In retrospect, it wasn't the wisest final sentence to yell at my boyfriend as I kicked him out of the flat: "If I ever see you or that…" I floundered for the right word, "hussy again, I'll kill you both." The front door slammed behind him, a whirlwind of disturbed particles danced in his wake, illuminated by the nearby desk lamp. They began to settle as his footsteps receded, my shaking hand pressed hard against the back...
I cannot recall if I ever related this story on here as I couldn't find it. So with Halloween right around the corner, I feel compelled to tell it. This incident occurred sometime in the late-'70s when haunted houses had become the in thing for many organizations to help fund their other projects, I think that the Jaycees were among the first to discover it. I joined one of the local haunted attractions sponsored by the J...
Darlene had barely walked into the employee entrance door when she was grabbed by the arm by Gina, her friend, and co-worker."Dar, that guy that was asking about you last week is back," she announced excitedly.Darlene continued to head to her locker to get ready for the evening as her friend prattled on. Darlene smiled at how excited her best buddy was. She, herself, didn't get excited about too much anymore. Darlene ent...
So I moved my computer out onto the front porch, which is enclosed, in preparation for all the kids I expected to come around begging candy. I decided against costuming myself, though I briefly considered wearing a dress or my kilt. But I can’t imitate a Scottish brogue worth a darn, and wearing a dress I reasoned, might upset some parents accompanying the wee bairns. So I demurred, and am sitting at my desk, wearing “man...
With the Halloween season closing in fast I am reminded of the numerous parties that I was contracted to perform at over the years as a mobile DJ, chief among these were parties held by local singles groups. Remember that on line dating was in its infancy and many folks wanted to meet prospective friends/lovers face-to-face, so these groups held weekly dances. They had some great turnouts, but it was the Halloween parties...
Dreidel mine, spin, spin, spin! By Marvin Rabinovitch It was Purim eve, and Meyer-Zalman Glayzel was so drunk that, as the proverb had it, he couldn’t tell Mordechai from Haman. Somehow or other, he found himself outside the shtibl where the other male inhabitants of Verbovsk were making merry over a reading of the megilla, the scroll of Esther. What was he doing here on the porch of the rickety beit midrash? Oh yes, he h...
