Diary

Strictly For New York Yids

The legendary comic Mickey Katz is the father of Joel Grey and grandfather of Jennifer Grey. Apart from siring these celebrities he was quite something in his own right. The following songs are Katz classics. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7z66tF_UiQc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwczIc4FNV0 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxsNF5yeosA ************************************* I confess to an undue interest in Mickey because of a debate that has...

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PARTING IS SUCH SWEET SORROW

I have threatened to end or at least cut back on my three blogs for quite some time. This time my resolution is firm. My regret is that I won’t be much missed. To be loved to the point where you are felt to be indispensable is very sweet. Not a grand aim for most persons, but for me it is – a fact I have never tried to hide. Even if all my readers loved me, I would not be satisfied because I wanted an adoring audience of millions,...

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Them Were The Days, My Friend

As I recall, without the aid of a diary or training schedule, most days in the era of 1974-1975 – cold or hot, wet or dry, – Mike Glass would jog over to my door, about one mile from his own, to round me up for an early morning run. If I had the strength, we would go for a 5 to 7 mile gallop at a quick pace but just as often I had not the heart for that, and we’d settle for easy jogging at just under 8 minutes per mile pace...

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A Dormitive Virtue

Often, when I check to see what time it is, I discover it is precisely 1, 2, 3, 4, …12 o’clock. I find that strange. The odds against that seem to be 59-1 but I think the 1,2,3, 4….phenomenon occurs at least 25% of the time. Perhaps it occurs even as high as half the time. Why should that be? People have told me we have internal clocks but that explanation gets us nowhere when I consider I am not looking for a particular time...

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The Master Plan

A woman who has known me since 1934 when she was eight years old, who taught me how to tell time, who did ALL my homework when I was in elementary school, who invited me to her home every Thanksgiving from 1949 through 1984 (35 years) is about to die. As always, the Master Architect has a blueprint that is too deep and convoluted for me.

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The Most Forgettable Man You Ever Knew

Readers’ Digest used to have, and perhaps still has, a regular monthly feature called The Most Unforgettable Person I Ever Met.” Some day, there will be a regular feature about me with the slightly altered title of “Most forgettable” and via that avenue my claim to enduring fame will become established. Once upon a time, I knew these two geniuses who graduated from Brooklyn College a year before I did. One was class...

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