Lost Purpose

Because I am so cute and charming.”

“In reality you’re fat, balding and smell like Ben Gay.”

“If you think you look better than me, can I borrow your magic mirror?”

God, do I look as bad as you?’

“You were unanimously voted ugliest resident on your wing.”

“With your endearing personality I am going to recommend that you become a member of the welcoming committee. You will certainly keep the place from overcrowding.”

“You are already on the committee and the limit is one asshole.”

“Back to reality Doctor, Let’s find something meaningful for you.”

“Who died and put you in charge of my future?’

“”The Wizard of Oz gave me this task before he passed on. I must find where you fit into the universe’s eternal plan.”

: “Your eternal purpose is to bust my balls. I pray every night that we don’t die on the same day. I would go nuts spending eternity next to you.”

“Wouldn’t you feel better if you had a schedule with some meaning?”

“There is no one in the world that doesn’t want a purpose, but my life is over.”

: “It’s only over if you will it to be over. With your skills and experience there is at least one more challenge.”

: “Yeah like avoiding Depends.”

“Maybe what you need is a companion.”

“Is that code for “Maybe you need a woman?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, yes.”
“Did you have anyone in mind?’

“Not really, but there are some lovely women here.’

“It has been a dog’s age since I did any of those dating rituals. I would not know where to begin. Why are you laying this trip on me? What about you? You’re also single?”

“It has crossed my mind,., and like you I am also somewhat shy.”

“Well at least at our age sex isn’t an issue.”

“Speak for yourself.’

“you couldn’t get it up if you tried.”

“My friend that is called projection.”

: “No it’s called dead dick syndrome.”

“Jealousy will consume you one of these days.”

: “Wait here while I go and find a magnifying glass. When and if we find it, we can decide whether it will ever rise again.”
Why does a conversation about your love life center on my dick?”
“Because they are both fantasies.”

“I am going to dinner in five minutes with the number one goal of finding you a love interest,”

:” If you embarrass me tonight I will muster what energy I have left and kick your ass.”

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Missing their Partners

“Part of the problem is that Arlene was involved in almost every part of my life. I knew her since the fifth grade. She was, and is connected to every stage except this one.”

Nodding his head Sal offers”You know what I miss the most? Her laugh, she thought I was the funniest man alive, and would howl at my stories even after she had heard them many times before.”

“I used to marvel at how many people were in Arlene’s network. She was constantly on the phone counseling, or listening to the joys and woes of her friends and family. At her funeral it seemed that everyone said that she was their best friend. The outpouring really helped, especially for the kids.”

“Amazing how many lives they touched. Helens’ colleagues at the hospital regaled us at the funeral home with stories about how she was always calm even in the midst of the emergency room crises.. For weeks after the funeral we received notes from grateful patients she had treated.”

Michael appears to be very serious and pauses before he speaks,

“You know Sal there are not many opportunities to talk about these things. I feel like I am talking to myself with you, because you have so many similar thoughts.”

“I think it’s a guy thing Mike, we were not raised in a world where men talked about loss and feelings.’

“I think the kids today are different and talk about things openly that we would have never considered raising. Even with Arlene, my kids would discuss topics that my parents would have been shocked to hear.”

:” It’s all about comfort Mike. Helen had a great antenna for what was going on with our kids. She had a real skill to get them to open up and confide in her.”

: “I have a great antenna also, but I never knew how to approach the kids.”

“that’s where I believe our wives were different. They plowed through the discomfort, and we retreated from it.”

“Do you think our kids knew how much we loved them?”

“Depends on whether we told them, and showed them that it was true.”

: “I wish that I had been more open with my kids, but it seemed that there was never enough time. When I think of the hectic schedule that I kept for years, it’s hard to believe that I have so much free time.”

: “
:” Tell me about it.as a business consultant I averaged one hundred and sixty thousand air miles a year. In those days I longed for more time to engage in hobbies and other pursuits. Be careful what you wish for Mike.”

“What hobbies and pursuits?”

“I longed to spend the rest of my days writing the definitive tome on Irish cooking delights. I was going to explore the seven hundred ways one could prepare corned beef and cabbage.”

“Funny, I was thinking of devoting my golden years to writing the History of Italian War heroes.—- Come on smart ass be serious.”

“First hobby was golf, but it did not take long to realize that it was too late. My aging body could not make a proper turn for a beautiful swing. I hacked around for a few years but finally accepted the inevitable.’

: “and what other pursuits?”

mostly languages, I speak Italian, and some German and French but wanted to upgrade my skills. What about you?”

“I wanted to discover a vaccine that would prevent adults from being infected by the liberal virus. Once the onset occurs rational thought ceases, and senility takes over all behavior.”

“sometimes I wonder why I even grace you with my presence. How the hell did you get through Med. School?”

“I picked out an upperclassman with an Italian name, and thought if he can make it there’s no problem for me.”

Do you have any cyanide capsules on you? I need immediate relief from your delusions?”

