My six wishes for 2016

Strolling on the beach at Coney Island recently, I stumbled over a glowing lamp, and guess who appeared? Yep, a Brooklyn genie.

“Yo, watch where you’re walking, pal!” the genie grumbled. “What are you doing on the beach anyway? It’s winter!”

“But it’s 60 degrees!” I replied.

“Good point,” said the genie. “For freeing me from that lamp, I grant you three wishes for 2016.”

“Just three — are you kidding?” I replied. “How about six?”

“Hey, don’t get greedy. OK, six. But one more word, and you get zilch.”

So I gave him my wishes:

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