A man lay
sprawled across three entire seats in a theater. When the usher came by and
noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you're only
allowed one seat." The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became
the usher said, "if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call
man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly
back up the aisle in search of his manager. In a few moments, both the usher
and the manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried
repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police.
surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your
name?" "Sam," the man moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?"
the cop asked.
pain in his voice, Sam replied, "The balcony."
Many years ago there was this little old man. He was not
older than 4-years and not taller than my kneecaps. He could talk up a storm
and had the logic of a sage. He was always correcting his old man and was
probably more mature too.
He took on the weight of the world and had the guts to deal
with it, being his older sister had special needs. He seemed to be protective
of her and when he wasn’t busy correcting me, protecting his sister and making
statements that I needed a grownup to interpret for me, he was reading the
Kings and Queens of England AT 6-YEARS OLD! HE WOULD WAIT IN AMBUSH FOR ME TO
COME HOME FROM WORK, AND FROM AN UPPER STORY OF MY HOUSE, DUMP WATER ON MY HEAD
AS I ENTERED MY HOUSE.
Sometimes I would walk into my house if I weren’t bombed
with water first, and get jumped on from the kitchen counter as he waited for
me, or on the back sill of a 62 Chevy Impaler as he hid from me in the open at
the railroad station as I got into the car with TLW waiting to drive me home.
“Where is Anthony?” I’d ask as he giggled, thinking I didn’t see him.
There was the time when as a little kid, maybe 3 we sat at
the dinner table, and his sister with special needs was in a bad humor that
night. She was so bad I decided that I would take her away from the table and
try to calm her down. Well, the little old man jump up as I went to get my
daughter and stood between us, raised his little hand and said: “Daddy, don’t!”
He thought I was going to hit her, but I wasn’t. I went off to the bedroom by
myself and cried for the first time in many years, realizing he was taking on
Being it was winter did not keep him from reminding me that
spring training was just 90 days or so away, glove and baseball ready to play,
even though he was wearing a winter coat and digesting the last of his
His first song was Meet the Mets, and all of Mitch Millers
favorites came right after that. Baseball, baseball, baseball was all it took
for him to give you his full attention, yet he could read, reason and do math
with the ease of any 50 year old intellect.
Today he celebrates his birthday, but I don’t think he
really cares. He has a beautiful wife and the most beautiful child a person
could possible have, his daughter Darby. So would you care?
He has done what I always wanted to do, live on Madison
Avenue in NYC, or live in Southern California, a dream come true for me, but
his reality. If there was anyone I would want to live my dreams, it is him and
he deserves it all.
So, with all my heart and I’m sure from not only myself but
TLW (The Little Woman) have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KISS YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE AND GIVE
THAT GORGEOUS CHILD GRANDDAUGHTER OF MINE A HUG AND A KISS FOR ME, I AM SO
PROUD OF YOU!
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