One early evening one Monday past, this kid from Queens was exactly where he wanted to be. Still thought of myself as kid, too. Forever young, heh. Oh, I had been reminded from friends and family. I’d allowed myself this license much longer than I was entitled. The day before that Monday, Mother’s Day, was a hard reminder. We went to the cemetery for my dad’s unveiling. Of course, he’s next to my mom. My wife Carol and my two twenty-something year- old daughters heard Rabbi Rothberger officiate and honor my dad. Rabbi Rothberger was Ricky to me when he was a youngster growing up in the neighborhood I had lived in for the past twenty-nine years.
Our seasons together
