Aug 13, 2009
Summer Rain
Loverboy overheard blackberry-bragging to his Ladylove, Well I can’t stand here much longer. Ya’ll know what happens to Brown Sugar in the rain. Kiki says,Butter couldn't melt in that man's mouth.
Aug 13, 2009
A Small Quaint Affair
Kudos to the folks with their pint-sized umbrellas pulled from back pockets, packs and purses. Let’s face it. An urban umbrella should be a small quaint affair. Like an umbrella plucked from a Tiki Lounge Mai Tai. What a glorious feeling to move among pedestrians whose umbrellas lift and dip to allow a crowd to […]
Aug 4, 2009
Do the Tussle
Never seen a sign in a window advertising Wanted Surly Waitress But years ago, that was my number one career goal. Well, number two, if I count starring in a Sundance Award-Winning Film as number one. Or maybe number three if I could have earned while lounging peignoir-clad in bed all day reading Colette. My waitress […]
Aug 1, 2009
Beat It
If there’s a felon on the run, I wanna know NYPD is going on a manhunt. Not going on www.manhunt.com. That NYPD is putting perps on the book, throwing ‘em in the pokey. Not giving ‘em a poke on FaceBook. That they are tough on crime. Not tough on-line. Golly, what’s this cop up to? Brooklyn […]
Jul 29, 2009
Ban the Sleeve
Used to be a person used his own damn sleeve. To wipe a nose, rub schmutz off some kid’s cheek, handle something too hot to. As for the paper cup, it didn’t need its own sleeve. Still doesn’t. If cups could scoff, they’d scoff at the sleeve. Heck, they’d snort. If cups needed sleeves it’d […]
Jul 28, 2009
Dolls
Confession One I’ve never seen Valley of the Dolls. Until last night. Confession TwoI wept. Now I don’t usually weep in the dark before a screen unless Ralph Fiennes is projected on it. On a recent long haul flight I watched The English Patient. Twice. Back to back. Weeping, I actually lost water weight. Ralph brooding […]
Jul 22, 2009
Great to B Back
What goes around comes around. That’s what people say. But do people know what they mean? Seems they mean the law of karma. Some guy made off with 50 billion and when he’s wearing numbered jammies and eating slop off a cafeteria tray, people grin and say, What goes around comes around. Folks are pleased […]
Jul 18, 2009
Down The Rabbit Hole
Patchin Place Post Office on West Tenth is a block from Patchin Place cul-de-sac, formerly Bohemia central and home to literary curios e.e cummings and Djuna Barnes. P.P.p.o. is usually a breeze-through but last visit I joined a long line rendered nearly unendurable by the unsavory customer queued just in front. Now I’m post-office-patient. I honed […]
Jul 15, 2009
Shopping for Dollars
It’s my fault. I told a friend we’d meet in the Sunglass Department at Century 21. She was late. That’s her fault. I pass the time trying on discounted designer frames. Slipping high-end handbags over my shoulder. Totally my fault. Century 21 – where you look for stuff you don’t need until you just can’t […]
Jul 13, 2009
Hot Potato
Hot Potato is a kiddie game played at birthday parties, back when kids were happy tossing a tuber. Younguns sit in a circle and quickly pass an object along. When Mom stops the record player, whoever’s left holding the potato is “out". The last kid, empty-handed, “wins”. At Pastis, no one wins. I entered a […]
