I am a romantic. It was not always thus. I had once been a self-prescribed pragmatist. I wouldn’t be surprised if life with Burt is what turned me into a sentimental sort. I’m sure it has. When we met, I was determined to find a life partner. I was lonely living alone and it was time. IContinue reading “Isn’t It Romantic”
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Things change
New York is a dynamic town. I discovered today that it’s Deutsche Bank [not Constantinople, er not Time Warner] Center. Shocking, these changes. Burt and I spent a lot of time at the Time Warner Center enjoying dinner or a jazz performance or both. For our anniversary or Valentine’s or a birthday one year weContinue reading “Things change”
All those good years
I promise that I will continue to write about Burt’s struggles as I heal from the reeling loss of him. Heal is the wrong word, so is reel to be honest. It hurts but it’s not a pain you want to cure. It will dull on its own and I will feel that relief. InContinue reading “All those good years”
Revisiting
On my respites during Burt’s journey, I had avoided going where we had been together. Now, in his absence, these are the most welcome destinations. I am soothed by going where we had gone together.
We met
Just a month into our first year together, Burt made it his mission to give my apartment a makeover. Once refurbished, it would be our apartment. I found a contractor whose credentials included solid quirkiness. Every few days, we were asked for more money to keep the project going. Burt was paying for the workContinue reading “We met”
Meant to be
Burt did a favor for Angelo one day in 1990. He went to drop off something at the Puck Building. He noticed a freebie newspaper on the premises. The NY Press had an, also free, personal ad section. Intrigued, Burt worked on his pitch. I was in the market. Burt’s ad was tailor-made to myContinue reading “Meant to be”
Hats!
My friend ACJ said you got Burt a lot of hats. Well, his grandpa was a haberdasher. The other was a mason, but I never bought him a brick. Burt, it turns out, got me a lot of hats, too. From the selection as I rummaged this morning, I chose the peaky cap he’d gottenContinue reading “Hats!”
So many reminders
Thank you, Burton Missing Burt has been a natural if sad pastime; these last couple of months, the memory of him has accompanied me as I once again roam our town. I tread the paths we walked over the years. Yesterday, I felt like he was definitely with me in familiar and some new places.Continue reading “So many reminders”
Got you covered
On Sunday, I wore the hat Burt bought me on the UWS when we were walking on Broadway; it had started to drizzle, no rain just a dampness. He got me a cap at one of those emporia near 72nd Street. It was expensive by my standards of headgear. It was not a street vendor’sContinue reading “Got you covered”
More on that video
The combination of events, my uncovery of the video of Burt a day after our party for him, still tickles me. I am revisiting the occasion of our conversation, listening to it many times over. I also enjoy imagining it and retelling its script. It is rife with the essence of Burt. Chatty, relishing hisContinue reading “More on that video”
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