Summer in a Song 2026.

Just have Fun‼️

Summertime and the living is easy, fish are jumping and the cotton is high. After A Hard Day’s Night – we want Breakfast at Tiffany’s with a Splendor in the Grass chaser.

As we approach the Autumn of my Life- we ask “What kind of fool am I?” “we want to come home to you and find the things that you do will make me feel alright” ah! Paul.

So we roll out the hazy, lazy, crazy days of summer, the days of soda and pretzels and beer, (well maybe Stoli) and to go to the “drive- in on Friday nights.”

“As we stroll along together holding hands walking all alone.”

Perhaps we’ll see the pyramids along the Nile, standing near “Moon River,” and feel grateful to be out of the “heat wave.” Could this be magic, as the lion sleeps tonight, in the jungle, the mighty jungle?

“Who knows, could be it’s only just out of reach down the block, on a beach, under a tree. Tonight?”

We call on wishful thinking as we put on our yellow polka dot bikini and wish we all could be California Girls.

We find ourselves dancing in the streets, eating icicles, popsicles and simply remember our favorite things.

“Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can your hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of every door no it’s just on the street where you live.”

“Wouldn’t you like to ride in my beautiful balloon? We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky we can fly, we can fly.”

“Girl, I heard you’re getting married, heard you’re getting married this time you’re really sure.” So, we’re going to the chapel of love. Love summer weddings.

“We are the lucky ones, some people never get to do all we got to do, now and forever I will always think of you.”

“It only takes a moment for your eyes to meet and then, it only takes a moment to be loved a whole life long.”

“Could this be the magic at last?” Now, now and hold on fast.” Love a little Barry thrown in.

So let’s get those good vibrations, cause G-d only knows at any point, in the still of the night – tomorrow may rain so we’ll follow the sun. Phew! 😎

Fievel (Mousekewitz) Goes West.

The story of emigres mice who migrate west in search of the American Dream. The caveat is to escape being what the cat dragged in. Made in 1991-on demand it if you can.
A favorite take away song “Dreams to Dream.”

There are so many movies based on fairy tales coming true. The when you wish upon a star. Makes no difference who you are moments. Kiss the Blarney Stone and rub the Buddha’s tummy. Superstitiously we try to will the ball down the middle of the bowling alley and strike all ten pins at once. We carry a rabbits foot, a good luck 3 crack mah Jongg tile or a vintage hanky that once was mom’s.

The come on now, don’t you know we create our own luck has little effect when we watch the proverbial horse come out out the gate.

So when we put money in the quarter machine last time we were at the casino and on our way out we won $157.12( we think the 12 cents was to keep us humble.)
We instantly felt the flush of winner. Isn’t winning win, place or show? As the days of summer get underway we have this sense of urgency to use all our tickets of chance. Should we theoretically go on all the rides at once? Perhaps save a few for next time? Conserving energy is optimum as we “ease on, ease on down the road.” Come on Dorothy, you got this Girlfriend.

Moving forward is a safe bet when encouraging good luck. We have learned when the past comes knocking, don’t answer, it has nothing new to say. Beverly Sills said – “there are no shortcuts to any place worth going.” When we adjust our sails and re-direct our energy at least we are positioned toward where we want to land. Let’s polish our lessons, seal them in the let’s help to make our own luck compartment – and hope for “ fair winds and following seas.” Have a funday Sunday.

Back to the Future! Just have Fun.

