Enter if you so dare!
Now of the tin copper kettle man
and one followed by crows.
Why those crows are so scared of you and you too
they boo your presence
once or twice at the top of that
beyond the passage...
the passage way
Wuff!!! Wuff!!! Did I SCARE you?? Gotta have a little courage that's all! I tell you... there is absolutely nothing to be scared of!! Just follow me OK...(you big babies) Come on Toto and of course you too Tootoo! Come on fellas and ladies of the morning, noon and night! Right this way...watch your step don't rip now Right through this itsy bitsy passage way And right on up that hill Here all push you There you go!! Hooray!!! We made it!!
Now just remember to wear your BEST masks And be yourself for goodness sake If you dare? After all I do it all the time!!! Oh and behave yourself Because that's your key to happiness for the day And if you luck and you behave yourselves Remember that little coin pouch and rolled up little ball of tissues Grandmama Nana used to hid underneath that powder blue blanket of hers you know right next her pretty black rosary beads, well Grandmama Nana just might...
make it rain...… PENNIES FROM HEAVEN If you do... There is certainly enough to go around Cause Grandmama Nana She left a whole closet full of pennies For You and You and You And even Toto and Tootto Too Its true!
MORE ZOO KNEWS!!
Oh the Staten Island Zoo has grown in stature and substance immensely over the years. Have you ever been to the Staten Island Zoo? Well, if you care to remember, it was truly lovely back then and even more now! Alas, fellow members of my foresting flock...
oh so beautiful and amply exquisite outdoor attractions will embrace you wholeheartedly at the famed Staten Island Zoo!! Zoo knews!! who knew him?? you? Too?
Now the pretty and adorably cute Staten Island zoo of the new Millennia (I think Stephen would like that expression!!) includes but is certainly not limited to:
pretty and sturdy shy and sheepish sheep, loveable long tongued lamas, long horned gargoyle goats some with full beards, some with gloating goatees none with distinguishable and any visible signs of stash,
how much I knew
all you do
Just remember now...
this is not
just some ordinary
big bulky bellowing bull
(now trust me when I say...
for an answer
at feeding time
it is so very apparent
he is downright
so full of it!
(for that matter)
why the palm of you hand all so full of friendly faced...
(continued) (BACK TO LOTS OF BULL!)
is in for a sloppy and wet licking to be sure!! To be sure!! To be sure what? To be sure THAT BULL... would swallow you too if he could but he is WELL... too full... OF IT!! r Then There... in a pen... CHIMP CHIMP CHEREE CHEROO! (BACK TO THE ZOO NO BULL!)
Well, please allow me to share the following thoughts and observations...we can celebrate a person, and 'in particular" this very person we do celebrate today, my very dear friend, and oh so much loved brother, Stephen Michael Endress, not just by what he looks like: If we do that we might as well just stop here and say our goodbyes and all go home because he (Stephen) was simply:
VERY HANDSOMINGLY ATTRACTIVE
AND A HUNK OF A MAN
SO SWEET AND NICE
HE MADE OTHERS SEEMINGLY MELT RIGHT THERE
IN HIS FOREVER SO PRINCELY PRESENCE
WITH HIS SWEET CHARM
SO MUCH MORE
AND HIS OH SO LOVING
AND WHEN IN DOUBT
STEPHEN'S HUMOR WOULD WIN YOU OVER.
WITH SUCH EASE, SUCH PEACEFUL GRACE!
He (Stephen) was the type of person that when you first meet him and after a short time of simple chat and pleasantries with him.. you really truly felt you knew him…before…somewhere…or quite maybe for a very long time as well and that he (Stephen) knew you and of you and all about you as well!
One cannot measure someone as well just by one's words and/or deeds (even Stephen would remind you of that). Unselfish love and compassion however speaks volumes much louder and so it is easy for me to say without family bias this Stephen certainly transmitted and gave of himself wholeheartedly in those areas now didn't he.
Back then Stephen could be happily seen behind a neat transparent window in his cubicle busy behind his desk working on the Church's weekly bulletin or doing outreach calls to sick parishioner's - he was so good at that!
