Piece #11

So there we all were standing around the living room of my parent’s house on Clanranald Avenue. Me, Mom, Dad and one forlorn Maltese puppy shivering after an impromptu bath in the kitchen sink. “Mom! What do you mean you don’t want him? You said you wanted a dog.” “I…

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Piece #10

I adored my bassett hound Schatsie. He was always permitted to sleep on any couch or chair surface he preferred but I was more strict when it came to food. Schatsie thrived on Science Diet most of the time and matzo and gefilte fish during the eight days of Passover.…

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Piece #9

I had two very specific goals for the day’s session with the psychologist. I could not rest until I found out why I no longer was excited at the prospect of buying something at the Shabby Chic shop in Soho. Was I going through what Woody Allen called anhedonia? Also,…

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Piece #8

I first laid eyes on Melman-Hellman when I arrived at the hospital auditorium to deliver my speech at a Second Generation seminar. Melman-Hellman, who could easily be mistaken by the undiscerning for an enthusiastic mid-level marketing consultant, was discreetly stifling a yawn as she nodded and pretended to be fascinated…

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Piece #7

A man with the unlikely name of Mahesh Grossman had written a book subtly titled Write a Book without Lifting a Finger. What on earth was that about? I discovered that it involved hiring ghostwriters which he was more than willing to supply if you went to his website. “Maybe…

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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…

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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…

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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.…

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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…

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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…

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