Last weekend, we went to Washington to visit our children, Jeremy (and Stephanie) and Mea (and Charles), who live in the nation's capital. We like Washington and having family to visit makes the trips their even more special.
On this day in 1937, Margaret Mitchell won the Pulitzer prize for her first, and only, novel: Gone with the Wind. She wrote the book while recovering from an ankle injury and only showed it to a publisher's talent scout after initially saying she didn't have anything worth showing him. Second thoughts can be valuable.
I happened to turn onto a rerun of “Cheers” the other evening. It caused me to think about whether I have a place where “everybody knows your name.” And I realized that my husband and I do. We have a favorite small restaurant that we often go to where they know us by name, have excellent and bountiful Italian food, and will often make sure they have a table available for us. Villa Maria in East Rockaway is our “joint.”
I enjoy teamwork.
From playing basketball many a time, I see one or more players complaining about the sides we make.
Another funny and true story comes to us from Michigan this week.
A Michigan village clerk, Julie Glenn, sent a couple their water bill addressed to the woman "and the [expletive] who lives here too." (see below)
My son David and I have played on the Gotham Batmen softball team for many years. I am the Batmen pitcher and David plays alongside me at third base. Last week the umpire asked me my age and after telling him I then pointed out that my son was also on the team. At the end of the next inning the ump called David and me over and, surprisingly, put his arms around us and tearfully proceeded to tell us that he had lost his dad 12 years ago and missed him every day. He then urged David to cherish the moment and take care of me.
Last Sunday, I attended the annual Commemoration of the Holocaust at Temple Emanu-El in New York. I watched, as I have for so many years, my Mother light a memorial candle with other survivors. We remembered.