Stephen's apartment was a tiny but supremely neat and in order. Surely walking through that door on the fourth floor was like walking into a forest of plants (some big - some small) my their was hardly room for his beloved and treasured harpsichord which some how was squeezed in so sweetly and compactly in harmony, wonder and excitement.
Never say no!
It was hard for Stephen to limit discussing an idea and/or request by others with the simple word no. It was most definitely NOT his style to do that. In fact, at least in his interactions with me, I can't remember when he ever used that word. Now As the littlest of siblings in his family he taught me more about the word yes than no and I am much better for it.
Stephen's inability to say no was excessive in itself but I truly believe it naturally created limitations to his time and energy to look after his own needs, his own dreams, his own goals, his own happiness. Ironically it seemed the word NO covered all facets of his own being because he generally applied that word to himself like he felt he was some type of sacrificial lamb which he most certainly was not - he was loved, respected and cherished by many and I don't think Stephen liked that idea one bit.
A SMART WAY OF CARRYING HIMSELF… STEPHEN MICHAEL THE STYLIST!
So smart, so firm at times but sincere in directives, suggestions and purpose. In conversation, Stephen often brought you to the end of result first an/or what might be so that you could look at that end of the so called stick first and THEN tell you why he thinks it is a good idea fist before finally taking you through the parks and meadows of the entire synopsis in a much more leisurely way. After all, you already new where he was taking you - I enjoyed that style and grace of his.
Stephen let you know what he thought, the minute he thought it to get that out of the way. He let you know what bothered him about maybe what he might have felt you were doing wrong (or how you were handling something) or what you might be missing but when all was said and done.
Stephen would often look you in the eyes with the oh so Stephen look that melted you at times right there because you knew for sure he cared.
caring eyes chingle changle keys just Stephen and me! And with that assurance he would get up, pick up his large, chingly, changly large key set out of his white little coffee cup (the keys always overflowed and then some but fit perfectly with Stephen's style and grace) and then he would: announce
it is time to go for food and fun and I knew right then and there with that sly smile he tried to hide on his precious face - I was in also for one of his crazy walks to turn the final page of the conversation I just had with him. Yikes! (gulp!) a passage
to the night... So out in to the big city we went, into the night, the sounds of the city, the stars overhead, the HUGE star twinkling before you STEPHEN just ahead of me as always.
So sweet and quite humble STEPHEN lead the way into the night…Oops there he goes into his routine. A little imitation here and there OF A COUSIN OR TWO, he would THEN stop dead in his tracks…and look at you.. WITH EYES AGAIN - like he enjoyed carrying you with him in his life, on his back and in EVER SO CLOSE TO YOUR HEART. After all, it as STEPHEN'S way - his style and grace - it was so wonderful to be with this guy.
Oh Stephen In Wonderland So I say to you and you who loved this man as I, look at this man and his life in the reflections, of his friends and families eyes. Mention that magical world and watch, watch your eyes light up…he left us all something - somewhere in your past Stephen Michael touched you in such a way you would feel his genuine love and affection for you forever. He probably did that on purpose knowing him.
Stephen was always seemingly "lit" he had a glow about him an aura and then some, for he lit up a room softly and led the way with his trusty lantern, filled with much soul and wisdom through all of our hills and valleys, parks and meadows - for we were never alone once we met him and we never will be if you just take the time to chingle and changle the keys in that pretty white coffee cup for all of us - good work, fine play, don't say no, just let me say over and over and over again I love you - he hated that that's why when he meant it you knew he meant from his soul and touched your heart in return. Remember: to remember those precious eyes. Stephen loved you.
THE SIMPLE SEEDS
NEW YAK CITAE!!!
And the neighborhood he last called home in, centered around a beautiful ancient exquisite Church he lived in at work, at play at home each day for eighteen years. Yet the church was something that he was responsible for but not so important to him in symbolism and in the thick of things but it was the surrounding neighborhood that meant much, much more to THE STYLIST!
Stephen was surrounded... surrounded by the Lovely and World Famous Central Park (it has a zoo too!!), his beloved Lincoln Center adjoined to Alice Tully Hall where he his voice rang out and above all others on many occasions with the New York City Gay Men's Chorus and the his beloved and famed Stonewall Chorale.
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