The only thing keeping my Corkys from sliding out from underneath me was the combined width of the shoulder pads in my Norma Kamali blouse and winter coat ricochetting me between the retaining walls turning me into a human Weeble.
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Previous blog post: The City of Big Shoulder Pads When we last left Richard and Leslie… It had started to rain while Richard drove me home and parked in my parents’ driveway. As he leaned over to kiss me someone started wildly pounding on the passenger side window. I looked up and saw Jeff’s face. The rest...Read More
My mother and I were rehearsing our tap dance routine for “Katz! The Musical!” on the makeshift stage for the first time. As we were “Shufflin’ Off to Buffalo,” Richard’s mother, Harriet, was running over to say hello. Harriet told us she was on the Dinner...Read More
Richard and Uncle D brought my father-in-law, Howard Leslie Korengold, aka Papa Howie, back home from Florida. He’s in good health (poo, poo, poo a million times) and is living in an apartment in a retirement community nearby. Did you catch that his middle name is “Leslie?” But wait! There’s more! My mother-in-law (may she rest...Read More