Airport Clamor Imagined.

Carl, Carl did ya hear me?
Root Beer, yes, no not diet.

Stanley get on line, go on, say you just had your hip replaced.

Sol, hurry I want to stop at the place that has pizza so I can have a couple of slices on the plane. No nothing to drink. I get dizzy when I pee on a plane (toilet.) Ugh and the floor is always wet.

Marty hold my coat, I knew I should-a checked it with my luggage. What ya mean I have to hold my mah jongg set on my lap. Are you joke r-ing me. Get it Marty that’s a joke. Ha! Ha!

Ron- go show em your shoulder strap we can get the exit row. No one can bang into you, you’ll sit by the window. Shout out to yup! You looking at me Ries.

Mel-ask for two bags of cookies and chips and pretzels. I’m hungry.

Frank- can you get me a magazine in the front of the plane? Doris what century are you living in? This is Jet ( no magazines) Blue.

Morris-ask what plantain chips are and if they’re kosher. Don’t tell me to shut up.

Paul- what sandwich do you want. I brought cream cheese and jelly on white. Or sardines on a roll with butter and onions. Neither one? You’ll eat the plantain chips.
Dinner? We are having Chinese.

Danny, Danny you sleeping? Watch my handbag I am going to see what they are selling in the cart. Quick let
me out.

Twas the night before Pesach and all through the house.

The smell of the brisket,

Added water to our mouth.

The chicken soup was simmering.

To a boil it was brought.

Our liberation from slavery.

From which we were fraught.

With water turning to blood,

Frogs, lice and flies.

Livestock and locusts.

No firstborns survived.

The Bible unveils,

With g-d on our side.

Letting the Israelites leave Egypt.

The Gates opened wide.

Now Asher, now Sadie, now Evelyn,

Now Moe.

On Manny, on Gertie on Sarah, on Joe.

To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall.

Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.

The children were ready to ask the four kashes.

Ma nishtan halailah hazeh mikol haleilot?

The questions all answered, the food was dipped twice.

No one was naughty, tonight just be nice.

And mamma in her kerchief and papa in his cap.

The dishes all done, they’re ready for a nap.

The afikoman was eaten.

Sugar plums danced in our heads.

Our inalienable rights.

Erased all the dread.

Chag Pesach Sameach one and all.

When the next times are now.

Let’s live in the moment.
As Life passes us by.
Take our eyes off our phones.
We’ll give it a try.
The hours we are missing turn into days and then weeks.
While sitting and dining with our closest of peeps.
The abundance of notices through a ring or a chime.
Distinguishing sounds as our anticipation climbs.
An email, a text, a memory comes through.
Socializing through electronics is just what we do.
We glance at the table our phones perched on top.
We have tried not to look but we just couldn’t stop.
Put down your iPads and follow along.
We missed what you said, our addictions that strong.
So just for today we will silence our phones.
Cause what’s that important till we get home?
We might miss a picture from 2018, or a Brooks Brothers coupon to purchase something green.

Have. Good Sunday!