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He was almost young enough to be my son in this photo. He joined the army to pay for his college education because there was no money in the family. They sent him down South — Biloxi, I think? — to learn the soldier stuff. It was weird being a Jew in the South. [...]
Just re-posted an old story from my old blog. It’s my favorite. Check it out: http://popular1.com/rachelarieff/stories/i-blame-music/ If you’ve already read it, I plan to have something else up later today.
He used to do this all the time: break into song, from out of nowhere. A spontaneous injection of happy-go-lucky showtunes to spice up any dull moment. I was trying to get a marathon going here, but he was kind of tired and petered out after a few minutes. I would give my pinky finger to [...] Every day I wake up with a hole in my heart. Maybe ”hole” isn’t the word for it. It feels as if half my heart’s been ripped out. Yet the void inside my heart aches, like they say an arm or a leg still “aches” even after it’s been amputated. Phantom limbs. Phantom pains. The first thing I [...] My Uncle Bobby was the worst driver in the world. I am not exaggerating. He was THE WORST. And if you try to tell me, “Oh, don’t be so mean; your poor uncle couldn’t have been the worst driver in the world”, well, then you’re just insulting his memory. And how dare you insult the deceased. [...] Uncle Bobby: Lawyer, Peacemaker, Bon Vivant. 1933-2009. Estoy en tránsito a EE.UU para el funeral y no tengo tiempo para escribir personalmente a todos los que han dejado mails y comentarios sobre la pérdida de mi tío, por eso quiero deciros a todos que lo aprecio mucho, y me habéis ayudado mucho durante este tiempo [...] My Uncle Bobby passed away this morning. I wrote a blog about him last month because I was lucky enough to be able to visit him for the first time in two years. I wrote about what a happy, childlike, generous person he was, and how he created happiness wherever he went. He and I were [...] For Bobby.
As I mentioned in my last post, I had to catch a plane hours after the AK show and hightail it to Milwaukee on no sleep. I had three days to enjoy the beer, the brats, the kooky family, the overflowing cups of coffee and overly friendly waitstaff. Yep, that’s right: THREE whopping days! That’s a [...] |
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