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Happy Birthday Uncle Oscar

I miss my uncle Oscar. Today would have been his 78th birthday. Oscar had an insatiable appetite for all the good things life has to offer. There was nothing Oscar loved more than drinking a couple 12 packs of Coors beer, putting on his DayGlo colored orange wig, Maidenform padded bra, and his shocking-pink stiletto heels, and then going downtown to “let it all hangout,” as he used to say. Uncle Oscar was also proud of his tattoos, many of which he acquired while serving a rather lengthy prison sentence for attempted murder and grand theft auto. He died suddenly 5 years ago after a short illness. His remains were cremated and I keep them in a small old jam jar in a special drawer in my garage. Happy Birthday Uncle Oscar. I miss you so much.

The Book

I spent a very pleasant Labor Day weekend reading the randy new collection of short stories by Kim Addonizio called The Palace of Illusions. The 14 tales that make up the book embrace universal themes as wide-ranging as loneliness, foolishness, casual sex, cancer, poetry, cats, regret, bad judgment, philosophy, death, ice skating, adultery, medical marijuana, vampires, Triscut colored wallpaper, Transpersonal Gestalt Freudian bullshit psychobabble, unrequited love, night sweats, junk food and hot flashes (to name only a few). The book is dedicated to her daughter, the actress Aya Cash. Kim Addonizio also plays harmonica with the word/music group Nonstop Beautiful Ladies. She lives in New York City.


I live by myself in a very quiet neighborhood. So when someone starts yelling and banging on somebody’s door in the middle of the night, it attracts attention. Especially at 2:28 a.m. That’s exactly what time it is right now. The sky is a torrent of stars and some crazy woman is cursing and banging on somebody’s door across the street. She doesn’t sound the least bit happy. In fact, it sounds like she’s drunk. And she just keeps getting louder and louder. It’s just not normal behavior. Not in this neighborhood, and not at this time of night. This sort of behavior is simply not normal at all. I wonder if she’s single?

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