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At the age of 70, Milton Hersh and his wife retired to a senior community in Miami Beach. Six months after his 75 birthday he became a widower. As with many others who lost their loved ones, Milton was devastated. It took many more months for him to get his life back together again. Milton was a commercial artist and illustrator and he loved to paint in oils....
“I’ve got it…!” Sylvia cried out, waving a wedding ring she had just had engraved for her fiancée who was across the street where he had just picked up his tuxedo. Apparently, he had forgotten something and waved to her to wait as he started back to the store, but Sylvia, in her excitement wouldn’t wait and ran to him. Just as he was opening the door the screech of the taxi’s brakes made Micheal turn in horror as he saw Sylvia fall under the wheels of a cab. Dropping his tuxedo, he...
The last time I saw Alice was at her wedding, about fifteen or more years ago. We lived next door to each other in Forest Hills, a suburb of New York City. We’ve known each other all our lives and went to the same schools until high school. I, to The School of Art and Design in Manhattan and she, to Forest Hills High. Of course, we still saw each other every day, as our houses were attached, but suddenly we had s...
I had just gone through an unpleasant divorce and was asked by my married sister to come up to her house in West Dover, Vermont to relax. Truth be told, I wasn’t that keen to drive up, but I also wasn’t in the mood to spend my time in a hotel or look for an apartment in the next few weeks, since my ex got our condo and my Mercedes to boot. Nor did I want to take up my mother’s invitation to stay with her in my old room, who would remind me of how she told me so, so many times, n...
Harry Baker was returning from his run through Central Park in New York. Still dressed in his running suit, he crossed Central Park West into 64th Street towards Broadway when he spotted a very attractive woman sitting by herself in an outdoor cafe on the corner. She was dressed in a yellow sundress and a large straw hat, and she wore a pair of large designer sunglasses he knew must have cost a week's pay of an executive secretary. He knew that because he was with his wife when she bought the same pair.
“I’ve got it...!” Sylvia cried out, waving a wedding ring she had just had engraved for her fiancée, who was across the street where he had picked up his tuxedo. Apparently, he had forgotten something and waved to her to wait as he started back to the store, but Sylvia, in her excitement wouldn’t wait and ran to him. It was the screech of the taxi’s brakes that made Micheal turn in horror as he saw Judy under the wheels of the cab.
It’s silly I know, but I fell in love with a man on an escalator in Macy’s Department Store, the problem was, I was going up, and he was coming down. As we passed, our eyes met, and Hallelujah Chorus rang in my ears. When I got upstairs, I watched as he got off thinking he would follow me, but all he did was look up with a smile and walk away in a hurry. That was about fifteen years ago, and of course, I never saw him again. I was eighteen and just starting colleg...
Helmut and I were born on the same day in 1920. Our two families lived next to each other in the same building on Blumenthalstrase 17. Our apartment faced the front with a bay window and Helmut’s faced the rear into the courtyard. My parents, like his, were educated, my father a gynecologist, his father a manager of a large department store on Kurfürstendamm, the Champs Elysees of Berlin. My mother taught German Literature, Helmut’s mother didn’t work. Since we started school, we w...
I saw her enter the train and walk towards the empty seat across from me. She had an overnight bag that she was trying to put on the top shelf without success. Naturally being a gentleman I stood up and helped her for which I received a thankful smile that warmed my heart. You see, I recognized her as soon as she stepped inside, but was too timid to say anything. As the train started to move, I sort of stole peeks at her hoping that perhaps she would recognize me, but after m...
I Miranda by Albert Zygier Sandy, a good friend of mine that works as a producer in one of the networks that I am a frequent guest on, invited me to a July 4 party in East Hampton at the home of her aunt and uncle, a mogul in the real estate business. Everybody who is anybody will be there. As it happened, I had just come back from an assignment in the Middle East, and after a few weeks t...
Hi! Nice to meet you again. Let me get myself a mug of tea, and I’ll tell you a short story about a couple I knew from college. Sociable people, they just made some wrong turns but found their way back recently. Now, where did my wife put that tea? She always puts things away somewhere else from where I left them last, drives me nuts sometimes. She’s not home now, went shopping with her friend Lucy, they just can’t let a clothing sale go by, even in this rainy we...
I won’t lie to you, after my forth divorce I packet it in. There will be no more husbands in my life. I am 47 years old, with one daughter and a good career. I am chief editor of a large book publishing firm and I live in a condo I purchased with my second husband’s settlement. OK, so he fooled around with my young assistant for two years before I wised up but I made him pay for it. He was the CEO of a large trust company so I made out quite nicely.I won’t bother you much about my t...
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