The Anti-Reality Show
Yesterday I watched the years from 1952 -1976 speed by in roughly two hours. Until a month ago, these were the missing years among reels of 16 MM movie film, finally unearthed in a wooden wine crate on the back of a closet shelf in my parents’ old apartment. I had often wondered where those years had gone, both literally and figuratively. You can find almost anything in New York City, and sure enough, there is a company on West 36th Street that will, for quite the price, transfer old movies to DVD in less than 72 hours and with amazing clarity. The past weekend began with a trip to West...
Read MoreHollywood Beach: Running Away With Me
When I was a child, our family spent a lot of time in Hollywood Beach, FL. My grandparents had a small ranch house about a half block from the beach with a detached garage that they converted into a guest house. The main house had a television recessed into a white brick wall and a gas fireplace that burst into blues and yellows at the flick of a switch. I remember curling up beside my mother as she read aloud to me from The Reader’s Digest – Humor in Uniform and Life in These United States – many of the jokes needing explanation, but her laughter was infectious. The scent of her...
Read MoreThe Dum Dum Di Dumming Down of the Bride
My mother had two opportunities to be a mother of the bride – both with me. The first go-round, she mailed a Calvin Klein sheath in brown paper wrapping to my then home in Miami. In my 22-year-old bride-to-be’s mind, I had no questions nor any notions that brides and mothers typically shared what my mother called “hoopla” surrounding a wedding. I took in the dress for minor alterations, and that was what I wore. The second time around, there was no doubt in my mind that I would wear the same gown that Goldie Hawn wore in Private Benjamin. I went with my mother to the designer on...
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