I’m glad to hear that the wonderful Italian crossover tenor Andrea Bocelli will be performing again at Madison Square Garden later this month. My friend Vivian and I are big fans and had tickets to hear him sing there several years ago. I remember that our seats were way up in that cavernous venue, and after the long climb we stopped to catch our breath before settling down to enjoy the concert. As we and his 20,000 other fans waited in anticipation for Bocelli to take the stage, Vivian...
Several years ago as November approached I fretted over the many regrets I’d gotten in the past to my Thanksgiving invitations. One of my cousins and his family usually celebrated with his in-laws; another often went to an out-of-town brother; my husband’s young relatives liked to make travel plans around their kids’ school vacations; some told me they don’t like to drive in holiday traffic; and others seemed to be perpetually committed elsewhere. So I decided to think...
Three years ago, soon after my friend Judy died, I wrote about her special grace and her amazing generosity of spirit. (See My Ducky Friend, June 3, 2015) Judy also had a wonderful artistic sensibility. She once gave me an unusual, hand-painted wind chime that had been crafted from an empty wine bottle. A cooper disk hung inside that was designed to hit the glass when the wind chime swayed in the breeze. But it was such a lovely thing and seemed so fragile that I decided to...
My loyal readers may remember that I spent happy childhood summers at my grandmother’s small hotel in the Catskills. (MY HEART REMEMBERS MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOTEL, Dec. 21, 2013, and HOTEL KITTENS, Oct 6, 2016) Here’s another hotel memory, though this one is bittersweet. Every summer for many years a busload of guests would come up from the city for a two-week stay. The arrival of these “special guests” was a much anticipated event, and I remember waiting on...
Standing on line to pay my lunch tab last week at the 2nd Ave Deli (relocated a few years ago to First Ave!), I overheard the following conversation at the take-out counter. Young Asian woman: “What soup do you have?” Old deli guy: “Split pea, lentil, mushroom & barley, chicken noodle, chicken & rice, vegetable, and kreplach.” Young Asian woman: “Kreplach?” Old deli guy: “Jewish dumpling.” Young Asian woman: “Ah, that sounds good, I’ll...
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