Your Son Made My Day Although I derived a great pleasure in teaching young boys the rules of baseball, being a Little League coach is a thankless job. Parents who were inept at the sport, or never played the game were the harshest critics. Spring Valley, NY Little League mandated that every player on a… Continue reading Your Son Made My Day
The Boys Recall Street Hockey
The Boys Recall Street Hockey The boys were at their usual table in the diner. Customer’s tables edged closer to hear the loud, humorous, heated exchanges between the men seated nearby. “The notches on that hockey puck were like blades. Once it went into my shin and nearly found bone.” “Football was worse. We had… Continue reading The Boys Recall Street Hockey
The Boys And A Stickball Game
The Boys And A Stickball Game Once again, the boys met in the diner. “All the neighbors were watching. It was on a Sunday late in June. We were in our summer school vacation when we played that unforgettable stickball game.” “It wasn’t June, it was July. I remember your mother walked on the field… Continue reading The Boys And A Stickball Game
The Boys Visit The Fitness Center
The Boys Visit The Fitness Center The aging process has caught up with the boys. By applying to the fitness center we thought we would reduce its soaring speed. Three flights of stairs brought them to my apartment. “What stinks here? It smells like an old subway toilet.” “Sheila likes my stuffed cabbage. I’m boiling… Continue reading The Boys Visit The Fitness Center
The Boys Visit The Old Neighborhood
The Boys Visit The Old Neighborhood The boys moved to Westchester County after they came of age and married in the Bronx. “Let’s go and see what our old neighborhood looks like after all these years.” “Who’s driving?” “I thought you said you were.” “No. I’m low on gas.” “You were always low on gas.… Continue reading The Boys Visit The Old Neighborhood
The Boys Meet At The Golf course
The Boys Meet At The Golf Course No more Stickball Games, no more Off-The Curb, no more Street Hockey. Grandfather Time has caught up with us. “Oy!. I could hardly schlep my clubs to the golf cart.” “You don’t listen. When I tell you to work out at the gym with me, you have a… Continue reading The Boys Meet At The Golf course
The Boys Meet in the Diner
The Boys Meet in the Diner Their conversation at their weekly visit to the diner could have made the Merck Manual a New York Times best seller. “I take so many pills that the bottom of my stomach resembles the keys of an old typewriter.” “And what about my pacemaker/defibrillator? My chest looks like a… Continue reading The Boys Meet in the Diner
Coaltown and Citation
Coaltown and Citation They were two very feeble and very old Orthodox Jews. Their nicotine-stained milk-white beards were topped by faded black derbies. Black velvet collars, sprinkled with dandruff ringed the necks of their heavy woolen overcoats. This was their dress uniform and only uniform as they emerged from their apartment building on Seabury Place.… Continue reading Coaltown and Citation
Our Classroom
Outside the store was a weather beaten, oak newsstand striving to stand upright. Upon opening the door, our sneakers stood upon a splintered floor whose area was approximately 9’ X 30’. Two telephone booths were at the far left end, and the counter was to the right. It was the neighborhood assembly area, the command… Continue reading Our Classroom
A Day At the Candy Store
A Day At the Candy Store She was very attractive. We didn’t know her name, all we knew was that she was divorced and left with a three-year-old son. She stepped into the candy store wearing a low-cut blouse and a skirt like a tourniquet, much to the delight of the owner, a holocaust survivor,… Continue reading A Day At the Candy Store