I suppose you can add Patrick and he and Anthony are the start of a
list of oddly named Jewish boys.
When I was in Texas last year it struck me that I was seeing more women
with high heels in the airport there than I had probably seen in six
months or more everywhere else. I didn't notice jackets and ties on
the gentlemen in any unusual proportions. It doen't seem to be related
to some hot new fashion trend. Maybe Ruth can explain.
-jc
On Jan 3, 2004, at 10:22 PM, [log in to unmask] wrote:
> In a message dated 1/3/2004 8:30:58 PM Eastern Standard Time,
> [log in to unmask] writes:
> Although I did go to the funeral of a neighbor who died the other day
> at the age on 98. Her son told of her cross country skiing in high
> heels one time.
> Ruth,
>
> When I was a yout', out in sunny Cali-forn-aye-ayy with the Real
> McCoys, and where a prominent family named Loomis who had an adobe
> that's still there [he was a big cheese conservationist, I think], we
> had a neighbor (the wife of the guy who owned the maroon Studebaker
> Champion), who was said to put on her high heels to go out and get the
> paper (from the driveway, maybe 20 steps from the front door) in the
> morning. As I understand it, she, too, has become what they used to
> call in Phoenix "a deceased member of the community," although I don't
> know whether the heels had anything to do with it.
>
> Didn't have no snow, but I suppose she wore her heels in the rain,
> too. I guess the question is whether she was buried in her heels,
> considering (as I understand it) that one usually is sent barefoot on
> one's way to cross the River Jordan (or alternatively, to the Warm
> Place Downstairs, the Theological Institute of Eternal Punishment.)
>
> Her son, Anthony [probably the only Jew named Anthony in the history
> of the world] crammed a Manischewitz wine bottle full of frogs one
> summer (I would guess 1957 or 58) when we had a particularly large
> crop. He was always shit, but became a hell of a trumpet player.
>
>
> Ralph
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