Monday Musings

MOST EVERYONE who lives in New York City has a "Moving In Story." This is mine. Memorial Day 1976.

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Then whammo – you wake up one day and someone has handed you a Medicare Card – with YOUR name on it. Not you parents’. Not your boss’s. YOUR name. And where are you? You are rounding Second heading for third. And what is going on? Memories, folks. Memories that you didn’t even know you had.

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But Peggy, Betty, and Marylou cherished me unconditionally. From them I learned how to feel love, because I was loved. They taught me there are two kinds of mothers – the one you are born to and the ones that choose you. The ones who love the wayward travelers. I bet you’ve chosen a few yourself, right? Good for you – AND them.

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I didn’t know how young my parents were. I didn’t know how little they knew because they were so young. I didn’t know that they were winging it. I didn’t know that they didn’t have a plan or a treasure chest of facts and knowledge and certainty. I didn’t know that every day they woke up in a house with five kids all going in different directions.

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... if we humans can go to all this length to consume a thorny clubbed vegetable that tastes like nothing ... and if there are actual farmers who get paid to grow these plants, and in turn, people who will pay to eat them – how is it that world peace eludes us?

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Highschool. We had no idea or vision of the future, and the thought of being 70 or so and looking back was not on our agenda. Being there in the parking lot, leaning against one car or another, no one smoking or drinking, sharing gossip and the tiny markers in our lives that seemed enormous, with the peepers as our background music, that was a place we felt safe and hopeful. You bet we dawdled.

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Having seen Marilyn Maye many, many times for over a decade I know in advance there will be at least one point where she will leave me face down sobbing in my soup (should there be any around).  That is because she has reached into me and touched my poor, poor heart.  I know this and I look forward to it.  Maye reminds me that I am alive and there is a lot of living to do.  Sobbing in my soup is small price to pay.

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As a public service I am offering is a sure fired remedy for Writers Block. Here it is. Stand on your head until the words fall out onto the floor.

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And not for nothin’ but my dad was the guy who showed up when I dislocated my knee, sprained my ankle, sliced my hand open on a broken jar, fractured my wrist – and oh year, cracked up more than one car. He was the guy who knew exactly what to do when I was in a pickle – which happened more than once.

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Wouldn’t get too comfortable on that bar stool if I was you pal – another round is not a good idea.

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