“In fact I feared the so called Golden years. My work meant everything to me, and it gave me such purpose. The day I stopped practicing medicine was the beginning of a minor depression.”

“Why did you leave the practice?”

“partially because I could not physically keep up with the schedule. Also because my eyesight began to fail me. I realize now that other opportunities were available, but I did not spend the time to explore them.Also I wanted to spend every waking moment with Arlene”

Is it too late now to find alternatives?”

What would I do old buddy? Like you I am a prisoner ofl imited eyesight, and creaky knees. The days of opportunity are gone. The train has left the station.”

maybe you could assist the nurse practitioner here.”

“Besides giving the Directress diarrhea, I don’t think the Board of Directors would be crazy about that possibility. Besides I am a surgeon not a gerontologist.”

“Sometimes I think you are not so dumb.”

Remember I am also a Doctor.’

“A Ph. D does not count. You are not a real Doctor.”

But I am a hell of an imitation. Would you like to explore your possibilities?’

“I would love to have something meaningful to do, but there is nothing available.’

Alright Doctor it’s time for role reversal. What would you tell me if I were in your shoes?”

With your fat feet I would advise you to go bare foot , or buy new shoes.”

“Why do I bother?”

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Lost Purpose

“Part of the problem is that Arlene was involved in almost every part of my life. I knew her since the fifth grade. She was, and is connected to every stage except this one.”

Nodding his head Sal offers”You know what I miss the most? Her laugh, she thought I was the funniest man alive, and would howl at my stories even after she had heard them many times before.”

“I used to marvel at how many people were in Arlene’s network. She was constantly on the phone counseling, or listening to the joys and woes of her friends and family. At her funeral it seemed that everyone said that she was their best friend. The outpouring really helped, especially for the kids.”

“Amazing how many lives they touched. Helens’ colleagues at the hospital regaled us at the funeral home with stories about how she was always calm even in the midst of the emergency room crises.. For weeks after the funeral we received notes from grateful patients she had treated.”

Michael appears to be very serious and pauses before he speaks,

“You know Sal there are not many opportunities to talk about these things. I feel like I am talking to myself with you, because you have so many similar thoughts.”

“I think it’s a guy thing Mike, we were not raised in a world where men talked about loss and feelings.’

“I think the kids today are different and talk about things openly that we would have never considered raising. Even with Arlene, my kids would discuss topics that my parents would have been shocked to hear.”

:” It’s all about comfort Mike. Helen had a great antenna for what was going on with our kids. She had a real skill to get them to open up and confide in her.”

: “I have a great antenna also, but I never knew how to approach the kids.”

“that’s where I believe our wives were different. They plowed through the discomfort, and we retreated from it.”

“Do you think our kids knew how much we loved them?”

“Depends on whether we told them, and showed them that it was true.”

: “I wish that I had been more open with my kids, but it seemed that there was never enough time. When I think of the hectic schedule that I kept for years, it’s hard to believe that I have so much free time.”

: “
:” Tell me about it.as a business consultant I averaged one hundred and sixty thousand air miles a year. In those days I longed for more time to engage in hobbies and other pursuits. Be careful what you wish for Mike.”

“What hobbies and pursuits?”

“I longed to spend the rest of my days writing the definitive tome on Irish cooking delights. I was going to explore the seven hundred ways one could prepare corned beef and cabbage.”

“Funny, I was thinking of devoting my golden years to writing the History of Italian War heroes.—- Come on smart ass be serious.”

“First hobby was golf, but it did not take long to realize that it was too late. My aging body could not make a proper turn for a beautiful swing. I hacked around for a few years but finally accepted the inevitable.’

: “and what other pursuits?”

mostly languages, I speak Italian, and some German and French but wanted to upgrade my skills. What about you?”

“I wanted to discover a vaccine that would prevent adults from being infected by the liberal virus. Once the onset occurs rational thought ceases, and senility takes over all behavior.”

“sometimes I wonder why I even grace you with my presence. How the hell did you get through Med. School?”

“I picked out an upperclassman with an Italian name, and thought if he can make it there’s no problem for me.”

Do you have any cyanide capsules on you? I need immediate relief from your delusions?”

“In fact I feared the so called Golden years. My work meant everything to me, and it gave me such purpose. The day I stopped practicing medicine was the beginning of a minor depression.”

“Why did you leave the practice?”

“partially because I could not physically keep up with the schedule. Also because my eyesight began to fail me. I realize now that other opportunities were available, but I did not spend the time to explore them.Also I wanted to spend every waking moment with Arlene”

Is it too late now to find alternatives?”

What would I do old buddy? Like you I am a prisoner ofl imited eyesight, and creaky knees. The days of opportunity are gone. The train has left the station.”

maybe you could assist the nurse practitioner here.”

“Besides giving the Directress diarrhea, I don’t think the Board of Directors would be crazy about that possibility. Besides I am a surgeon not a gerontologist.”

