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Vacations in the Fifties/Sixties?


Vacations as a child — I honestly do not ever remember going on a bonafide actual vacation. I never realized it before, but now that I’m think about it.  Nope. never. 

But one thing we did do as a family, for a few years, was go to a lake in New Jersey almost every Sunday. The car would be packed up, my mother would make lunch/dinner to take. I remember lots of potato salad and fried chicken . . . (it makes me wonder today about food going bad!!!) My two aunts and their husbands would meet us there a few times a month. 

It seems like we went almost every weekend in those summer years of my mid-teens, but my memory is probably a bit faulty. The car would be loaded up with kids and food for the trip in the old clunker of the moment. Unbelievably I don’t ever remember anyone getting sick with food poisoning or many car breakdowns. (seriously)

Anyway.. We went John’s Lake Park!  I will never forget the name. It was less than an hour or so by car. A small lake with swimming and loads of picnic tables. Sunday afternoons would be spent swimming while the adults played poker on the picnic tables.

This is also where I met my first husband Bob. He was a tag along with family friends of my Aunt Helen and Uncle Jerry. So he went along to the lake with a high school friend and started coming along a few more times. Soon he asked me out and that was it! 

New Jersey was also the spot where we would go visit the Gingerbread Castle Park during my elementary school years — it would be a once a year treat and just so magical at the time. And around the same time the family would go to Far Rockaway beach for the day, a better spot than Coney Island. Coney Island was just for visiting the original Nathan’s when parents had a few extra bucks to blow on hot dogs and the best fries in the world. 

So when reading and talking to people about family vacations today, I’m just as guilty, trying to make it as special as possible for the grandkids. Maybe to make up for the times we never even dreamed of doing vacations as a family, but since we didn’t know better, was never missed. 

We did have a Brooklyn swimming hole right outside our stoop! All it took was some sneaky guy in the neighborhood with a huge wrench to open up the fire hydrant on those hot NYC days — so we did have something that most small town kids missed!

A New Bathing Suit?? Not now, not today!


I did the unthinkable this week.

I saw a bathing suit and thought.. why not.

I can tell you why not, but I would get censored by facebook and probably put in jail for an indeterminate length of time.

My journey started when I saw one that I thought would work. Note I did not say look good. I said work. There’s a big difference.

Decided to take a chance and bought it at Sam’s Club (no fitting rooms). I gathered all my nerve to try it on at home. If there was a fitting room I guarantee I would have fallen against a wall and knocked it all down.

Now this is the point you might want to not try to mentally picture this. It’s not pretty.

Got the suit almost on and went to slip my arms through the straps. I could not do it.

I literally could not put my arms through the straps. At one point I had one arm in and one arm out and then couldn’t move any further. Seriously.

I also could not slip the one arm back out to take it off.

At this point I am looking for some scissors. But before I do that, I try again. I kid you not I had broken a sweat trying to just get the damn thing on and now to get it back off. I took a deep breath and thought this is so silly.. I got it on I can get it off. I finally did. I waded it into a ball and threw it into the corner.

Now the suit actually fit and was in some areas a little loose, this was not a skin tight suit. At my age?? Seriously not even a consideration.

After two or three days I decided there must be a way. As I said the suit actually fit when I “sort of” had it on (except for the medieval straps). No visuals here.

I decided to treat “the suit” like a pair of compression stockings. Start at the bottom and roll up. So it started to work and progression was slow, but I got both arms through the straps and all sorts of rolls started to appear… Okay, I’m all right with that. I am old… I just need/want something utility.

It had taken me at least ten minutes to get it on, the straps were like a straight jacket. Finally I say Nope, nada, not gonna work.

So I start to take it off. I might have reinjured my rotator cuff. It was as hard to take off as it was to put on. Arm/shoulder is still sore.

I didn’t have to cut the damn thing off, but I should have. Truly it would have been easier, but by now I wanted every single cent I paid for it back for this torture suit.

Today it was returned and they didn’t even ask me why. I wish they had.

A Beautiful Noise . . . .


As an avid fan of Neil Diamond and his music, all my alerts went on high priority. I was going to be in Boston and A Beautiful Noise was debuting there at the same time. Doesn’t get much better than that.

Tickets were bought and the musical was a go after an early cancellation for covid protocols and we felt lucky to be there. The Emerson Colonial Theater – beautiful, ornate and with history just oozing from the golden gilt walls.

Onto the show.

It started off a little slow, not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it. Format was a bit different with two Neil Diamonds on the stage at the same time. The current one – age appropriate was performed by Mark Jacoby and his younger self played by Will Swenson.  It took a few minutes to wrap my head around the way the story was progressing  and the dancers who were amazing, but just felt like an extra that wasn’t needed.

I checked my watch and only fifteen minutes had gone by.

