No less than the President of the United States proclaimed, “Shaken, not stirred, will get you cold water with a dash of gin and dry vermouth. The reason you stir it with a special spoon is so not to chip the ice. James is ordering a weak martini and being snooty about it.”
I was changed but not completely. She was the one in ten. She was no longer just a running partner, she was my best friend.
Not only did I not get a date with Lucy Liu the prompt took me, to quote Sir McCartney, on a “long and winding road.”
Not only did I not get a date with Lucy Liu the prompt took me, to quote Sir McCartney, on a “long and winding road.”
It was that spiritual sports time when I could enjoy the ball park sacraments of dog and brew and listen to the players’ chatter accompanied by the stadium music of the pop of the glove and the crack of the bat
On a winter night in the 1970’s, Ross Alley was a dark, dank place pocked with ruts and potholes filled with rainwater that reflected the few dim lights in its close confines. Here the bustle of Chinatown was muted
When it was my turn I dropped Frank Sinatra. “YOU SAW FRANK SINATRA?” Even the millenials were impressed.
After years of war it was as if the people were taking a long needed break; a relaxing, leisurely exhale. For the time being the business of getting back to business could wait.
We sat on the couch together as we have for 38 years and it dawned on me that Cora and Nana have become inextricably tied. And I recognized that this was a good thing.
There is pain. And then there is pain. It’s the pain that cleaves your heart and makes you feel as if you’re tumbling into a chasm with no end. It’s the pain that exhausts you to sleep.
The Life in My Years 