Year Two
It may be hard for you to believe but I’ve been giving you pearls for a year now. Yesterday was my blog’s birthday. I was going to write another anniversary piece but there’s a bit of a disagreement between the Brits and Yanks regarding the first. We have paper and they have cotton, with the second being the converse. I’m going to sync up with Madonna and Gwyneth to see if we can get this thing straightened out.
I received a lot of good comments about my last piece, both on the blog and via email and phone, which I appreciate. I also had a record day on Tuesday, with 76 hits, including a bunch from The Bronx. I gotta figure out who that is. 4M and his family got out of there in the 60’s so I don’t know anybody in The Bronx. When my bud TCG checks in, his hits come from Plano, TX and he lives in my town, so The Bronx hits are probably misleading. All I know I know is they are coming from optonline.net. You may say, “What the hell is optonline.net?”, but they are a major competitor or twocansandastringdotcom.
From The Bronx, we’ll head off to Jersey, which my dad, the nomadic octogenarian, just did Monday. He gave up a cheap rent-controlled apartment in SF for the good life in NJ. His wife has relatives back east, so I partially understand his wanderlust. Otherwise I might have to ask him to give it to me straight and say, “Listen Papa Doc, if you don’t want to hang with me, just say so”. Papa Doc, after the late Haitian dictator, is one of those affectionate nicknames he’s acquired over the years. That and El Viejo are his favorites. Or at least mine.
After my last SF visit with him, I reminisced a bit with my brother about our idyllic childhood. There was the time when bro was about six and I was four. We were taking a shower with Papa Doc and we had squirt guns. We decided to take aim at a strategic body part. We scored some direct hits before we were discouraged from continuing our mission. I suppose you could say it was a watershed event. Even as kids, we were goal oriented. Then there was the time when my dear brother encouraged me to stand on the stairway and kick a conveniently placed table lamp between the banister spindles. We negotiated a bit. I asked for a cost/benefit analysis but it was not forthcoming. I decided to move forward with the project anyway and quite a hullabaloo ensued. After I explained to my dad why I did it, I got the benefit of seeing my brother pay the cost.
Many years later, I became a standard mid-70s teen, with long, straggly hair. My dad would have preferred I continue going to the barbershop with him, but the Italian brothers who owned the place probably would have buzzed my beautiful locks. So he tolerated my hairstyle until I decided to try a ponytail. I came down the stairs with a rubber band in my hair. As soon as he saw that he turned a couple shades of red and grunted something that made me fling that rubber band with all due haste. Ah, good times.
Now over to the celebrity desk. I haven’t been following People, US, etc. as much as I should but I did catch the news that Angelina Jolie is planning to adopt a Vietnamese child. Apparently her publicist did not get my email. I told him she should go for a continental trifecta and get a kid from Latin America. It looks like Madonna is going to have to play catch up. Maybe she can get a set of twins for her birthday.
I received a lot of good comments about my last piece, both on the blog and via email and phone, which I appreciate. I also had a record day on Tuesday, with 76 hits, including a bunch from The Bronx. I gotta figure out who that is. 4M and his family got out of there in the 60’s so I don’t know anybody in The Bronx. When my bud TCG checks in, his hits come from Plano, TX and he lives in my town, so The Bronx hits are probably misleading. All I know I know is they are coming from optonline.net. You may say, “What the hell is optonline.net?”, but they are a major competitor or twocansandastringdotcom.
From The Bronx, we’ll head off to Jersey, which my dad, the nomadic octogenarian, just did Monday. He gave up a cheap rent-controlled apartment in SF for the good life in NJ. His wife has relatives back east, so I partially understand his wanderlust. Otherwise I might have to ask him to give it to me straight and say, “Listen Papa Doc, if you don’t want to hang with me, just say so”. Papa Doc, after the late Haitian dictator, is one of those affectionate nicknames he’s acquired over the years. That and El Viejo are his favorites. Or at least mine.
After my last SF visit with him, I reminisced a bit with my brother about our idyllic childhood. There was the time when bro was about six and I was four. We were taking a shower with Papa Doc and we had squirt guns. We decided to take aim at a strategic body part. We scored some direct hits before we were discouraged from continuing our mission. I suppose you could say it was a watershed event. Even as kids, we were goal oriented. Then there was the time when my dear brother encouraged me to stand on the stairway and kick a conveniently placed table lamp between the banister spindles. We negotiated a bit. I asked for a cost/benefit analysis but it was not forthcoming. I decided to move forward with the project anyway and quite a hullabaloo ensued. After I explained to my dad why I did it, I got the benefit of seeing my brother pay the cost.
Many years later, I became a standard mid-70s teen, with long, straggly hair. My dad would have preferred I continue going to the barbershop with him, but the Italian brothers who owned the place probably would have buzzed my beautiful locks. So he tolerated my hairstyle until I decided to try a ponytail. I came down the stairs with a rubber band in my hair. As soon as he saw that he turned a couple shades of red and grunted something that made me fling that rubber band with all due haste. Ah, good times.
Now over to the celebrity desk. I haven’t been following People, US, etc. as much as I should but I did catch the news that Angelina Jolie is planning to adopt a Vietnamese child. Apparently her publicist did not get my email. I told him she should go for a continental trifecta and get a kid from Latin America. It looks like Madonna is going to have to play catch up. Maybe she can get a set of twins for her birthday.
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