“Sometimes I think you are not so dumb.”

Remember I am also a Doctor.’

“A Ph. D does not count. You are not a real Doctor.”

But I am a hell of an imitation. Would you like to explore your possibilities?’

“I would love to have something meaningful to do, but there is nothing available.’

Alright Doctor it’s time for role reversal. What would you tell me if I were in your shoes?”

With your fat feet I would advise you to go bare foot , or buy new shoes.”

“Why Do I bother?”

“Because I am still cute”

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Still Miss Them

“That night was the beginning of my living again, and also his words helped me with Helen’s death.
:” I’m intrigued with your affection for Jack. What was he like?”

“I could regale you for hours with Jack stories.”
“So regale me, all I have is time.”

“Two examples of his zaniness stand out in my mind. The first is that one night we are in lay clothes. No collars just suits and ties in New York City. It’s the middle of winter and Jack decides that we should go to a restaurant in New York that has great Italian food and opera performers. When we get there the place is mobbed with a long waiting line to get in. Jack tells me to take my overcoat off and drape it on my shoulders Italian style. He goes past the line into the restaurant. A few minutes later the owner comes out and escorts me into the restaurant and seats us at the front table. I speak Italian but he would know that I am not native born so I said”When I am in America I only speak English.I whispered to Jack” What the hell did you tell this guy” I told him that you were the famous Italian Heart surgeon. I said” are you nuts what if someone has a heart attack?”
Murph never batted an eye he said: “just jump on his chest and start pounding.”

“You may be right he sounds a little like Maniac.”

“The second story occurred in Greece. We arrived at the dock to catch the boat to Hydra a few minutes late. Jack bribed a local fisherman to catch the large ship. When we
arrived at the ship he told me to put on sunglasses and wait until he returned. After about ten minutes three sailors come down the ladder and escort me to a private deck. The entire trip people were leaning over the rail to the deck taking my pictures. Jack had told the captain that he was forbidden to tell them who I was because of national security. The entire trip people were leaning over the deck to take my picture,”

“I think that Jack would have fit into the old neighborhood.”

:’ In some ways he was like Father Reynolds. Jack was a magnet for anyone who was a little off center. One night about three a.m the phone rings in the rectory I answered it and a woman asks for Fr. Jack. I asked her if it was an emergency, and she says” Whenever I have a problem I speak with my husband, my boyfriend, my psychiatrist or Father Jack. Tonight I didn’t know who to speak with so I put their names in a hat and pulled out Fr. Jacks’ name. I asked her to wait walked into Jacks bedroom woke him up and said” Wake up Jack you just won a raffle.”

When someone like that dies a piece of you goes with them. Death was a frequent part of our lives, but its’ different when it’s someone you love.”

Helen’s death was so much like Jack’s in that it was a total shock I could not bear the early evening without her. The loss was enormous, but the months after the funeral were worse. I realize now that I did everything possible to avoid going home at night.”

“It’s so hard to visit places that were special for us. Her favorite restaurant at the Shore was the Golden Lantern. We used to eat there at least twice a month, but I haven’t been near the place since she died.”

“I feel incomplete without her. I don’t brood about it, but the ache is always there.”

“So true, the pain comes and goes, and doesn’t have an expiration date. It’s not just the holidays; it could be a song, a place or seeing someone that we both knew.”

“In our culture you are allowed a brief mourning period, and then everyone goes back to their routines leaving you to grieve by yourselfI have been through so many personal tragedies and Arlene was my anchor going through the grief. Now my anchor is gone and it is so foreign not to have her be with me like in the past.My kids help but there is no replacing her..”

: “my daughter Mary looks so much like Arlene, and has so many of her qualities.”

true of my kids also they are the image of their mother. Those Irish genes overshadow the Italian names I gave my kids.”

“That’s because we are a superior people.”

There are not a lot of opportunities to talk about my wife any more. The kids talk about her, but no one else mentions her.”

“I think people believe that it will cause us pain to talk about them, so they avoid it.”

: “Yeah, when I mention her there is usually silence or a quick change to another topic.”

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Lingering Grief

The next day Mike and Sal are having coffee in the late afternoon. They are both seated at a table.Michael while stirring his coffee seems deep in thought.

“I saw a woman in the lobby this morning that looked just like Arlene when she was fifty. I was stunned by her appearance, and it set off all kind of memories.” Michael paused and his voice cracked- It’s the little things that I miss. Like her touching my hair as she passed when I was reading in a chair. Or meeting her for a movie and sandwich after work. I find it’s the nights that are the most difficult, It’s amazing how lonely you can be in your own home. Everything in that place was a constant reminder that she was no longer there. Sal when does it stop hurting? There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss Arlene. There is always something that reminds me of her.”

“. I still have Helen’s number on my cell phone and there are times when I forget that she is dead and go to call her.”

