It’s a Sunday pastime of mine, going through photos, looking for the one or dozen that tickle me the most.
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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”
Always here
Are memories a way of keeping Burt near? His presence remains in my heart, but when I remember where we had been together, it’s as if he were actually with me, not just in spirit. Could I always have practiced this total recall? Was that much always available to me? And where do these memoriesContinue reading “Always here”
Feels good
Pulling out some nice pieces from the dresser, I realize if its got a label, it was a gift from Burt. When I say label, I refer to name brands, like Sigrid Olsen or Jones New York. The clothes that I bought for me tend to be either unknowns or Old Navy. Burt’s gifts toContinue reading “Feels good”
How we grieve
Is mourning dependent on what we believe? Do our beliefs influence how we grieve? Is there something inexplicable about death, dying, and about mourning? My atheism runs up against my genuine sense that Burt’s always with me. I mean literally, I feel his presence. Spirits and souls are antithetical to the beliefs of an atheist. Yet, thereContinue reading “How we grieve”
Last night, Burt and I took a walk
It was a dream, of course, and quite lovely. And elaborate. Last night, I dreamt that Burt and I were out walking. We took a short cut through the lobby of a hotel, maybe one I’ve dreamt of before, but not in a long while. It was like my dream version of the Williams Club. Continue reading “Last night, Burt and I took a walk”
this is our life 