No Rhyme-All Reason. Landlubbers, drindl skirts and bell bottoms. Tennis sweaters, weejun penny loafers and madras blouses. Typewriters, wax dipped monogram letter seals and loose leaf notebooks. Bon Bons- jujubes, chuckles and double bubble. Chocolate yoo hoo’s, dairy queen sundaes and red licorice strings. Dave Clark Five, Connie Francis and Charlotte Russe . Dobie Gillis, pink erasers, papagallos. Loden pea-coats vinyl jackets, mary jane patent leathers, and white shoe polish for ked sneakers. Apple Brown Betty in Swanson tv dinners, buitoni ravioli in the can and potato sticks. Sewing class, emenee toy trumpets and the morning show “Just for Fun.” The Mikado, Pirates of Penzance and Flower Drum Song. Won-ton soup, chopped suey and egg foo young. Peanut Butter and Jelly on Ritz Crackers with Campbells tomato soup. Spaldings, Jacks and 45’s. Army, Navy Stores, Kresge’s Dept. Store and Alexanders. Mohair sweaters, shift dresses, mini and maxi skirts, baby doll dresses, colored tights- stirrup pants. Science projects on Oak Tag, pencil sharpeners and No. 8 pencils. Revlon Rum Raisin lipstick and Mary Quant make-up. Shalimar, Joy, Ambush, jade east, english leather and Old Spice. Po-ke-no, parchessi and Simon. Bonanza, Gunsmoke and Wagon Train. Make it a throw back Tuesday.

Dear Our New York, Our Friend. On a Day Pass.

The safety of your harbor.
Your crescent shaped appeal.
Could fill bottomless pit emptiness.
We really had some deal.

Your allure and all your glamour.
From every pillar to every post.
Almost on the daily you proved the consummate host.

The streets were jammed with clamour.
Central Park our landing pad of choice.
We rarely missed an opening.
So many opportunities to rejoice.
Shared songs at your great venues.
Danced on too many floors to count.

There never was a question.
You were where we did belong.

The seasons changed with such panache.
The leaves, the snow and the flowers they did bloom.
Our frowns would turn to smiles.
Never sat with doom or gloom.

Your restaurants encouraged our palette.
Started with foie grois ended with chocolate soufflé.
Never missed an opportunity to window shop and stray.
As we collected a lifetime of memories.
Full-filled so many dreams.
It’s time to say we’ll see you.
On the road our show we’ll take.
We are packing stacks of pleasure.
On the wonder you create.
Hit it.
“From the very heart of it New York, New York. If we made it here, we’ll make it anywhere… With ❤️

We are now back to visit, the patina has lost its sheen.
The traffic and the bike lanes and everything in-between.
We stop at our favorite food haunts.
The restaurants we adored. We loved the gastronomic memories. When the check came we hit the floor.
The lines to buy a bagel and Anita’s gelato around the block.
We devoured our Matsu sushi.
At Barney Greengrass we love the lox.
We stopped for a Levian cookie.
If you know you know for sure.
The turkey from P.J. Bernstein-on rye it didn’t disappoint.
The burgers and fries at Melons still call it our favorite joint.
We no longer crave the tumult.
Our thermostats changed their tune.
We love to drop in and visit.
Adios we’ll see you soon.

Our Bucket list has been reduced to the size of a “come kitty have your dinner dish.” 
The focus on shining our accomplishments, minimizing our regrets.
Now we see the picture with cataract corrected rose colored lenses. Our intuition a safe bet in that nexium enhanced gut reaction way.
Our group has been  reduced to the “give me five minutes”  I’m on the way ones.
“They say nothing lasts forever; dreams change, trends come and go, but friendships never go out of style.” You got that right Sara Jessica. 
We’ll take Health on the daily with a walk with a friend for the win.
We can forgo a new Prada bag for no traffic on the FDR with Waze in place when we have an early eye doc appointment.
We will trade a cruise to the Mediterranean for 12 nights of early dinners and an evening of couples canasta with a little gelato in the absence of Ebola threats. 
How bout a strong hug and a knowing smile while all the while counting our blessings when saying “see you after camp to grandchildren.” Nothing Better. Endorphins jumping. 
Come on now -champagne and caviar dreams have become give us a good colonoscopy result and the words your sinus’s have cleared up and we are holding strong. 
Hello Dolce -Hello Gabbana your exhibition was breathtaking and a one of a kind glorious treat but we are good on J. Crew tee shirt sales and bogo’s ( buy one get one at CVS. So what if we have enough cotton balls to distribute to a good portion of the Northeast. Shout out to J. Dines for the ride.
As we are speed walking, well really a quick stroll toward a big number are you kidding me b-day we will take a steadfast and predictable evening of chicken cutlets, a baked potato, a Celebrity Wheel of Fortune episode followed by Jeopardy and all the while playing Canasta Junction while sending appropriate Instagram posts to our peeps. Run on sentence counters that was for you. Sign on the dotted line if you’re in. 
Oh and one more Columbo like thing. You know those high heels without a platform we saw at the Mall last week – no thanks we are good Skechers slip ins. Don’t knock it if…
B’h.

