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”
Tag: Helen
Bad Movies Part I
I mentioned in a previous post how we used to share weekly date nights with my sister Helen and her husband Tom before the birth of their first child. One weekend we decided to catch a new movie called Krull, a stinker fantasy film from 1983. It was opening weekend as I recall, and we … Continue reading “Bad Movies Part I”
Knishes and Camels and Rain, Oh My!
PART I Recently my family scheduled a quarterly birthday party, and I took some time off from work to attend. My immediate family lives in the greater New York City area, although scattered far and wide. Apart from my 12 hour distance, most are 2 or 3 hours distant from each other. Thus, we try … Continue reading “Knishes and Camels and Rain, Oh My!”
Bee Goooood
We owned a two-family house with my sister Helen. It was built in 1900 or so, and so we always seemed to have something that needed fixing or improving. One Spring weekend we arranged to have new windows installed, so the workmen showed up bright and early and started pulling the existing windows out. They … Continue reading “Bee Goooood”
Chocolate Town
One weekend when we were living in Monroe, Mary and Helen and Tom and I piled into the car and drove to Hershey Park in Pennsylvania. The drive itself took around 4 hours, at which point we stopped for something to eat. Tom got a donut which was stolen from him by a bumblebee. (The … Continue reading “Chocolate Town”