As we headed up the mountain on the lift, I fixated on how I would get off that thing. As we climbed skyward I was terrified, not of skiing down this mountain, but of the small little slope of snow that awaited me at the end of that ride. With all that, the small voice in my head just kept repeating, “don’t fall off the chair — don’t fall off the chair.”
When I tell people that my wedding song was U2’s“Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For,” I wait to see how long it takes them to realize I am joking. In hindsight, maybe it should have been.
The cashier, a girl probably in high school, but not much older, says hello to me. As I take the last item out of my cart, I say good afternoon. When I move up even with her, she holds two twenties in her hand. I assume its the last man’s payment.
I was wrong…
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My apologies to any bagpipe players out there, but it all ends up good in the end…
It rained my first day – not just rain, but a deluge and, because I was young an ill prepared, walked through the aisles, silently introducing myself, soaked to the skin. Not exactly an auspicious beginning to a thirty-five-year career; a career that ends today.
For two days, in the blistering heat, the driveway and yard were covered with tables and blankets that housed mostly junk that people donated because they didn’t want to throw them away.
During one of our heat waves, Arlene phoned and asked if I'd water her flowers and look in on Tucker (her cat). I said I would. It was a lockdown, any reason to leave the house was welcome.
So, there I was, living in New York City, working in the financial district, having gotten a trainee position at an international insurance company and thinking “Wow, kid, you done good”.
Normally, my stories about family vacations down in Belmar, New Jersey are lighthearted and usually involve a lot of drinking stories (on my part) or reliving memories.
This isn’t one of those stories.
As we ate our meal, Arlene talked, not really paying attention, I felt a now familiar shock. My food was stuck in my throat.
Living in the Adirondack Mountains in New York state can be beautiful, but it is not without its perils. For the uniformed it can be downright dangerous.
Even though I don’t like it, this stay-at-home order is nothing new to me. Liquor stores and food pick-ups has been my routine.
A new post by guest blogger Alicia V. - “I’m a wise-cracker, wiseacre, wisenheimer- whatever term you like.”
New guest blogger, welcome Michelle Kay “Michelle is a librarian, a yogi, and a contra dancer. She enjoys various creative pursuits and the sound her wedding crystal makes when dashed against a brick wall.”