:Michael nods in total agreement with Sal’s thoughts “The good part for me is that I always knew that I was the luckiest man alive. The bad part is that I still feel guilty about my inability to save her. Christ I probably know more about ovarian cancer than anyone alive. I spent endless hours trying to find a glimmer of hope, and every time I thought I was on the right track I would run into a blind alley. I took her to the best oncologists in the country, but it made no difference I even looked at every homeopathic treatment as well as nutritional and herb medicine but in reality none of it mattered..”

“I’m sure that you did more than anyone could do.”

: “I even resorted to bargaining.”

“Bargaining?”

“Yes bargaining with God. If he would spare her ,I would commit myself to being a better person. In the end all I wound up with was a sense of failure and guilt.”

“At a serious moment like this I hesitate to tell you that Italians do not suffer from the disease of guilt. We have willed it to the Irish and the Jews.”

“Did you feel anything like that when Helen died?”

“I experienced an anger that was totally foreign to me. I was angry at everything and everybody. Hell I was even angry at her for dying. How stupid is that?”

“Gee, I thought I was the only one that felt that way. What did you do with that anger?”
“Initially I buried myself in my work ,and when I wasn’t at work I would drink a little too much wine. The wine consumption didn’t last long because I recognized that was a road that led to nowhere. Being with my kids helped a lot because I could see the wonderful job that Helen had done with them. They both reflect all of the great qualities that she possessed.”

“Do they have any of your qualities?”

“I’m sure they do, but they are more like their Mother.”

“You would think that with our background death would be something we would understand and deal with better than most.”

“I think that’s based on a misnomer that being a priest or doctor insulates us from pain. We are just like anyone else; when death comes it sears our souls just like anyone else. I first learned that when Jack died at age 29 in an auto accident.”

“Who was Jack?”

: “He was a priest that I was stationed with in the parish. Murph, as I affectionately called him, had this angelic Irish face but in many ways he was like our friend maniac.
I had left the parish for graduate work in Rome when I received the news about his death. It hit me like a brick. I went home for the funeral, but it was months later that the grief overwhelmed me.”

“Were you in Rome at that time?”

“No I was in Vienna studying with Dr. Viktor Frankl.”

“The guy who wrote “Mans search for meaning”?”

“The same. One night I went to his office ,and for two hours just dumped my heartache and confusion in his lap. Now you have to realize that not only was he in a German concentration camp, but he also lost most of his family. He listened ,and never said a word until I was done, and then he said two things that changed my life. He said” You feel such pain because you loved Jack ‘ There will come a moment in time when you will have to chose between emotionally getting in the grave with Jack or choosing to live again. From what you have said if you choose to bury yourself with him I don’t think you really understood what a life force he was.”

“God that’s profound.”

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The Quiz

Sal is reading a magazine when Mike walks in. He appears to be agitated
“What’s the reason for the grumpy face?”
“I was balled out this morning for smoking in my room. I was told that if the smoking continues I am in violation of the bullshit paper I signed when I came here.”

“The smoking police will find you no matter where you go.”

“It reminds of when we were kids in the drugstore. You could out loud order cigarettes but you had to ask for condoms in a whisper. Now you can loudly order condoms but you have to whisper to buy smokes.”
You don’t have to worry about condoms. Even a snake charmer could not get your snake to rise.”
“You would be surprised. I am still dangerous.”
““In your dreams.”

One of the nurses told me that Mrs. Toffler caught two of the residents making love in a bedroom yesterday. She informed their families that they were engaging in inappropriate behavior. Maybe that’s what she needs a good roll in the sack.”

Typical male, you think that’s the solution to all problems.”

“It might be in her case; she is the all time tight ass. When you visit she gives you and your family the Mary Poppins routine but the second you live her she is like the warden in a full security prison.”

“Are you speaking professionally Doctor? Will you fill the prescription yourself?”

“No, but if she stays on my case I will find a way to piss her off royally.”

“I may become your accomplice because she pisses me off also. As a way for you to chill out now I think you should take this quiz with me.”

“What quiz?”

This one in the magazine. It is based on Dickens’s Christmas Carol.”

“And I thought Toffler was a pain in the ass.”

“Come on it will take your mind off all this trivial crap.”

“Maybe they should have three classes of people in this zoo. Those who are out to lunch, normal people like me and touchy feely nerds like you.”
Come on Scrooge, participate. First question, looking back on your past when were you the happiest?”

: “When I wasn’t forced to participate in bullshit quizzes.”

Come on be serious.”

Mike:” (Pauses and appears to be thinking) I guess there were a couple of times. When we were hanging out as kids on the corner, and when I was first married.”

“Second, part of the question is what made them happy?’

“I guess it was like being part of a place where people really knew and cared about you.. There was a commonality. Everyone was kind of equal, and cut from the same cloth. Our lives were simple, but we always had each other. I could not have named it my community at that time, but it was. Do you remember when we had six guys in a car all smoking at the same time? We would cruise the streets looking to pick up girls. If anyone was crazy enough to get in the car where the hell would we fit them?”