BUT that was the last time I checked.

The show started catching on fire, with the music and well known songs soon reaching out and filling every crevice of the Emerson. The story was fairly familiar to me and his individual songs seemed to mesh with life events as told by the older Neil in an ongoing therapy session. I’m not really sure that’s how and when they were produced, but hey, what do I know?

By intermission we were completely hooked and couldn’t wait for the second half. The more Swenson sang, the more he sounded like the real deal.

But he wasn’t the only one who sang, Robyn Hurder who played Neil’s second wife Marcia, was outstanding in everything she delivered.

Framed by fictional therapy sessions, the show features Diamond reacting to his lyrics, as his therapist (Linda Powell) reads aloud from “The Complete Lyrics of Neil Diamond.”  A “Ghost of Christmas Past”-style exploration ensues, as the songs come to life with help from the 10-person ensemble and the onstage band.  The Patriot Ledger

It’s hard to pick a defining moment of the show, but to me it was probably the gut-checking performance done by Jacoby of I am . .  I Said. 

The musical is in pre-Broadway mode and starting previews at the Broadhurst Theater in November, 2022. I already have my tickets!

Voyage of the Vikings


Travel is always an adventure, but some people take the fun to a new extreme.

Our journey starts in Boston, but getting there the flights were surprisingly and happily on time. Long Wharf Marriott hotel had a room ready early, with a bonus view of Boston Harbor.

Only only one word about CLT — don’t. In all our travels, the crowds, confusion and mess rivaled trying to depart from Newark during a time the whole area was shut down due to thunderstorms. I looked at the departure/arrival board in Charlotte and everything was on time. So… is that a normal occurrence?

A bowl of clam chowder that I have been thinking about having since we were here four years ago did not disappoint and life is good.

The thing is .. I almost made it a lot better for numerous others, but people were honest.

I know you’ve all seen pictures/cartoons of people throwing  money out the windows or an armored car with cash falling out the back door…. Yeah… that was me on day one.

I bought a few bottles of water from a street vendor and as I was searching for an additional dollar bill in my bag, a gust of wind blew some bucks I was holding out of my hand. Under the vendors cart and down the sidewalk. The more I tried to gather the bills up, I kept dropping more. And they were blowing all over. Fives, tens and a few twenties. At least ten – twelve bills were blowing around and as some folks helped me corral, literally more fell out of the bag.

I am not sure all were returned to me, I have no way of knowing, but I think I got them back.

One man was heard saying as he walked away .  . “I think I will follow her around for a while”.

VOV Day Two

COVID TEST DAY. . . I haven’t been this anxious about a test since the biology regents in High School. Walking over to the AllClearheatth center about ½ mile away from hotel, an antigen test was given and true to their word, results were ready in about 15 minutes.  NEGATIVE!!! Whew

Now I can actually think about cruising without that hanging over our heads.

A quick walk around the harbor area, talking to Red Auerbach and comparing shoe size with Larry Bird made the afternoon complete.

But the best was yet to come.

Boom Town:


he Fantastical Saga of OKLAHOMA CITY: its Chaotic Founding… its Purloined Basketball Team, and the Dream of Becoming a World-class Metropolis

A book I wasn’t sure I wanted to read, but a review in the local paper convinced me otherwise. For me the dry words of a geographical biography can be often mind numbing, but about two chapters into this book and it was apparent that was not the way this one would read.

It’s not a love story, it’s not a hatchet job, it’s something in between, something that made me read the book almost straight through.

I still was hesitant because of the way the author Sam Anderson jumped round from chapter to chapter, he talked about the land run and then one of the next chapters would be about James Harden, Sam Presti or Wayne Coyne – then Daniel Orton popped up and claimed a fair potion of the book. How did he really fit in the scheme of things? All of these were important parts of the book that made me both proud and angry at the people who started this city. And certainly furious at the some of the more recent shenanigans that has given Oklahoma City a poor reputation, one that has been at times richly deserved. Anderson explores all the high jinks and devious maneuvering that went on in the early days, how when cities and states around us were civilized, Oklahoma had its own laws. It wasn’t pretty.

Names that are familiar to all who live here come alive as the history lesson unfolds in way that you won’t read in typical history books. Clara Luper comes alive with the sadness of the race issues that plagued and still plague this state and will haunt me for a long time. And the description of one of architects of the city, Angelo Scott, sounds like he could have been an ancestor of Sam Presti.

But the parts that surprised me the most was the emotions I felt at retelling of the bombing and preceding days of McVeigh. Next, the descriptions of the famous tornadoes that hit in the city in 1999 and 2013. It made me feel physically ill as they came alive through another’s eyes and from the point of view of Gary England. I was never a huge fan of his before, that changed and the story just reiterated my feelings for David Payne. Not good ones.