Subject: Two plants surrounding the Orchards add another year.

Have been keeping these two plants thriving since 2012. They were my father’s plants that he cared for when he moved into The Esplanade on the Westside.

He passed away in March that year and we schlepped them from our apt. on 72nd Street thru years of time spent in Florida and back. They traveled in the car over night. Hydrated and obviously Happy.
Now they are in Englewood, N.J. and seem quite cooperative and well adjusted. Here’s to bringing life forward in a most special way. b’h.

“Zog nisht keyn mol az du geyst dem letstn veg.”

We found a new pastime and we named it bed rotting.
We binge and we cringe add a tray to besotting.
If the phone doesn’t beep we reboot to make certain.
Every so often we glance out the curtain.
With Netflix and Hulu and Paramout Plus.
Do not Disturb as we text our one plus.
We know we have company while we Amazon our way from our perch.
We make certain to browse new things from our purch. See homonyms.😎
We are never alone with our trusty remote. 
Hail Pfeiffer and Seinfeld and a we like you Sally Field.
Our lounging around leaves little time to yield.
Soon we’ll venture back out and take a walk round our hood.
Who knows the new donut shop could have something good.
We will pick up some snacks for the pre-Tony show.
Order Chinese in and away we will go.

Hashtag Ragtime.

For a few hours in time, the children we once were seemed to gather in one room. Then we recede into memory leaving behind the distinctive feeling that the past remains luminous and intact somewhere beyond reach. All the while we continue to move far away from the shores that once made us. What moves me most is the peculiar grief of time. 

Mangiare et Bene after services on Sunday- Mea Culpa.

Dear Stu Gotz,
Buono sera my friend.
The Boys are meeting later to play Bocce on Antony’s new court they built in his yard.

The smell of “Sunday Sauce” wavers out the back window and we salivate looking forward to some Valpolicella and meat-a-balls.

We picked up some loaves to dunk in the sauce as a thank you for having us over for “ La cena della Domenica.”

We also got cannolis and black and whites at Mucellis in Jersey city.

Wait till you taste his mother’s (olis) Raviolis – better than Pastosa on Utrecht Avenue. Truth, Omg- the Best- if I tell ya. You’ll see for yourself. We’ll compare.

Late afternoon-I looked up they are running Goodfellas and they got a new Samsung – like a really good size you can see like details on the screen.
I will pick you up.
Yeah I almost forgot his father Sal (the Voice) asked if we wanted to play in their poker game. Brush up on “ flopping a set”you know the “trips” hand.
They have a new finished basement and it’s like top notch from start to finish. Nothin like the original. You could see the back of your hair in like double way mirrors.
Bring dollars they are good-like very advanced.
Ok what a day we got planned – a little outdoors sport – some tv with brewskies -and a couple bottles of R&R Red and Rigatoni.

Save a little room for a Cuban and Amaretto on the back porch after Sunday Sauce.

No problem if I can’t drive by end of day my sister Marie offered to come get us. Salute Bro. Andiamo.

Jeopardy, O’Jeopardy, where art thou Game?
In a world filled with horror, absurdity, disdain.
We rely on the 7:00 hour on the screen.
Devoted, and forthright the answers are gleaned.
Holzhauer, Ammodio, Amy, Mattea strong.
Make room on the set for Mr. Ryan Long.
With Jamie Ding a contender to round out the song.
When The Daily Doubles come up on the board.
Make it a “truly”- the answer will come along.
30 seconds later with an answer in place.
The “Think” music so familiar for the answer a race.
A break from harsh News- that’s so tough on the print.
Let’s play along, in the absence of a hint.
The contestants phrase their response as questions.
The clues in the form of answers, no suggestions.
61 questions a game will be called.
Jeopardy, O’ Jeopardy we are always enthralled.
Make it a “bring it on” Wednesday.