“The other time was the days and months right after Arlene and I were married. We didn’t have a pot to piss in but every purchase or event seemed special. I remember one time we went to the Philadelphia airport to watch the planes land and take off. We sat there mesmerized for hours and didn’t spend a penny.”

I can relate to those experiences but for diversity’s sake I will choose when my kids were small. In the beginning I was terrified but once John survived and was thriving my confidence as a father grew.. Both kids were such joys, and I loved watching each day be a new adventure for them. I think part of that wonder rubbed off on me.

The other time was when I taught high school juniors.”

: “What’s so great about teaching kids? Isn’t it just hormone control at that age?’

“For one thing when you teach kids you see things that you thought you understood in a deeper way. Also the kids I taught were bright and challenging.”

Sal picks up the magazine and continues.

: “What were some regrets in your past?”

That’s easy, I regret meeting Sal La Greca, because if I didn’t know him I would not be subjected to this asshole quiz.”

I will ignore the source, and take a leadership role in answering the question I am sure if you pondered the question for a while many would jump out. There are two that are immediate. The first is when I was eleven years old. One night about nine thirty my friend Bobby Smith came to my house. When I opened the door he said” my Father dropped dead, and my mother sent me to the store to get a quart of milk.” I said that I was sorry, but did not know what to do. He stayed for a couple of minutes,” and then left. I have regretted to this day that I did not go to the store with him..”

“But you were just a kid.”

I know that but the memory sticks in my gut to this day.’

:” What was your other regret?”

:” I adored my grandmother, but she could not speak any English. One day she was taking me to the Italian section for food shopping. She loved to make me home made pizza. While we were waiting for the bus two teen age boys started making fun of the old guinea lady” . She smiled and thought they were being friendly, but they were taunting her. I was embarrassed and afraid, so I acted as if I didn’t know her. This wonderful loving person had never done anything but care for me ,and I denied knowing her. I felt so guilty and mad at myself for not sticking up for her.”

Again you were a child, and it was an unrealistic expectation for you to be a hero at that time. You always tease me about Irish guilt and I have my share. One of my biggest regrets is not taking Arlene to Ireland until she was dying. In the beginning I didn’t have the money ,and later I didn’t have the time.We made the trip three months before she died, and despite her deteriorating health it is a wonderful memory for me.”

.. Any other regrets from the past?”

There was a long pause and it was obvious that the question had hit an emotional nerve.) There is a major family issue that I am not ready to discuss.”

Go ahead, it will do you good.”
It was obvious that Mike was annoyed at Sal’s persistence.”” I don’t want to discuss it and that’s that.”

O.k. Mike I understand.”

:” I think I’ve had enough of this quiz,”

Mike stands up and leaves the room.

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Search for Continued Meaning

“That’s because you haven’t completed your project in Arts and Crafts.”

Looking at his hands Mike shakes his head.These hands have countless times performed life saving surgery, and now they are the robotic hands for stringing beads. “Do you believe that crap? Making useless shit just to keep us busy, I was a professional with a huge practice making life and death decisions, and now I’m gluing Popsicle sticks together.”
Sal is concerned that although a good deal of time has passed Mike has not adjusted to life .What else could you do?”

“That’s just it; you can only read or watch so much television. Conversation in the great room is like my first days as an intern. Everyone is sharing their medical history in the middle of burps and farting sounds. I’m beginning to think that going home is less dangerous than the daily gas attacks in that room. Talk about carbon limits. Cows don’t give off as much gas as the residents. What the hell do you do all day?”
“I mostly spent time on my computer. It’s an endless source of information, plus I still keep up with friends and colleagues on e mail.”
:“Bullshit, you probably watch porno all day.”
You don’t have to watch porno on the computer just look at the ads on T.V.” “yeah like the boner ads- The real reason the guy can’t get it up is because he’s sitting in a tub of cold water. His pecker has shrunk from the cold.”

“And how about the part that talks to the problem with a four hour woody. Call a doctor? Shit, call an ambulance for his partner. She’s probably dead.”
‘Four Hours? Shit you could do the whole neighborhood.”

“The pharmaceutical business has more syndromes that one could imagine. Shaky leg syndrome, limp dick, bleeding hemorrhoids, constant belching and farting ,frequent or infrequent peeing. The side affects are death, diarrhea, or you can’t poop for a year. Then they tell you this rarely happens. Hell the cure is worse than the syndrome. So much of it is marketing hype.”

: “you think that’s new information for me. Some of the drugs are life savers, but there’s a lot of me too compounds that aren’t any better than the competition.”
“we are digressing Mike what could make it better for you here?”
“If I knew that Dr. Phil I would not be climbing the walls.”

