Lox and Soulfood

Funny watching my middle aged ass wiggle and jiggle to "Hey now you're a rockstar." dancing on top the dining room table with only hot pink panties flashing in the mirror years growing up in Queens laughing remembering my idiosyncrasies and angst the time I lost my Bozo lunch box announced over the school PA system which I deliberately left outside Ms. Maggios 1st grade class yes the bright face red haired clown box belonged to me what can you do growing up in my side of Queens the awkward pointed Dr. Scholls shoes my folks felt appropriate for at that time narrow feet and those olive oil legs Yikes! my growing up in Queens in the sixties in a predominately Jewish neighborhood listening to Mrs. Goldstein, Mrs. Weinstein and Ms. Lucille dish the gossip peeking at Dr. Gottesman and his hippy wife smoking weed growing up in Queens meant knowing who was the yenta in the hood laughing at the Weinstein's speaking yiddish their favorite expression "oy vey." it meant eating daddies twist on Gefilte Fish and the best Matzah ball soup ever running down the street to the bakery for first loaf of Challah our house was Lox and soulfood reading "Joys of Yiddish" and "Malcolm X" (hysterical) growing up in Queens meant listening to the Monkees on CBS pops Billy Eckstine records my mother and her country music (Lord have mercy) falling asleep to the milkman's matinee saturday night parties across town at mamas house watching my folks get down to King Curtis growing up in Queens meant that first back park kiss and having your first kick ass fight with the new kids it meant Goodies luncheonette Jays Diner Gabys pizzeria Jerrys Jewish Delicatessen and me loving being me Lepadah copyright 2009 Remember...