My BFF is Bill. He is like a scary, funny Gremlin who’s been fed after midnight. His mother recently passed away after a long illness, and though my friend is tough, this was significantly tougher. For a while, anyway.
The family mausoleum is in the historic and very beautiful Green-Wood cemetery in Brooklyn.
Symbols abound in our lives. If you got a bouquet of yellow roses from a dude in 1880, it meant “We’re pals and that’s it.”. You see a stick figure of a guy on a door and you can probably pee standing up if you cross the threshold. Victorian ladies would snap their lacy hand-held fans at you if you pissed them off. These days, women don’t usually carry fans. But I don’t know one who can’t give you the side-eye. We use these things to communicate when speech is either not needed or welcome. Let’s see how that went for me and a friend yesterday. Continue reading