One year ago…
Passaic lost a 1968 classmate this week. RIP- Harry Quagliana. Our forever Susan Bromberg shared this nightmare with me over one of our early morning Words with Friends Games. NEVER the “words” we want to hear. Susan and Harry were everyday dear buds. Their 7:30 in the morning calls and playing along with Jeopardy over the phone at night were pieces of their fabric. My dear Sue needless to say this year has taken your most special people. 😥
Reposting a better time adventure from several years ago. Hold tight dear friend we are reaching down with two hands this time.
Sunday night we had Game of Thrones on in one room as I taped Billions in another. I watched Diana Ross croon “Oh my man I love him so” up close and very personal to Berry Gordy live in my bedroom.
Cut to opening week for Buco a delicious restaurant that moved to a new spot in Bloomfield, a stones throw from the land of our brave and the home of our free-Passaic, New Jersey. So in one of our several times a year catch up and exhume wonderful memories way, The Julia’s (Just us Ladies Into Aging) and Ricky Rosenthal talking bout “our guy” met for dinner. We missed Gail as we “heard it through the grapevine,”she had just returned from kvelling in Israel where they were having a “heatwave”, while her first grandson became a Bar Mitzvah. Mazel Tov. Ok, so now that I’m done reading the Minutes let’s move onto the joy of the evening before we break for coffee and macaroons.
The evening, in typical fashion, began with an astigmatized visual, could it be we were just “standing in the shadows of love” or perhaps “ just our imagination” as we marveled at how much we look like we did way back when. I asked for matzoh cause sugar pie, honey bunch “I can’t help myself” and “ain’t too proud to beg,” especially during the 8 days of Passover.
We ordered dinner and graciously talked over one another creating a cacophony of sounds that sounded like the “same old song.” We were thrilled to be “back in our arms again.” We walked away feeling as if we had just “heard a symphony” and knowing all too well that the next time one of us reaches out “we’ll be there.” Blessed and then some.