Attempting to connect Mike to his incredible life history he pursues options. “Have you thought about writing your memoirs? You have had a very interesting
life., Med school, being a surgeon, Vietnam ,father, husband, die hard conservative.”“ Funny when your going through your life you don’t think that there is anything unique about it, and then you get to our age and you think” What the hell happened?’ Where did it all go?’ I think there is also the conviction that it’s all been said. What the hell do I have to offer?.”

“I don’t believe that it’s all been said because your experience is singular. No one has ever lived and perceived life exactly as you have.”
: “Christ, Dr. Phil you are really good. How much do I owe you for this counseling session?”
“Just leave a ton of unmarked bills in an envelope on my bed.”

“You can take the man out of Jersey City, but you can’t take the Jersey City out of the man. You immediately go to the pay for play shit that we grew up in. My whole family at one point in time had no show jobs working for the city. My cousin Tommy was appointed the commissioner of weights and measures. At the news conference a reporter asked him jokingly Tommy how many ounces in a pound? My dumbo cousin thinks it’s a real question and answers” Hey, first day on the job give me a break.” If you put him and his three brothers together you would have one brain.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. Tell us the stories of Jersey City .”

“A lot of the stories center on our parish and the corner.”

: “I have a few of my own. Do you remember Fr. Reynolds?”

Yeah he was a great guy and a magnet for people who were a little off center.”

One day a visiting priest is in his confessional box. One of Fr. Reynolds regulars comes in with a serious speech impediment. Booming through the church tha guy says”ooo yee ya ya vam noo and on and on. The priest doesn’t know what the hell the guy is saying and finally in total frustration says” Whatever the hell you did don’t do it again.”

“Almost like our crowd going to the Polish parish to confess to the polish priest. Do you Still go to confession?.”

“It’s been quite a while.”
“Shit, at our age what the hell do we have to confess?”

Rumor has it that you’ve been lusting after the gorgeous night nurse.”

: “Hell that and a good breakfast would kill me.”

Yeah but what a great way to die.

“I’m leaving because being with you is an occasion of sin.”

Mike stands up and leaves. Sal gives him a mock blessing.

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Probing Conversation

I think the usual nervousness occurs in every occupation. In my case the nervousness was fueled by my enthusiasm. The first person in the confessional got all my years of seminary learning. I went on and on and on. When I finished the guy said” I’m almost deaf Father could you repeat that?”
Mike laughs Actually the guy was lucky he was deaf.”
“Thanks smart ass., My favorite screw up centers on my ability to speak Italian. It was known in the parish that I had this facility, so all the old Italian ladies would come to me for confession. Some spoke difficult dialects, but mostly I could understand them. Once this old woman confessed, and I could barely understand the dialect, but I presumed her sins were minor. When she finished I told her in Italian to say three Hail Mary’s. There was silence, and again she went on and on in this difficult dialect. I was somewhat impatient, but again gently told her to say three Hail Mary’s.

The following Sunday I an standing in front of the Church greeting the parishioners as they enter the Church, and one of my favorite persons ,Elaine Mone approaches me and she is laughing hysterically. She said” last night my Mother went to you for confession. She told you that when she goes to Mass she almost always has this urge to move her bowels. She asked you what she should do. You told her twice to say three Hail Mary’s.”

Although the story is humorous Mike appears to be serious. “God even then you were out to lunch. Sal can I ask you a tough question?”

: “Sure, why not? “
Hesitating mike asks: “Did you leave the priesthood because you lost your faith?”

Not the least bit surprised or annoyed by the question Sal responds with a question of his own. “What do you mean by Faith?”

“Come on you know what I’m talking about the Catholic Faith that we both grew up with. Did you just lose that along the way?”

“It depends on how you define faith Mike. I never bought into a lot of the rigid hocus pocus stuff. For me it was all about the Beatitudes the words of Christ in the Sermon on the Mount. The rest of the trappings were
part of the official institution that I never believed.. As the years went by, I could not live within those parameters. It wasn’t out of anger, but I felt that for me to continue would have been hypocritical. I don’t believe that I ever lost my faith.”

Somewhat skeptical of Sal’s response “That seems like you became a cafeteria Christian picking out only the things you like, and gave up the baby with the bath water. I don’t understand how you could walk away from such a gift We all revered the priests when we were kids.”

“Should I have stayed because of the expectations of others? Doesn’t conscience and personal responsibility have a part to play in one’s life?”

Frowning there is a tinge of annoyance at Sals response.”There is too much of that personal responsibility bullshit in the world today. I think that when ever we are faced with tough moral choices it’s fashionable to fall back on the conscience bit. Do you still believe in God?”

Pausing realizing that there is absolute interest by Mike and it is so genuine. “ It depends on which day you ask that question. There are days when down to my socks I am convinced that there is a God, and other days when it all seems like a fairy tale. It’s not that I don’t want to believe, I do, but it comes and goes.”

When I was in the sixth grade I was to serve the early bird mass. It was winter and the night was absolutely still and beautiful. Walking from my home I gazed at the stars and was mesmerized by their beauty, there were millions of them. When I reached the Church, all the candles were lit and it was almost a mystical moment When I went out on the altar I had a feeling that God was on my shoulder. I would love to have that feeling everyday.”

