I drafted this story days before we got the sad news that my cousin Eric Bercovici died in Hawaii on February 9. His memory is a blessing. I’m from a small family and have always felt close to my aunts and uncles. Now save for my aunt Babs who lives in Florida and I see far too seldom, like my parents they are all gone. My parents were each the middle child of three, and both had strong bonds with their siblings and stayed close despite geography, and sometimes politics. But...
On these cold winter days it’s nice to think about summer sunsets in Menemsha. But first let me tell you a joke. A police car was cruising down the highway when the cop saw the passenger door of the car ahead of him suddenly fly open and a woman come tumbling out. The cop stopped to help the woman, who miraculously was unhurt, and then they sped ahead to catch up with her husband. When the cop pulled him over the husband hadn’t even realized what happened. “What a...
The cultural offerings in this town are amazing and seem to be endless – theatre, film, concerts, art exhibits, lectures, and my own guilty pleasure, literary discussions. One place I can usually count on for a literary fix is the Columbia University Club on W 43 St. In addition to a great restaurant, a well-stocked bar, and a well-stocked library to boot, the Club presents lectures, readings, theatre outings and even a monthly book discussion group. So I was delighted to...
We both grew up in classical music-loving families, and still keep our radio set to WQXR, though admittedly we seldom go to classical concerts or opera. And as children of the 50s we love rock & roll, and doo wop and folk and country, and of course the Beatles and the Stones and the Dead, and the whole rockin’ and soulful soundtrack of our generation. Our son follows the jam band Phish and we love their sound too. But though we enjoy all that music, we don’t...
FLU SEASON, Apt 16A, 3:00 am HE (coughing violently, wakes spouse) “My throat is killing me. I think I need some warm milk and honey.” SHE (sleepily) “Oh you poor boy. I’ll go fix it.” She gets out of bed, puts on her bathrobe and slippers and trudges off to the kitchen. TWO WEEKS LATER, Apt 16A, 3:00 am SHE (coughing violently, wakes spouse) “I guess I’ve caught your flu. My throat is killing me. I think I need some warm milk...
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