His
30’s
One
night in April of 1968, in a bar on the upper east
side of Manhattan called Mr. Laugh’s, my Dad, 30
at the time, spied a wiry, pretty, dark haired 24
year old woman that he’d wound up talking to the
entire night. They found out that they had worked
at Met Life together and thought that they
recognized each other. 9 months later they were
married, on Dec. 7 1968, and that woman, my Mom,
was with him until his last day.
Dad
was studying German language in graduate school at
nights in hope of becoming a college professor. He
discontinued his studies when compulsory
collegiate language education was discontinued,
thinking it would be difficult to get a professor
job.
On
August 22, 1969 I was born and on Sept 17, 1970,
my brother Steven was born- we were Irish twins.
Those years were happy years. We lived in College
Point, Queens in an apartment next to my
Grandmother’s (believe me, we were well fed).
Dad would commute to the city every day and always
make it home in time for family dinner.