“But maybe you can have it, pride and intellect may be in the way. I can’t prove the existence of God in some scientific way, but I believe, and that belief is a leap. That’s what faith is. Maybe it’s time for you to come back Sal. You’re n not getting any younger, and this may be the perfect time to reconnect.”

“In a way I envy you Mike because your belief allows you to have a place to put everything in your life. If there is pain you can offer up the suffering. If there is joy you can thank God for your blessings. The absence of that is not something I relish, but I can’t buy in because it takes away all the questions”.

: “I just don’t get why you would discard this wondrous gift that has been given to you. Hell you’re obviously a guy who gives a shit about everyone so, I am not making any judgment about your character. If you said that you gave up the Priesthood because of Celibacy I could understand that, but doubt is part of being a believer. It would be easy if there was some magic trick that God could perform to convince us.”

Celibacy did not play a major role in my decision. I had already left the ministry in my heart and head before I met Helen.Actually saying I left the ministry is not entirely true. I left the formal ministry, but feel as deeply obligated to live the spirit of the gospels as to when I was an active Priest.”

“The Church is my rock Sal,I t got me through major personal losses as well as Vietnam.I experienced things there that still cause night sweats.Prayer and faith allowed me to work daily on the mangled bodies of young men. And one of the joys is that I believe that I will see Arlene again when I die. It is such a comfort for me to know that.”

“Your answer for what happens after death is one of the great bonuses of being a believer. There are days when I feel that I will see all of my loved ones again, and days when I think its’ all a fantasy.”

“But Sal that’s what faith is, a leap into the unknown. What harm is there in letting yourself go?. You once believed this with all of your heart, and if you are willing, He will touch your heart again. You may think it’s corny but I pray that you will find the gift again.”
: “I don’t think it’s corny, and I appreciate it.”

“Christ, maybe I should have been the priest.”

“With your religious convictions there would be more children in the world. You would have all of the Catholics in your parish playing Catholic roulette. Do you know what they call the “Rhythm method? Pregnancy”

“Let’s go have lunch before I ring your liberal neck.”

Chapter 3

Scene: Mike has been at Fox Hill for a month. Sal is worried that he has had trouble adjusting. He visits Mike at Breakfast. The two men are seated having breakfast.

: “
Christ it’s so boring here, very day seems like a month.”

“What’s your schedule like Mike
“well about 6:30 a.m . I piss like a racehorse, and about 7:15 I take an enormous dump.”
Sal grimaced at the graphic toilet habits of his buddy.
“That’s more information than I need, but at least your personal toilet seems to have adjusted: “

: “No that’s the problem. I don’t wake up until 8.”

“Asshole, when am I going to learn? Can you be serious for one minute? How are you really doing?”

MikeThe smile fades and Mike admits: I am bored to tears, it seems like I’ve been here for years.”

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Shared Past

Wistfully with a touch of personal guilt Sal said:” I kind of lost track of you after you went to Seton Hall”

“As I did you.: I went to med school at Jefferson.in Philadelphia”

Trying to probe his memory Sal thought for what information he had received along the way. “I heard that you were a physician from Johnny Wochna. I thought, oh Christ I hope he doesn’t kill someone.”

Smiling Mike decides to break the rules reaches for a cigarette and takes a long drag.”You don’t know the half of it. My internship began with a stint in Jefferson hospital emergency room. It literally began with a bang. A jealous woman caught her boyfriend with a woman in bed and shot his penis off. I’m standing looking at this poor bastard with his private gone ,and I’m thinking this is not what my Mother had in mind for her son the Doctor.”
Grimacing and feeling a twinge in his loins Sal asks “did the guy die?”
: “no but his days as an alley cat ended,, even the new love potions would not have helped him.
The day after the pecker incident I moved to a safer area. I’m making rounds, and a 66 year old man named Mr. Bergman is my first patient. I greet him with my usual” good morning Mr. Bergman how are you today?” The guy looks fine, and before he can answer he makes a grunting sound and dies in front of me. I think holy shit I didn’t even touch the guy.”
I followed this masterful act of life saving by delivering a baby that afternoon. A cab driver brought a woman in, and she was about six seconds from delivering. I position myself, and the baby comes out and I missed it and it went right into the pail. The woman is asking is it a boy or girl, and I’m trying to retrieve the baby from the pail.”

“Christ you were a disaster”

“After my initial successes in Cardiology and child delivery I moved to attending broken bones. I put a cast on this guys leg, and forgot to put the gauze on before the plaster.
When the poor bastard came back to get the cast off I took tons of skin with the plaster removal. The guy says does it always hurt this much? I lied and said it’s usually worse.
I topped this orthopedic feat by building a walking cast for a middle aged woman. I couldn’t get both sides even, so I kept adding plaster. The damn thing was so heavy that when I finished she could not lift her leg. I gave her crutches until she got used to the cast.
Actually It did get better and at one point I was no longer a public health disaster.”

