. I had a window seat. It was awesome. I saw fireworks from New York all the way to L.A. You know, because of the time delay. It was cool.

Now the fireworks I see are awesome because, remember, I see double in one eye and one tilted at 45 degrees. Both eyes move erratically, up and down and side to side. It makes fireworks look pretty amazing. Some people pay good money to see things this way. I’m gonna include a few pictures of how I see now.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. I went with my sister and a group of my friends to my Dad’s show in New York. Craig Star Gallery, 5 East 73rd. You should go check it out. I’ll include some photos in the next blog. My sister did a great job.

June 17, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

This weekend is Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day, all you fathers! Above is a picture of my daughter and me and then, me and my Dad.

I’m kind of on the fence about Father’s Day. On the one hand, you have me. I’ll forever be a father, but I was robbed of being a Dad. Robbed by a kidnapper who took my kid to Texas. Mind you, I couldn’t do much because I was in the intensive care unit. Hey, this sounds like a bad country song. On the other hand, I had an amazing Dad. He was an artist, a California Cowboy (ranch hand), in the army, and a star football player for USC. He was also an activist and an environmentalist. Pretty cool guy. Any values as an artist, I got from him. He was my mentor. I always think about him when I’m composing an image.

Actually, I always think about my daughter every day. I guess that’s what makes me ever a father.

Going back to my dad, it was pretty cool. I always had a special day with Dad. It was just Dad and me on Sunday. Good one on one time. I still remember well. I was allowed to do anything I wanted with Dad. All I wanted to do was go to Hooters. Nah, actually, there were no themed restaurants back then. No Dave & Busters. No Chucky Cheese. No Hooters. The only thing they really had was McDonalds. But all I wanted to do was go to Central Park and climb rocks. Inexpensive kid, right? I guess I should have been a rock climber. I think it’s good for young parents to know that their kid should spend quality time with their father. I mean, I still remember it and that’s pretty good for someone like me.

Anyway, Happy Father’s Day to all you Dads.

Love and miss you guys. And I was just kidding about all the Hooters things. Don’t take your kid to Hooters. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

June 10, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

You know, when you’re like I am, messed up, you gotta give yourself a sense of purpose. My thing now is getting better sidewalks for people like the handicapped, the elderly, everyone. Now, I live right on Route 9D in Cold Spring New York. I play piano and watch endless streams of people go by on a bad sidewalk. Then, to top it off, at the end of my street there is no sidewalk so people wind up walking on the road. Now I may sound like an old fart looking out the window, but I really strongly believe someone’s gonna get hurt. I see it every day all the time. I don’t think any officials in the DOT realize how important it is to have good sidewalks. Someone like me, you know, someone in a wheelchair has a hard time navigating what’s there. What’s there is just blacktop over a footpath. It’s tough and I was athletic, Im used to a challenge, but this is crazy. I mean, just today I was going to the store to get food and I almost went into oncoming traffic. So I guess this is gonna be my sense of purpose. I’m gonna make sure we get good sidewalks for everyone. There’s also more and more people showing up in our community. My town is becoming an outskirt of NYC. I guess you call that progress.

That’s all for now. I’m gonna get off my soapbox. I’m kind of irritated if you can’t tell. Anyway, give a shoutout to the DOT. We’re in Section 8 - which I think is kind of ironic because Section 8 means a crazy person in the army.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

May 20, 2026

Hi and welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

I presently want to welcome my friend home. She is back from a long trip to England and Scotland. England… That reminds me of rain, for some reason. Above is a shot I drew of me in London. Although she said she had good weather. Anyway, welcome back to my friend. She’s the one that types this blog for me. I’m not gonna blog much more because it’s way too hot out here and heat affects me. Heat produces a low pressure system and that really affects my brain. So, cheerio to all of you! Love and miss you. Love, B. Nice