It was a long summer’s evening in Colorado Springs, July 03, 1975. The air was warm and still, radiating through my chest and embracing my tanned arms and legs. Carole King’s “You’ve Got a Friend” and Rod Stewart’s “Maggie Mae” were spinning on the AM station of my friend Paul’s Earl Schrieb freshly-painted turquoise-blue Karmann Ghia. “When you’re down and troubled, and you need a helping hand…” I felt accomplished to have memorized each song and with a convincing smile confidently sang the works out loud.
Paul closely resembled Jim Croce: dark Italian skin, long chestnut curls, olive eyes, and a handlebar mustache. He had a New York accent, which felt familiar to me, having lived in New York, and both my parents had New York accents. …show more content…
If only he had been Jewish, perhaps I wouldn’t have hidden the fact from my dad that I found him so …show more content…
My mom’s parents were merchants who sold wares on Delancey and Orchard street. My mom weighed no more than one hundred twenty pounds (though she would insist even now that she weighed one hundred ten). She stood a tall five feet and was loud and overbearing to me and everybody else who was in her way, or she perceived to be in her way. She knew everything about everybody, and had premonitions - that were always right, or close!
My mom and I joined my dad in Colorado Springs in the summer of 1968. Milton was in awe with Colorado, he reveled in the snow covered rocky mountains of Pikes Peak and the glorious red rock in Garden of the Gods. The serene climate and peaceful living suited hem. He had traveled the globe through the military, and never felt so alive as when he was stationed at Ent Air Force Base in Colorado Springs. Here was G-d’s
Paul closely resembled Jim Croce: dark Italian skin, long chestnut curls, olive eyes, and a handlebar mustache. He had a New York accent, which felt familiar to me, having lived in New York, and both my parents had New York accents. …show more content…
If only he had been Jewish, perhaps I wouldn’t have hidden the fact from my dad that I found him so …show more content…
My mom’s parents were merchants who sold wares on Delancey and Orchard street. My mom weighed no more than one hundred twenty pounds (though she would insist even now that she weighed one hundred ten). She stood a tall five feet and was loud and overbearing to me and everybody else who was in her way, or she perceived to be in her way. She knew everything about everybody, and had premonitions - that were always right, or close!
My mom and I joined my dad in Colorado Springs in the summer of 1968. Milton was in awe with Colorado, he reveled in the snow covered rocky mountains of Pikes Peak and the glorious red rock in Garden of the Gods. The serene climate and peaceful living suited hem. He had traveled the globe through the military, and never felt so alive as when he was stationed at Ent Air Force Base in Colorado Springs. Here was G-d’s