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!

CFO my

Dear Allen Weisselberg,

Gather your toiletries and come to the gate.

That’s where your ex-daughter-in-law Jennifer was given orders to wait.

They need your room at Rikers.

She’s come to give you a ride.

Drop the loyalty and bravado.

You lost your privilege to hide.

You will recognize her gucci bag you bought her years ago.

No more benefits, no more doubts this is clearly a failed show.

You might want to pass up the snickers bar as you pass by the canteen.

It’s your turn up at bat to tell us all you’ve seen.

Your grandchildren will ask why Papa is not leading the Passover seder.

Such a shanda, no more mitzvahs.

Take a plea now don’t wait till later.

Stormy oh, Stormy she’ll lead you to the room.

Her opening act will help lift your doom and gloom.

What ya waiting for at this point?

No more covering for your muse.

You have the chance to come clean and minimize abuse.

So join forces with Jennifer and start to spill the beans.

Help stock pile grievances.

Turn the indictment into a conviction.

One last shot Mr. ( what are you thinking) Weisselberg.

Bring forth your dereliction.

We took our places sporting “35” years.
The feel of the sand under our chairs.
So much nachas and laughter divided our tears.
Our many glasses, “cups” and shared plates.
Lands “us” right in the A group, a coveted space.
The wind whistled memories.
Our quiet said it all.
The glory of the moment.
We will always recall.
With few chances in one lifetime to dance as we roam.
My Dear Sweet linnie.
We found our place to call Home.

Dear Don the Con,
The infamous orange man.
Ever closer to the “can.”
Without a leg to stand.

The first indictment on the way.
The next 3 carry stiffer sentences.
And so it’s time to pay some way overdue penitence.

Attention C minus lawyers.
It’s time to start the clock.
You lied, you cheated, you stole.
The consummate A- hole.
Slim chance you’ll be incarcerated.
But “stormy” weather lies ahead.
With “Georgia on our mind.
You could be left for dead.
The insurrection against our country.
With No liberty, no justice for all.
Our Dreaded history unfurled our flag.
The curtain fell on us all.

Father Time You Need a Haircut.

World Book Encyclopedia, The Merriam Webster Dictionary and The Thesaurus– versus Google, Kindle, Amazon Prime, Tik tok, Facebook,
Instagram, and a myriad of search engines plus.

Our days of licking our finger to turn the pages are virtually over. Although we still pick a hard cover over a battery operated read. Can you easily bring to mind memories of brown paper bags with pencil calculated totals of grocery store purchases? How much were a dozen eggs? Anyone else struggle thru long division or angles and intersecting lines geometrically? How about looking up Ticonderoga and cutting out pictures from National Geographic Magazine for a cut and paste project on Africa? Oh, and who doesn’t remember carrying that elaborate science project to school hoping it wouldn’t spill or rip?

What happened to Ed Sullivan on Sunday night, Tom and Jerry and a deeper meaning to Bugs Bunny then we ever knew (google him) Saturday mornings. Yes to the the guilty pleasure of Luke and Laura’s General Hospital Wedding? Would you “Bet your Life” on Groucho, if he threw in the swinging Duck? How bout Soupy mischuganas Sales?
Our days now where we are going at a slower pace with the absence of having to re-boot anything is high up on our “only if” list.

We lost internet Wi-fi connection over the week-end. We held our breath, unplugged and counted to a 60 second re-plug. Phew!

When we step back and chronicle the speed at which life has reinvented communication it is mind boggling. Ironically we miss the days of waiting on line to buy tickets to a Grateful Dead Concert. The palpable, heart beating energy waiting to get good seats can’t be replaced by choose your seats on Ticketmaster on-line. We look back at memories of being careful not to touch chewed bubble gum under our seats at the movies we could come to in the middle of and watch again for the same price of admission. A couple of cartoons thrown in. A box of bon-bons please.

We miss slower paced times. Now a days we jam pack activities to avoid suffering from FOMO, ( fear of missing out.)

Euphoric recall sets in as we exhume the days of the smells of home cooked meals. Baby lamb chops, baked potatoes, canned peas and fruit cocktail for dessert , yes, please. Oh, mama.
We miss getting hand written letters, and saving them in our memory box, envelope and all. I repeat – “Can it be that it was all so simple then, or has time re-written every line?” Hit it
Barbra with an A.

So just for today, pay less attention to the frequency of sound with every e-mail or text coming in. Explore some hand written behaviors. Perhaps on demand old episodes of Dr. Kildare or Ben Casey -our original Mc Dreamy’s.

In a most delightful way! 🀄️

In every game that must be won
There is an element of fun.
You find the “run” and snap.
Fill the tiles in the gap.
The game is just a game. ( yeah right)
Every hand you undertake.
Becomes a piece cake.
A lark, a spree it’s very clear to see.

Just a sh*t load of jokers helps the
mah jongg hand go down.
The mah jongg hand go down.
The mah jongg hand go down.
In a most delightful way.

In every hand you undertake.
Add a piece of cake.
3 cracks, 4 dots , one flower maybe more.
It’s you who’s keeping score.
Shake it up and go explore.
Never tried that hand before?
Cause Consecutive run is such a bore.

Add a flower to the mix.
And pull out all the tricks.
You picked a North and West.
Switch to the Winds and add the rest.
They got passed around a lot.
Just pull out all the stops.
Cause…

Just a sh*t load of jokers.
Helps the mah jongg hand go down.
The mah jongg hand go down.
The mah jongg hand go down.
In the most delightful way.
Have a fun Saturday.

Go ahead try the chocolate babka. You could plotz.

Shall We Play? Tra la la

We’ve just been introduced.
I do not know you well.
But when the cards were shuffled.
Something drew me to your side.
I sensed we could be friends.
Share a joke or two.
It made me think we might be— Similarly occupied.

Shall we play? Tra la la
Shall we still sit together,
And depend upon each other?
On a clear understanding that we signal with the 7’s? remember to count aces.
Shall we play?
Shall we play- shall we play?

Shall we play? Tra la la
Shall we turn on the music,
Shall we try?
Shall we go down with four jokers and hope our partner matches.
And just go for a mere per chance.
With a clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen, shall we try and then try and then try.

When the last little 3 has left the deck.
Shall we still play together,
Staying tethered to the table
And show up with a poker face?

Cause we know we are better.
For engaging one another
So we played and we played and we tried.