The telling of this story was inspired by the prospect of an upcoming local storytelling event put on by The Moth. If you aren’t familiar with The Moth, you’re in for a real treat. They put on local Story Slams at various locations throughout the country. Ten people with a story to tell get their names picked out of a hat, go up on stage, and present a true five minute story according to the theme of the night. Judges picked from the audience select a winner, who can then go on to larger storytelling events. The stories are usually funny, heartwarming, often heart wrenching, and truly a lot of fun. Stories from around the country are later broadcast on Public Radio stations, and available to listen to online at
This story is from one of my first jobs at the local newspaper.
How can I explain the pain in my rib cage, from laughing so hard? I could hardly catch my breath. My stomach muscles were sore, they felt like I did 100 sit-ups. I was about to lose control. I literally ran to the bathroom .—- I could not stop laughing!
It was the 2nd day of the cruise - the Gala “Dress-Up Night”. I knew exactly what I was going to wear, the dress, jewelry, etc. By the time I was putting on my make-up, Elliott was getting dressed.—- I heard him complaining —- “I’ve got to stop eating so much, I gained so much weight.” —-“I can’t believe this.” he shouted.
“What is the matter?” I said as I turned to look at him. He was getting more and more frustrated as he struggled to put on his trousers. That was when I started laughing, and could not stop for
Whenever I watch America’s Got Talent, I watch two programs at the same time. The current one which has Heidi Klume, and the one from my youth which has Jean Hersholt.
Hersholt was a kindly father figure living on a farm in the Alps. He was loved by Heidi, who was played of course by Shirley Temple. Whenever Shirley’s guardian became too stressful he would take out his Alpine pipe, pack it with tobacco, and light it up.
Since my father smoked a pipe, I had full knowledge of the aroma that this tobacco produced. It was almost like being there with Shirley and Jean —- the earliest 3D experience of my youth.
My father was similar to Jean Hersholt. He was very comforting, and I believed he could solve any problem that I might have, just as Hersholt solved S
It was late Saturday, and I was driving home. My date with Adelaide was coming to an end. My friend Yank and his date were in the back seat. The dinner dance that we had attended had worked out very nicely. But now it was time to go back to life as usual.
As I kept driving I noticed that it was getting darker, and snow flakes were becoming heavier in the path of the headlights. I did not realize how heavy and frequent the snowflakes fell. By the time I dropped everyone off and arrived at my home, the snow was a few inches deep. I did not realize this was going to be the snowfall of the year. The roads would remain treacherous for days and days, and the temperature would be devastatingly low. However, no matter how bad the weather was I had to show up for work the next
My wife and I had just moved into our first house in a new town. We had moved from my hometown of East Brunswick to Howell, New Jersey. So we were driving around trying to get the lay of the land, crossed over into Lakewood and stumbled upon Freedman’s Bakery.
We both loved challah, which for those who might not know is a delicious Jewish bread made with egg. It can be braided, round, or shaped like a loaf. Challah is traditionally eaten on a Friday night to welcome the sabbath, makes excellent french toast, and is absolutely great any time. There are a lot of Orthodox Jews in Lakewood, and with a name like Freedman’s we figured let’s stop in and get some challah! I could hardly wait!
So we walk in, go up to the counter and ask for a loaf of challah. The lady replied
Naomi is one of the most wonderful people you could ever have the good fortune to meet. Vivacious, funny, and a super talented former Big Band singer still going strong at 98. Here are a couple of quick stories. Art Designed by Freepik.
My brothers Jeffrey, Gary, and I have a Conversation recalling some childhood memories from New Jersey.