Tuesday, June 20, 2017


I miss the carefree times. The fun and someone to share the laughs and the burdens with.

 I recently read "Grief is just love with no place to go." Truer words were never written.

family ties

Jim's aunt Roz passed away early this year after a long and courageous battle with breast cancer. She was a lady of great poise and dignity, always with a kind and open heart.

Easter Sunday, 1976 Jim took me to his parent's house for the first time. The Big Interview. Everyone was cordial even if they thought that their son was temporarily deranged. We were not engaged yet, it was a new thing.

As time passed and they all got used to me, I came to understand that I was being judged against the last serious relationship Jim was in, his high school sweetie, Barbara. Roz and Jim's mother  Eleanor were the first to make me feel welcome.

Barb connected over the years in a tenuous way - Christmas cards and the rare holiday phone call - and after Jimmy passed, she reached out to me on FB and offered a kindness and support that helped on the darkest days. We had never met in person until we made a point of doing so recently while she and her husband were here in the area for a wedding.  Thank you for your tireless compassion, my friend.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

After a particularly shitty week, Netflix has added this. Although it was released in '74, Jimmy and I saw it in the theater not long after we met. As was the custom of the day, we all were fully baked by the time the movie began and I clearly remember that my stomach hurt for days after from laughing so hard. It continues to entertain all these years later. We knew all the lines and Jimmy did a spot-on impression of the Monster's growl.