With The Fringe on the Top🎼

Cards and tiles grab a seat better hurry.
Bring your glasses so your eyesights not blurry.
Counting 7’s or hoping for jokers.
Thinking Concealed hands are the chokers.
Watch your partners as they go down with Aces.
Don’t forget to wear poker faces.
Playing the games, we learned from our mother.
Laced with memories not like any another.

All our games help to add “the fringe on the top.” 🎼

Replacing tiles adds smiles to our miles.
Add some luck we’ll trade the joker.

Eye on the prize, the wild card as the topper.
Planning our games for the week, there’s no stopper.

Soon we stop, take a break for a nosh.

Give a kick a charlotte russe-
Oh my gosh.
Yep, one more thing to add “the fringe on the top.”

When we sit back down to the tiles.
Mixing and rolling the dice brings us smiles.
Singing along to Frankie Valli and his crew.
As we bank on a good time will ensue.
So let’s keep on counting and mixing, pick the pack will help add the fixings to “the fringe on the top.” Phew!

We woke up had oatmeal and wrote 72 on our application for a Florida drivers license.

The years, like the bouncing dots of a text message being replied to have flown by. Resplendent with a potpourri of memories that have marched along with us like dutiful soldiers. Grateful to have built lovely little corners for them in the attic of our minds.

They are always there to call upon (especially when the path you are walking on is temporarily unpaved.)

Haven’t you read a book twice? You know what’s coming and still look forward to the race of your heart and the a-ha moments. The cost of admission-down memory lane every penny (heads up) that we’ve saved to gain entrance, worth it. Through very little provocation we tap into them. We share our euphoric recall thru posted pictures that we carry with us in our eyes only. Those moments in time that brought pink to our cheeks and offered an everlasting glow. Her look, his smile when you gave them a collage that documents their happy moments. Doesn’t get better, in-spite of all the the crazy glue stuck to your fingers times.

Then like the fleeting visit of the Robin Red Breast sitting upon your lawn who just stopped by to announce Spring-they go. You start another project, read another book, or exhume memories spending time throwing out old sweaters and picture frames.

Lucky to have a new day to create a new moment. We Polaroid the feelings that having lunch with childhood friends offers and document the look on a young child’s face when they jump into a cool swimming pool on a hot summer day. Just for today turn the other way, minimize disappointments and maximize your good fortune.

Make it a great Thursday and who knows perhaps along the way add a new memory that will last a lifetime.

A Side of Gypsy!

Have some nova, Mr. Goldstone.

Have a bagel, have a schmear.

Have a latke Mr. Goldstone.

Any spare that I can spare I’ll be glad to share!

Take a dish, have a pickle, have a knish, here’s a fork.

Put your feet up. Feel at home.

Have a coke, something corked?

Would you like to hear a joke?

G-d forbid a smoke.

Have a decaf mit your babka.

Mr. Goldstone come sit by us.

Come Daven by the river, meet us on East End and 84th.

Finish up Mr. Goldstone, you’re already on your fourth (course.)

Have some flanken, cooked with care.

Everybody give a bissel cheer.

We sat you-next to Murray.

Go sit in that Big green chair.

Have a Goldstone, Mr. Bialy.

Tell me any little thing that I can do.

Have some liver, chopped on a cracker.

Have a cookie, have a few.

What’s the matter, Mr. G?

How bout another pot of tea?

Good Shabbos-Mr. Goldstone.

Raise a stoli, maybe two.

Keep your senses- helps stability.

Mr. Goldstone we love you.

.   Tony, Tony Bo-Bony

      One year ago we said good-bye.

You were the Man everyone wanted to be around if “somebody broke our heart.” 

We would dress in our “blue velvet” garb in our “New York State of Mind.,” all the while knowing listening to you croon a tune- would help us “pick up the pieces.”

You certainly led “ The Good Life. A certain something felt familiar to us not like a “stranger in paradise. “Because of you,” we knew “ body and soul,” “ the best was yet to come.”

So going from “rags to riches,” we would get “pennies from heaven”if we were standing in the “the shadow of your smile.” 

