Piece #6

After Mom had her regular check-up, the doctor suggested I might want to take her to the geriatric clinic for some tests. “Why on earth would I want to take her to some geriatric clinic?’ I asked. “She’s not that old. She’s certainly not geriatric.” The doctor looked at me…

Continue Reading

Piece #5

The kicker item on the noon hour CJAD newscast was the announcement that the handwritten lyrics to “Give Peace a Chance” were about to be sold at auction in London. Chatting about the sale with my program director Mike Bendixen, I said, “My luck. Gail and I spent an entire…

Continue Reading

Piece #4

The Beatles came to Montreal but my luck, the date they chose for their matinee and evening concerts at the Forum coincided with Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, I didn’t even have to ask my father if I could go. I knew it was totally out of the question.…

Continue Reading

Piece #3

I was in the hallway sprawled out on the wall-to-wall mustard yellow broadloom carpet in our third floor walkup apartment on Cote Ste Catherine Road. I had been there for hours listening to CFCF radio. Deejay Dave Boxer, you see, was on the air giving away free tickets to see…

Continue Reading

Piece #2

Gyula may very well have been a music aficionado for all I know. It was not that he had any dislike of mandolin music per se or that he was unimpressed with my fledgling talent. It’s that he simply thought attracting the attention of Russian soldiers who might, say, shoot…

Continue Reading

Piece #1

Darn. It was too late to pick up a plastic-wrapped Mondo Kosher smoked salmon and cream cheese on a bagel at Second Cup. I was already huffing and puffing along a rain-swept Greene Avenue worried about arriving late for my 2 o’clock appointment with my psychologist, one Dr. Rebecca Melman-Hellman.…

Continue Reading
Close Menu