When the author starts retelling the life cycle of the NBA Thunder seasons, when they were hit with injuries, the trades and treason, I had to put the book down, even though I knew what was going to happen. As an outsider I also felt a bit vindicated for some of the feelings I’ve had over the years. Yes, finally someone else saw what I was watching from afar.

Anderson starts off with the story of the killer of the killer of Jesse James – Red Kelley and jumps almost immediately into the saga of the Beard. The books takes lots of turns and twists with flashbacks to the early days of the land run and statehood, as well as the declines, booms and folly of the government. But woven throughout is the life cycle of the Thunder, mentioning things as fans we’ve never known about and a glimpse of the thinking of the powers that be. It was a fascinating read for me, a person who has never felt like I belonged here. I’m still not sure if I do – but now I can pinpoint some of the reasons why.

The book finally ends on September 29, 2017, another boom day for Oklahoma.

Susan Jennifer Titus


So many times I read how a loved one has passed away peacefully and surrounded by loved ones. I don’t know what was going on in Susan’s mind as she made that leap, but I can tell you that she was surrounded by loved ones, but wasn’t peaceful about it. She was still fighting and not ready to give up. She was even making physical therapy appointments while on hospice.

She’s a warrior. Susan didn’t give up one bit. Another Leiomyosarcoma patient called her Rocky. Yes, she was and is a Rocky. Ever since she became a cancer warrior her mission was to fight. She fought the disease along with helping others learn how to both fight and learn how to accept that wicked diagnosis of Leiomyosarcoma. She did it with both grace and determination through her public journal of the daily struggles a cancer patient faces. She shared her story to the point of uncomfortableness at times for her family, but always letting others know of her strong faith. It was her therapy and way of dealing with the ups and downs of everyday life while struggling with cancer.

We are grateful for the outlet it afforded her, even when it became so painful for us to read.

Her grace and passion dealing with one of the nastiest diagnosis one can get was awe-inspiring. For those who read her posts and responded with positive and encouraging comments on Facebook, you will never know just how much you helped her. Helped her cope, deal with it, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone, which gave her the strength to keep fighting.

Five years and three months and twelve days.

That’s how long she fought. Think about your last five years and how much you’ve done or accomplished. How your life changed, babies, college, graduation, in hundreds of little and different ways. There’s a lot you can do in five years of life. she did too — her big accomplishment was exactly that, five years of life when her odds were about six months when she was starting the journey.

She was a fighter, a warrior, one of my best friends as well as my daughter. She loved her family with a fierce passion. Her son and husband were the light of her life, everything she did, she did for them.

I remember one time when life was particularly hard, she turned to me, feeling a little sorry for herself and impatient with others who would complain about minor life setbacks and said.. all I want right now from my life is to see Eli turn thirteen. She did that. And she also saw him turn fourteen and then fifteen.

Five years, three months and twelve days of his young fifteen year old life has been spent with a mom fighting cancer. One third of his life.

She had a dry sense of humor and was the true grammar queen. Even as I type this I am watching for errors, because she will know and probably send a thunder bolt crashing down nearby. She could spot a spelling mistake from 50 yards and, oh my gosh, do not, repeat do not ever put two spaces after a period. She would just shake her head in embarrassment and make sure I correct it immediately.

Susan was born in Dallas and traveled north very grudgingly to Oklahoma when she was in middle school. She hated it. Every time she would get mad at me or Robert, remember she was junior high age, she would flounce to her room in a snit and we would soon hear her hammering away on the typewriter as she would write to her Dad about the injustices of her life. Then to rub salt into the wound even more, we moved to Oklahoma City during her high school years — not sure she ever forgave me for that. But if we hadn’t moved here, she wouldn’t have met the love of her life Ron. In the long run we did good!

She grew up hating rules, and never had a rule she wouldn’t try to break. Or try to test me to my limits on a daily basis. One day stands out when she was around kindergarten age, a neighbor called me and asked me to please come down to her house. Uh oh. Susan and her friend had completely covered the neighbor’s wrought iron gate with mud, not one curve, turn or finial was even visible, it was all mud. When asked why, she said, “you never told me I couldn’t do that”.

Out of all our kids, she was the one I thought would move far away as soon as she could. Nope, her family wound up living 300 steps away from us. That closeness was a precious gift for me, both physically and emotionally, during the last years of her young life.

There is so much more I could and should say about Susan, but we’ve received so many notes, letters and cards telling us how special she was, that I know I don’t really have to tell people what she was like.

She loved and was loved every day of her life.

Death happens to all of us and it’s never easy to accept, especially family members and loved ones. It’s heart-wrenching and feels like the very essence of your being is forever gone. Absolutely no death is easier than another — but my only wish for you is that you never lose a child.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Kahlil Gibran