Tag Archives: #Burt
Help is on the way (rerun)
As a caregiver, it’s easy (and way too common) to feel alone on the journey. In many ways, we are. The idea that no one is coming to our rescue when we are in the throes of a Lewy episode; the feeling that the worst moments are the ones only we can handle is provocative.Continue reading “Help is on the way (rerun)”
Reviewing photo albums
Burt’s on top of it
From August 2024 The “job search” seems to have ended in a mystery job. Mystery to me, at least, but it is vague to Burt as well. He wants me to get him business cards (albeit they’re round, as he describes them). He assigns numbers to his staff, and I am #1 tomorrow, then #2Continue reading “Burt’s on top of it”
Rakish
It’s a Sunday pastime of mine, going through photos, looking for the one or dozen that tickle me the most.
Watch Burt talks coffee break 2023
This is one of two videos I have of Burt. Two videos in which I can hear his voice. The cellphone has me made others with the phone’s choice of musical score. I uploaded this to my Vimeo feed today. Click below to see (and hear): There’s two people involved, Burt tells me. It’s aContinue reading “Watch Burt talks coffee break 2023”
He was such a Fan-boy
Burt loved meeting actors. It was easily done. This is NYC, after all, and actors walk among us. My contribution was recognizing the stars. Burt did the chatting. For his 84th (surprise) birthday party, I invited two actors whose resumes crossed paths with very famous entertainers. Bob’s stories amused him, but that day he wasContinue reading “He was such a Fan-boy”
One day
Today, I met my friends for a post street fair meal at Matsui and walked home along York. At 75th Street, I detoured to the path by the FDR, the spot commemorated in the picture of Burt above. Memories stretch in all directions. I have lots of these heading every which way but this oneContinue reading “One day”
Memories of Burt, Always Burt
Once upon a time, Burt and I had been at a Mets game [there were lots of Mets games] and I have a picture sitting on a shelf next to a more recent photo of us together on 78th St. Both good memories, juxtaposed to make me smile. Like a before and after. Just notContinue reading “Memories of Burt, Always Burt”
It’s one year since Burt passed
Looking at the wedding photos hanging over my kitchen table, I realize that I am beaming. I’m stupid-giddy in these photos. This night, I raise my glass of Polar club soda in a toast to him for that happiest day; then to us both for all the great years we shared. Someone I met whileContinue reading “It’s one year since Burt passed”