As the pied piper, never skimping on passion and always young at heart we believed “everyday would be the first day of spring, every heart would have a new song to sing- and we’d sing of the joy every morning would bring- “if you ruled the world.”

Tony, like Sinatra said you were the “Best of the Best.” We’d sacrifice anything come what might. For the sake of having you near. 
“ Under our skin”-“Body and Soul.”

There were times – We got no kick from champagne – but we “got a kick out of you.”

Your Duet style Lullaby’s on Broadway with Elton, Lady Gaga, Sting, K.D. Lang, Barbra with an A and Billy Joel left no question in our minds that:

“oh the good life to be free and explore the unknown, like the heartaches when you learn you must face them alone. “For once in our life”-with “the very thought of you” we will put on a happy face and Never kiss the Good Life good bye.”

“Are you having any fun?
What y’gettin out of living?
Who cares for what you got.
If you’re not having any fun!
     Well done Mr. Bennett!

Can A.I. alter stupidity?

A virtual who knew.
A little siri a lot of algorithms.
What is right, or is it true?
Am I writing this, or is it coming from You?
I before E except after C.
Artificial sweetener not good for you.
Not good for me.

That was the Week that was.

“ All the News that’s Fit to Print.”
Appears on the masthead of our daily read.
Will creativity be abbreviated?
Or replaced by a digital degree?

We write some prose, add a lyric or two.
Original thoughts add a concept we construe.
Will our world as we know it.
In the simple and true.
Be usurped by learning techniques, wiser than me, bigger than you?

ChatGPT can create an A.I. text.
But our experiences we behold.
Recalling our adventures a computer code can’t unfold.

Keeping our erasers, our inkwells close by.
Our modus operandi holding our heads towards the sky.
Our feelings are our treasures that can’t be taken away.
Regardless of the fact A.I. is here to stay.

NOVEMBER 10, 2022 ~ AROSEBYANYOTHERNAME2016

Dear Jamesy Gom,
We watch your strides so long.
Your hair “flows” out of its helmet,
Your “A” game far and long.
Your “cycling” of the “biscuit” as you “Bar Down” into the net.
A cause for a “celly” we are busting from the get.
You got the rink covered,
The opponents can surely tell.
While your friends were playing checkers in theory,
Your chess game very strong.
You are such a talented hockey dude.
Center rink is where you belong.

Audacious, funny and wise.
Long time proponent of keeping your eye on the prize. 
Her early beginnings fraught by escaping the Nazis. 
Her global success as an-out-of process proxy. 
The tutelage of pleasure earned her a P.H.D.
Her moxie and gusto blended into joie de vivre. 
Her sexual knowledge ran deep and wide- go ahead derive some pleasure, don’t run, don’t hide.
She was married 3 times by the age of 32.
Took her 3 tries to find her love so true.
She stood 4 feet 6, her voice rang a German- tinged English. 
Hardly boasted as the prototype for a lady in show business.
Provocative sexual banter kept her gabbing on late night tv.
“Sexually Speaking” her form of therapy.
Baruch dayan emet Dr. Ruth.
A life so well lived with a chim chim cher-ee.
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be.

Summer in a Song.

#JustHaveFun!

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

As I approach the Autumn of my Life- I ask “What kind of fool am I?” “I 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) -I’d like 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 it be magic now and hold on fast. Could this be the magic at last?” 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 I’ll follow the sun. Phew😎

Happy Birthday Mr. Mel Kaminsky a.k.a. Mel Brooks.
The consummate Steadfast lodestar of comic behaviors -98 and going great.
You embodied the role of a Producer (1968) when you hid jewels in one of The Twelve Chairs (1970.) 
Your pairing of Cleavon Little and Gene Wilder got some Saddles Blazing (1974) -which left you in a
state of High Anxiety (1977.) It was then that you knew it was time for a Silent Movie (1976) and it gave you time to prepare for Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993.) You had us when he appointed a new sheriff, his friend Ahchoo. So today we say Bless you Mr. Brooks and may you continue to make sure we Enter Laughing (1967.)