“When you finished where did you go?”
I did a residency in surgery at Bellvue Hospital in New York until Uncle Sam called. I eventually would up in Vietnam.”

Mike puts out his cigarette, and although it is quite cold out opens the window and attempts to wave the smoke out of the room. “How about you? I heard from maniac that you were ordained a priest.

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Memories

Chapter 2

It is incredible what a difference has occurred in Sal’s behavior the last few months. The feeling of being energized and looking forward to the activities and positive benefits of Fox Hill
Ever since Michael had arrived Sal felt more connected to Fox Hill and life in general.The pattern of eating meals in his room had vanished and he and Michael spent a good part of everyday together. This morning they had breakfast in the main dining room being extremely careful not to occupy any of the seats that had been assigned by God to certain territorial residents. After breakfast they moseyed down to the mail center and then took up residence in the pool room. Sal shuffled through the usual countless requests for funds and the Holiday greetings from everyone that ever had his name in file for a purchase. Michel on the other hand seemed absorbed in a letter and his smile turned into a belly laugh.
Pushing aside his boring pile of correspondence Sal asked “What the hell is so funny?”

: “It’s this letter from Tommy Fallon”
“The maniac? Is he in prison or has he been granted asylum by Putin?”
“Yeah and he’s as nutty as ever listen to this.Only the maniac would write in this vein

Dear Mike, you old fart,
You are the forerunner of legions of old people that eventually will be prisoners like you in Fox Hill. You must lead a good example by living the tenets of behavior that you learned in Jersey City. Because of your advanced age, and limited mental capability you may have forgotten the tenets so I have enclosed them.

Never shit a shitter.

If you have hair growing out of every orifice, shave your ass and walk backwards.

Never date anyone that looks like 10 pounds of shit in a five pound bag.

Never pass a bathroom.

Never waste an erection.

Never presume it is just a fart.

Never eat breakfast with someone that is uglier than a bag of assholes.

If you live by these tenets your waning days will be golden instead of yellow or brown.

I will visit you as soon as I remember who the hell you are.

Love and kisses,

Tommy “Maniac”.
Sal took the letter from Mike and laughed out loud

Boy does that bring back memories of the gang on the corner “He was the craziest bastard in the whole neighborhood.”

Both men are now fully engaged in laughter and Mike is having trouble speaking. Finally he gains control. “You don’t know the half of it. Let me refresh your memory about some of his legendary feats.

One Saint Patty’s day he smuggled a woodsman’s saw into a suite at the Biltmore hotel. To the cheers of many drunks he sawed the piano in half.

The following St.Patty’s day he was arrested for running naked through the Lincoln Tunnel

Slapping his knee he wipes the tears from his eyes, Just hearing about him really gets my juices going.”

Pensive for a moment Mike places the letter on the table. “Like you I really miss those days. There was such togetherness with all the guys on the corner. I would not have known enough to call it community then, but that’s what it was. I always felt like I belonged to something special It was like that sitcom Cheers a place where everybody knew your name,”
Sharing common feelings Sal has been touched by Mikes words. “Yeah every guy was a part of my family. I don’t think I ever had it to that degree with the exception of my personal family. My suburban life consisted of being nice to a group of strangers. Shit I spent more time talking about my lawn then anything else.”

That’s true Sal “I was blessed with countless friends along the way, but with the exception of Vietnam I never felt as rooted as I did on the corner.”

“It’s amazing since you came here it has unleashed a ton of memories and stories about those days. I’ve had names pop into my head that I haven’t seen in over 50 years.
Turtle, Chinkie, Beaky ,Octopus, Dinty and Lodi. Of all of them I most remember Lodi. He constantly walked as if he had a load in his pants.”

“Yeah a lot of our characters had politically incorrect names but they fit like a glove. Especially Dinty. We thought of him as one of us even though he was mentally challenged. He was a living example of how the neighborhood took care of its’ own.”

The memories were exploding and it was as though the Maniacs letter had triggered an immediate connection to their past, “My favorite Dinty story took place one year at Midnight Mass. In the middle of the service which of course was in Latin, Dinty stood up and shouted” Speak English you sneaky bastard.” Everyone laughed even Fr. Reynolds and those around Dinty politely asked him not to do it again.”

“We all watched out for him and when his father died Bert Burke and I offered to be pallbearers. After his Father was buried he lived in the same house, he never actually worked but people brought him food everyday. He died 10 years ago but never spent a day in an institution.”

Looking at his wrinkled hands Sal shakes his head “God there has been so much time that has passed since the Dinty days.

“Hard to believe that the Dinty days were so many years ago.”

The banter had become slower and more thoughtful as each man reflected on the value of those days and perhaps for the first time a yearning to be rooted again. “We were together 24/ 7 and then all of a sudden we were all scattered.”

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