As you know by now, I make a trip up to Albany twice a year
to attend a statewide meeting of all 55 chapters of NYSARC (Formerly: New York
State Association of Retarded Children). It lasts for a few days in both the
early spring and mid-autumn.
To get there we occasionally fly and mostly drive, making
the drive in those three and one-half hours with one stop on the thruway. So
what do 4 men talk about in that time: sports, children, business and our
wives. and of course: medications.
There is one caveat for me in all these discussions: have
some fun and make people laugh. One thing that scares me is sitting for that
long and being serious, I need to laugh and have a good time. Fortunately for
me, the guys are all good sports, funny when they want to be and we all laugh
along. These are 3 very intelligent men, good hard workingmen at one time, who
are now good and retired! Except for one, my old friend Ken. Ken is in his 70’s
and looks like he is in his 60’s, plays tennis and skies, is skinny and I hate
him. (Kidding)
But with his youthful vigor, skinny body and wonderful
personality, his wife has resorted to pinning his keys to his sleeve. It seems
that he is always losing his keys and or cell phone! Yes, strong and healthy
body, but unfortunately, he drifts. Yes drifting is his passion, forgetful,
maybe, but he did contribute one thing to the mix. He introduced me to Arthur
Avenue and Little Italy! Yes, the man has introduced us to pork chops with
vinegar peppers, and a glass of red. He eats rabbit, a habit he learned from
once forgetting his address and having to live off of the land.
Although he is all set and connected with his keys on the
way up to Albany, he is not on his way home. This is when we all worry. No one
pins his keys on him and so we fret and worry. However this time he is driving
and this means he needs to remember, he can’t leave Albany without remembering
his keys. So we will call him on his cell right before we leave, even if he is
sitting with us.
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