Some people have been prolific in their interactions with celebrities, meeting all manner of stars from stage and screen and stadium. I am not one of those people. I bring this up because, lately, a “thing” has been circulating on Facebook where you list ten celebrities and people have to pick the one from the … Continue reading “My Brushes With Celebrity”
Category: Bronx
Oops
I have my share of scars, some medical and some accidental. One of my first scars was borne of a foolish childhood accident. We were playing tag or some such that involved running. I ducked between a person and a car and my cheek struck the rigid car antenna sticking up from the front fender. … Continue reading “Oops”
If At First You Don’t Succeed
Today’s high temperature was in the high 80s/low 90s, so naturally my thoughts turn to snow. One of the homes we had in the Bronx was a two-story four-unit rental on 226th Street, situated next to the rectory of the parish where we grew up. Behind the to buildings were small yards, with a pathway … Continue reading “If At First You Don’t Succeed”
You Don’t Say
Funerals are hardly the place for laughter. Wakes, on the other hand, are. Most of the wakes I’ve attended have the initial “extending of condolences” followed by hanging out in the back with people you haven’t seen in years. And you chew the fat and bring up funny stories. Laughter follows, like a rainbow after … Continue reading “You Don’t Say”
The Last Enemy
Warning: The following post is presented without humor. Really. “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.” – J.K.Rowling, written on James and Lily Potter’s tombstone. I was first exposed to death at an early age. My great aunt Nelly had been in our lives forever, but her new husband George had not. When … Continue reading “The Last Enemy”