This was the end to a nearly flawless week split between Middletown and Brooklyn. Thursday night I left the Goldsmith Cinema humming all the different anthems permanently tattooed in my brain after a lifetime of watching MGM's iconic smash-up of fairy tales, Tin Pan Alley schmaltz and American Gothic nostalgia - "The Wizard of Oz". The difference ( Read more... )

The Rector was away again this week. You can feel the difference it makes for her family not to see her her in the chancel on Sunday morning. I'd have considered it another missed opportunity to sit on that side of the sanctuary, but for the fact that somethng else happened that was even more remarkable: The Bings sat down right beside me for ( Read more... )

This was a return to the scene of the crime of the Witzger-Donner Party forced march of five years ago when the St. Mke's YAs attempted to design a course suitable for both their parents and that age group and young people as well. Unfortunately, despite teh kids best efforts, many of the geezers (myself included) found themselves struggling within ( Read more... )

Well, not really. It's only brunch and I figure a date is not really a date before Happy Hour. Nevertheless, the titular head of the young adults of St. Michael's is quite a catch: baritone; barrel-chested; thick black hair that turns curly when he goes too long without a haircut. And, he'll be coming from the gym. I can smell the pheromones

Just de-friended Huggy Bear. This relationship has been on life support ever since our trip to South Africa imploded [Note to Self: Never Trust a White Person Who Needs Free Legal Advice And Then Complains About It Afterward.]

Made a Big Move this morning by actually sitting in the same pew as Simon fka Baby Jesus fka Hometown Boy (let's face it, he looks like a Simon.) He was alone once again and I could not help but notice that he had a small knapsack leaning by his feet. For whatever reason, that is a clue that the young adults have a monthly brunch scheduled ( Read more... )

Well, it only took two years ( Read more... )

Arrived at church in the middle of the Gospel reading and when it was over walked over to the Gospel end of the sanctuary to take a seat as close to Hometown Boy as possible. However, it wasn't until after everyone had sat down that I realized Hometown had switched sides and was now seated on the Epistle side right in front of Frank Lee and next to ( Read more... )

How did that happen? I was so sure that Sam was in his early forties. Was it his salt and pepper gray hair (apparently premature?) Was it his secure job with The City? Something about him just shouted, "Maturity!" and "Stability ( Read more... )

My subconscious must have been anticipating my session with Sam because I woke up with a very vivid and compact dream that seemed to sum up quite of few of my neuroses in a few deft scenes. It was also my second dream of the week to take place at Wesleyan, something I have been consciously anticipating since I left Middletown on Sunday ( Read more... )