I'm not sure when, exactly, but my car's service light came on. Yellow, unblinking, it budged in front of everything else jockeying for my brain's space, and cleared its throat. I wonder how long it had been waiting for me to notice. "Maintenance required," it warned me in a low voice. Or, more accurately: MAINTREQ'D "Shhhhh," I replied, "I'm very busy. And I don't want…
"What did you say?" asked the five-year old boy alertly, addressing his wife and child. "They're going to burn down the school tomorrow? Let me take care of this." With that, he strode to the other side of the block center, picked up the Fisher Price telephone, and dialed the fire station. "Hello? Chief? Yes, Chief? They're going to burn down the school...No, no, I…
On a recent visit to Iron Hill, I found myself lost in thought, engaged in a favorite pastime: people watching. From my vantage point, I watched my favorite first-born serve his customers (I have a favorite second-born, see); I also watched the ones he served. One couple got nachos, another the tuna tataki, and still another the French onion soup and salad. I liked smelling…
When I go to Bally's nowadays, I half expect my better half to trot up alongside me as I circle the walking track. I can see his expectant smile as he finds me, and hear his chatting as he reports in about work, his stringers and headers, his horses and rises, his splinters and calluses. Conversations about nothing out of the ordinary. Questions about what's…
My amaryllis bulb opened further last night. This is year two for that flower, I'll have you know. Ha! And Jack always said I bring plants home to die. Not this time! When I went to open the blinds just now, there it was - unfolded nearly as open as it is going to get and with an extra blossom I don't remember from last…
There's ice every where I look today, but it wasn't always that way. As a matter of fact, just yesterday I woke to palm trees and sunshine. For two weeks now, I've sought air conditioning and shorts while my neighbors back home bundled to the teeth and dug for hours in repeated deposits of deep, heavy snow. While I was floating with my niece in…
The thing about digging out of a foot of snow is that you can't do it fast. No, you've lived long enough to know that some things take time, and this job is one of them. So you get your shovel and salt, as I did after a recent snowfall, and you get dressed in your warmest layers and sturdiest boots, so that you feel…
Recently I went to a superstore to replenish my stock of rock salt. They always carry everything - including the kitchen sink - but not this time. Here it is January, in the far, frozen north, with snowplows on the prowl, and aching backs everywhere you turn -and they were out of rock salt. On the bright side, they did have all the grass seed…
The township trucks rattle past my kitchen window these days, hauling last month's Christmas trees. There are displays of Slim-Fast at the front of every grocery store, while candy hearts wait their turn a few aisles in. It must be a new year. Time to go around the track again. I last checked in six weeks ago, on December 1st, when I reached the end…
Well, as it has been said, all good things must come to an end. This afternoon I head to Philly after five days of being totally spoiled at my friend’s house here in Florida. Of course, I will be glad to get home – there’s no place like home — but I will miss the lavish hospitality. I have grown accustomed to the way the…