Today my oldest niece, Isabel, returned from her annual visit to Italy to see her three kids and four grandkids. We've hit upon a strategy to avoid the outrageous parking fees at JFK. I wait for her call, reading, in the parking lot of the huge shopping center at the Erskine Street exit of the Belt Parkway. It's ten minutes away from the airport. It worked like a charm. The only problem was the deluge that started shortly after we were on our way home. Miraculously, traffic moved smoothly, unusual on the Belt even in the best of weather. The windshield was getting splashed by cars going in the opposite direction, especially where the lanes narrow for construction that seems endless and no one can explain. Wouldn't it be great if they were adding a lane? Anyway, Isabel was happy to report that everyone is well, even the toddlers, who were all very sick last year. I now have great-great nieces and nephews. It's hard to believe, even though my sister is 20 years older than me. Of course, this being a modern world, there are separations and children from different fathers. All one can do is shake the head and hope everything will be okay.
Recently, sports cartoonist extraordinaire Bill Gallo, of the New York Daily News, passed away at 88. He is legend in the Big Apple. I was unable to find my favorite cartoon of his. Its subject was Yankees Hall of Fame shortstop and broadcaster, Phil Rizzuto, one of the great characters of baseball. One of his many pet phrases, along with
Huckleberry and
Awright, was
Holy Cow. One day Gallo drew a picture of a cud-chewing cow that had
Holy Rizzuto inscribed on its hide.
Here's another of his gems. I think you'll know who it is:
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