Those who know me most know the thing I HATE (emphasis added) most probably involves asking others for money, to donate, to contribute, to take a journal ad.
I've had three knee operations at my neighborhood Glen Cove Hospital on Long Island. My wife and son have also had procedures there. We are all satisfied patients.I was turned on to Glen Cove Hospital by my good friend Dr. David Berger who is head of anesthesiology there.This great local hospital was founded before World War II to serve a blend of working class as well as wealthy patients.
Cayce’s blog yesterday was the perfect lead for mine today. As we approach this Passover and Easter holiday weekend, traditions are embraced. One of my favorites is making two of the traditional foods for the Passover Seders. Once again, I’ll be making the charoset -- a mixture of apples, walnuts and wine representing the mortar used by the Hebrew laborers in ancient Egypt -- and the maror -- the bitter herbs representing the suffering of slavery.
When I was growing up, Easter was a really big deal.
This was suburban Southern California and Georgia in the 60s and 70s.
We got a new dresses, had our picture taken, went to church and had an even more delicious Sunday dinner, than our usual one.
My mother was an excellent cook, perhaps a little heavy on the alcohol...
We had egg hunts and adorable stuffed bunnies, all very Episcopalian.
Every so often I will see a post on Facebook of a picture of an object, such as a feather, or a living thing such as a robin and lady bug. Accompanying the picture will generally be a short thank you to a deceased relative for giving the person who posted the picture a sign that the deceased relative was still with them.
I have come to learn that women do not like to be called cute. Unless they are under 12. Much better to use words like "absolutely" and "gorgeous". That is why I have to change where I get my coffee in the morning.
This past Sunday, March 22, 2015, our tribe held its Third Annual Gotham Battle of the Bands