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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!

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.