CHAPTER 24 PREVIEW

AJ in Kenmore Sq.

Back in the US, back in the US of A! It was great to get back home and get right back to doing our full schedule of gigs with my own band. Also, I got to do some paper routing with mein zeninkeh, my beloved son AJ, after his school day. Later, we'd grab a bite of pizza and throw the football around. We also went to a lot of Red Sox games and the Baseball and Basketball Hall of Fame. In Boston, we have a legal holiday called Patriots Day that honors Boston's participation in the American Revolution. That's the day the world famous Boston Marathon is run. The Red Sox also play a ballgame that begins at eleven in the morning! By the time the game is over, the lead runners from the Marathon pass through Kenmore Square, which is 2-3 blocks from Fenway Park. Before the game, there's the annual Jimmy Fund (for kids cancer research) breakfast, where you break bread with the players and owners of the Sox. AJ and I went to those many times. Today, AJ is going for his Masters degree in hopes of someday running a collegiate athletic program. He's been working as a training coach at several colleges the last two or three years. He also calls me every Friday afternoon to wish me a Gut Shabbos and always ends our talk with, "Love you, Abba."

While I was back home, I also spent a lot of time with my Auntie Mimi everyday. One interesting and little known fact about her was that she could whistle as good as Professor Longhair in his famous Mardi Gras tune "Big Chief." Even in her mid-90s she could hurt your ears, she whistled so loud and sharply. She'd whistle these beautiful old melodies and standards she remembered from the old Tin Pan Alley days. When she'd hit that very highest note that climaxed the melody, I could envision all the cabbies within two or three miles around slamming on their brakes in anticipation of an invisible fare calling for their attention. Dogs outside would drop their bone, cover their ears with their paws, then scurry away for cover. Ever hear the whistling sound of a bomb dropped from a B-29 bomber in a war movie? That's what I'm talking about. And her vibrato? Please. It rivaled Albert King hitting one of those stinging, piercing high notes on his guitar Lucy. She was my mother's oldest sister, who raised her, as well as my brother and me. Mim always took care of her family with much love, grace, care and patience, starting with her parents, then mine. She devoted her life to caring for them and outlived them all. She was a Saint and lived to be one hundred and one years old! I loved making her happy, talking with her and making her smile and laugh. Sometimes she'd raise her eyebrows at me, but never her voice. She never had to.


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