Skip to main content

"Dad, I Think They Used My Bar Mitzvah Picture"

Been an interesting week.

After Sammy died, the Times did a story about me. It was a pretty big story in the business section about the USF fundraising efforts and my successes since we started the USF Unstoppable Campaign.

There is an irony here. Sammy used to read all the news about USF and asked me every time: "Why aren't you in the story? Where is your picture?" He used to tell all his buddies that I was some big shot at USF and wanted to prove it. I always told him that I was not the guy who gets stories done about himself. I help get press for OTHERS. It figures ... as soon as he's gone, someone decided to do a story about me.

Well, I told him about the story this weekend when I picked up his urn at the funeral home. He seemed okay with that. I read it to him.

I also picked up my Mom. She was right next to him in a matching (but different color) urn. After my Mom died, Sammy wasn't sure what he wanted to do with Mom's remains. So for the last 5 years we decided to let the funeral home hold on to Mom's remains and reunite them at death.

The funeral director asked if we wanted to put them both together in one urn. I immediately said "no". They fought like cats and dogs when they were alive so I didn't want to take a chance that they would get ticked off in death.

Now they have their own spaces and are side by side.

The plan is to take them both back home to New Orleans. I know that's where they would want to be. Question is where to put them. One thought is to scatter my Mom outside of Harrah's Casino (her favorite spot ... I know, it's in the genes) and my Dad at the Bowling Alley on Veteran's Highway (his favorite spot).

Or maybe, we'll just take them on a boat ride downtown on the Mississippi River. They'd like that too ... you know? 

Comments

thank you for reminding all of us that we have a heritage and are just passing through...
thank you for reminding all of us that we are just passing through and that our family carries on our heritage........
Kay Klondike said…
The bowling alley might not be there any more, went down last weekend for one last look at the old homestead and things? Change. Duh (head slap). Go for the river. It'd actually be a nice day cruise. Sprinkled my parents in Bar Harbor, the Mississippi, the Gulf and then in Alaska (of all places). Good luck, sorry to hear of Sammy's passing but don't let those urns touch - you have no idea what can happen!

Popular posts from this blog

SAMMY: The Novel (An Overview)

I finished writing Sammy:The Novel. 

So ... I called my good buddy and excellent writer, Dave Scheiber, to help me write an overview to pique the interest of publishers. The stuff that Dave wrote made me want to read my own book! We combined our efforts and here's what we came up with:

SAMMY (An Overview)

Sammy Levine, 86-year-old resident of Star of David nursing home, was not happy with his daily existence and dreamed of taking one last trip with his wife Esther (presently residing in an urn on the third shelf in his room). Sammy was careful about not exposing his plan to anyone, especially his son, Barry, who dutifully visited regularly and tried to make sure that he lived out his remaining days comfortably.

Through a carefully choreographed plan, Sammy managed to access personal information on three recently deceased residents from the nursing home’s computers. Then he applied for and obtained three new credit cards. Armed now with available cash and credit, he loaded up Esth…

Close Call

I was just putting the finishing touches on my new novel, Sammy, which will be available to order in November (shameless self promotion!) ... when I started thinking about some of the characters in my past life. One character I've actually written about in the past just popped into my head. It's a repeat story but I hope you enjoy it ... again.

When I was a Freshman at LSU, our dorm was set up like a suite with two adjoining double rooms and a common kitchen and living room. "Suite" really makes it sound much fancier than it was. Actually, living room makes it sound much fancier than it was. The walls were cinder block and the living room was about 100 square feet. I don't think four of us could even stand up in there at one time.

One of the four guys in our suite was the place kicker for the LSU Tigers. His name was Phil and he was from Bogalusa, Louisiana. He had the bed next to mine. Phil was about 6'8" and weighed well over 300 pounds. He was a big …

Princess Grace's Diary

We surprised our little princess, Grace on Friday with a last minute visit to Savannah. She and her BFF Stella had a joint princess birthday party.

It was of course no surprise to Deb and me that the trip had a few surprises for us, too.

It started out with a light show at the airport (we chose to fly rather than drive the 12 hours back and forth for one day). Lightning strikes were coming fast ... so the tarmac was closed until it settled down. We had to get to Atlanta in time to catch what had become the LAST flight of the night to Savannah at 11:20 PM.

We made it ... barely ... and fell asleep at 2 AM.

Up at 8 and out the door via Uber to The Landings (a mere 45 minute drive) and just in time to see this adorable duo.

Big brother Cole was  one of the "hosts".

Pony rides were there for the guests.

Matching Princess cakes (of course).

Lots of fun.

At about 2, Deb and I headed back to the airport with Nikki driving and made it in PLENTY of time to find out that there were n…