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Month: June 2017

ONE LONG ISLAND, TWO LONG ISLANDS, THREE LONG ISLAND, FOUR!

ONE LONG ISLAND, TWO LONG ISLANDS, THREE LONG ISLAND, FOUR!

There’s a singer, known world-wide. He’s been around for many, many years. I never liked any of his music but lots of people did, probably still do. I mean it was OK music but I’d never buy any of it. I had a girlfriend. She was single, never been married but she told me she was in love…..with a singer! Ya well, I was in love with Elvis too, so what? No, she was serious. She saw him twice a…

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IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER

IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER

I envy people who have heart pain because their father’s have died. That may sound strange, but to me if you hurt from the loss, then you’ve had a love I know nothing about. I read all the things people write on facebook to their dad’s alive and dead and wonder what it would feel like to have those feelings. Recently it was Father’s Day and there were so many tributes to dads. Again, I wondered. I don’t usually allow…

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LEMONADE LAPTOP

LEMONADE LAPTOP

I’m careful with my computers. I’m always careful…..forever, well not really forever but for a long time. I’ve sipped coffee in the morning while catching up with E-Mails, cold drinks during the afternoon while writing and even a glass of wine now and then in the evening with facebook but hey, I’m careful. 
 So what the heck happened the day I reached over my lemonade for something and the glass decided to tip over………smack into my laptop keyboard? 
My…

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OPENING DAY AT THE AIRPORT OR…WHY I DON’T FLY!

OPENING DAY AT THE AIRPORT OR…WHY I DON’T FLY!

This is a true story. After you read it, you’ll believe it was true because it was just too stupid to make up. And that’s the truth! The first time I ever flew anywhere on a plane was Christmas break, my senior year of high-school. I flew to New York, NOT on a jet. I don’t think jets existed then. And, that’s a disgusting thought! It was an exhilarating experience. That was back when people dressed their best to travel…

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HIDE MY LEGS

HIDE MY LEGS

This story is dedicated to Julie and Melissa The last three words my mom always said to me just before I wheeled her out of her little apartment in the assisted living wing where she lived was, “hide my legs.” And one last time, I’d double-check to make sure that the pale pink and green striped lap-blanket was covering her legs completely. Only the tips of her shoes could be seen, that was our deal. My mom was overweight but…

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