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The Diner – Chapter 2
Reunion David was OK with her going to Brooklyn for the reunion, unfortunately he would not be able to attend with her since he was scheduled to give a seminar in Palm Springs that same weekend. “Its OK David, I am used to it. Its either an emergency at three in the morning, an emergency…
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The Diner – Chapter 1
1981 Brenda and Eddie The diner opened in the 1950’s and was owned and run by a family from Greece. The father was an honest man who wanted to open a restaurant so his family would always have something to eat. The diner had a name, “Patras” named after the city where the Drakos family…
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Wake Up! or Be Yourself!
Wake up! I shout but the sound only echoes within. We all fall prey to the traps of the rote response of living. We do not allow our reflexes to kick in, they are suppressed, we respond to life, love, happy, sad, angry, calm and acceptance as we have been taught, told and commanded to.…
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Stones
“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.” Ralph Waldo Emerson There is a tradition in Judaism – guests visiting the graves place a stone on top. No one really…
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Dancing in the Snow
I used to literally dance in the snow. I also sang and threw snow balls at the Robert Hall sign down the block from where I grew up, I used to dance while the snow came floating down from the sky – not traditional dancing but “Freddy” dancing. I would spin with my arms outstretched…
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Corrections
She looks across Union Square and sees the celebrations of everyday life on display. Men painted in silver and gold, a clown dancing or riding in a small child’s bicycle, chess players lined up and waiting for challengers. People walking quickly chasing time trying to catch up or outrun it. Cold wind blowing pieces of…
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Alone and Alone
I wrote this is 15 minutes as a writing excersize similar to tossing a baseball, jogging to a run and stretching. I didnt even read it yet and I would love to get some responses. The old man was walking in a rushed pace. Well rushed pace for him at least. At…
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Ghosts as Memories, Abound
“You see, before you know it this will be a forgotten memory and we will have a home full of children running around.” “I don’t know if I want to bring in a child to this world. We live in a cruel world and I do not want any child of ours being forced to…
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Being There
I woke up before five this morning; no alarm clock. I looked at my phone and read about my friend, my role model and someone I revered – which is very rare for me – since the mid 1980’s. During the summer of, I believe 1983 my family rented a house on Deal Road in…
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The Pianist – Chapter 2
The Pianist. via The Pianist.
