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Why I’d Rather Be 65 Than 5, 15, 25, 35, 45, or 55
May 3, 2012
Age 5: I was Raggedy Ann to Neil Fishbein’s Raggedy Andy in the end-of-year school show. I loved Neil and he loved me. This would seem to set me up for a lifetime of bliss (talk about “getting old together”) but, the day ended tragically. My fake braids smeared my heavy white theatrical face paint […]
A Valentine for Someone I Hate
February 13, 2012
To the person who spelled my middle name incorrectly on my birth certificate: I applaud you for your creative license. You took a strange spelling and turned it into an even stranger spelling. You recognized that although I was merely minutes old, I strove to be unique. To my first grade teacher who looked at […]
My Friend Bill
December 16, 2011
(The following is the seventh in Life in the Boomer Lane’s new series, “Old Posts to Dredge out on Slow Weekends Because When I Posted Them Originally People Cared More About the Economy and World Peace Than My Blog.” Although nothing has changed, it’s the start of a slow weekend.) This month, Now Husband and LBL lost […]
Where I’m From: I Am From City Streets
August 21, 2011
Life in the Boomer Lane is from city streets. From small houses planted in long rows, brick flowers that rose precariously from concrete soil, hugging each other for safety. From a gathering of European immigrants who found America by following the vegetable man who came down the street in a horse and wagon. LBL is from city […]
My Father’s Tallis
June 14, 2011
Life in the Boomer Lane’s dad was born in Poland, seven years before the start of World War I. In addition to the massive upheaval going on throughout Eastern Europe at the time, it was additionally dangerous to be a Jew. And to be a poverty-stricken Jew at such time indicated the potential for a very […]
Gotta Love Joisey
May 10, 2011
I’ve had several messages from the universe lately. Some people get messages from the universe about saving countries or leading their people to freedom or fighting for human rights. I’m not one of those people. Because I grew up in Phiadelphia, I get messages about New Jersey. I spent a lot of time at the […]
The Monetization of Hopscotch
April 1, 2011
Seriously. Life in the Boomer Lane has never, even in a drug-induced Happyland stupor while seated in Dr Gerald’s dental chair, ever thought about blogging about Hopscotch. Come on now. Hopscotch? Is there a more basic children’s game? Yes, there is. That one where you hide something in your hand and shove both fists in front […]
A Dialog With My 13 Year Old Self
January 11, 2011
So, 13, yesterday I was throwing out some stuff in the attic and I found the diary you kept 50 years ago. I’m a little bit appalled confused about some of the things in there. Listen 63, I’m not stupid. I saw you wanted to use the word “appalled.” And that diary had a lock […]
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A Valentine for Raggedy Andy
February 9, 2013
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You were my best friend, my first true love. We were inseparable. In the increasingly potholed memory of my mind, I remember one of us or both of us overcome with grief that we weren’t seated near each other. The teacher relented. I am occasionally bothered that one memory has us then seated side-by-side at […]