MonTalk©
with Ingrid Lemme

Dream Quote of the Month: “Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.”
            ~ Ada Louise Huxtable

Dream Woman of the Month: Patti Leber

Dream Man of the Month: Fireman of the Year:   Micky Valcek

Dream Couple of the Month:   Christine and John McDonald

Dream Kid of the Month: Henry Uihlein Jr.

Dream Teen of the Month: Kathy Lee Hugo

Good Friends of the Month:  Ernie and Bert

Dream Book of the Month:  By Montauk fisherman Jeff Nichols,  Trainwreck: My Life as an Idoit. Touchstone. Jul. 2009. 256p. ISBN 978-1-4165-9916-6. pap. $15. MEMOIR If any of novelist Brett Easton Ellis’s infamous characters could pen a memoir, perhaps it would read much like this. Growing up an overprivileged Manhattanite, Nichols recounts a tale that smacks ofLess Than Zero woe. The drugs, the prostitutes, and the failed Wall Street job provide a glimpse into the life of a man struggling to overcome his dysfunction and do right in the world.

Dream Business of the Month: Mickey's Carting, Family Owned & Operated for 17 Years. Local businesses and homeowners have come to depend on the prompt and professional waste management service provided by Mickey's Carting Corporation. www.mickeyscarting.com  recycling of paper, cardboard, metal, and aluminum items are handled in accordance with local municipal and state gulations. Estimates are also gladly given, and corporate accounts are welcome.

Organization of the Month:  Our Montauk Fire Department

Dream Artist of the Month: Denise Greenwood – Loveless showing her sculptures May 23 -25th  at the Montauk Fine Arts Festival on the GREEN at booth 38 www.artofgreenwood.com

Website of the Month: www.montaukartshow.com

Save the Dates: May 23 -25th Montauk Fine Arts Festival on the GREEN!

Never forgotten: Percy Heath

Dear Friends,
I think I am dreaming; so many exciting things have been happening that I am almost certain it has something to do with my prayers from thirteen or forteen years ago. Farmer husband, country son and I had bought a farm in Arizona and after only a couple of months it became brutal hot reality that the organic nut plantation on the foothills of Chiracahua mountains were actually too peaceful for my busy mind. I had vacuumed an army of mini scorpions from under the one and only heater in the farmhouse and reached the frustration level of an angry javalina, the badly stinking native mountain pigs.

Boy, I was angry at the whole world; after all it was I reliving Green Acres. I dropped the homemaker tool and ran on my sexy red high heels out of the door into the yawning empty country dirt road adjoining the Marquez's watermelon field, and fell on my knees. I sobbed and banged with my feet on the hard, dusty ground until a hotter than hell breeze swept ugly flying tumbleweed right into my back.

I got up and stared with blurry eyes into these oh so wonderful Arizona Mountains. The early evening light had painted the layers of glacier freedom with orange and ocher light. I had never believed in prayers, but what does one has to lose, right? Please, God, get me out of here, I prayed, my hands folded with humility(!). God, I do not want to be a farm wife anymore, I hate tarantulas and I do not care that they are not poison. I do not like rattlesnakes and toads and most of all the dry, hot heat. They tell you in church that you are not supposed to pray for high-class things? Wrong, simply wrong, I am living proof. I prayed to God to not only beam me home to Montauk, no, I asked him to make me famous and rich, too, and I would not care how he would do it, just do it, fast, please before my face and décolletage would turn into a prune crater like map.

I do not really know what happened, I only remember that suddenly there was that unbelievable orange warm light and it flooded my whole body and went right into my soul. I understood instinctively that I was not driving the bus, never have been, I was sitting all along on the back seat, holding on to the most wonderful roller coaster there is on this planet, called life which brought me home to Montauk.

~ Love Ingrid  

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Ingrid's award-winning American Dream Show (filmed at Gurney's Inn in Montauk) is aired prime-time to 5 million households on Hamptons TV® and watched throughout New York, New Jersey and Westchester. Viewers world-wide are watching Hamptons TV and the American Dream Show in real-time by logging on to www.HamptonsTV.com. Hamptons TV® is broadcasting on UHF Channel 50, Cablevision 78, Verizon FiOS Channel 14 and on Time Warner's new Video On Demand Channel