Merrick Road

a most colorful fellow

Guadalupe (Lupita) Martinez was a young, lovely resident of Lindenhurst, N.Y., and an employee of the Acme Corporation on Wellwood Avenue in the middle of her Long Island village.    With all her beauty, elegance, grace, intelligence, sophistication and education though, she thought it quite difficult to find a decent man.   One day, her two best friends, Jenny Randy and Sharon Ferdinand, sick and tired of her non stop whining about her supposed impending spinsterhood,  presumed to take it upon themselves to fix her up with a real gentleman.    After having asked several other friends for help, they managed to end up with Sharon’s cousin Reginald who, they’d hoped, would strike her as at least an interesting decent guy.    As it turns out, though, Reginald was a bit of a character, to put it as politely as possible.    Having just broken up with his girlfriend, Rachel, he was more than somewhat prone toward irrational tendencies.   His emotions overtook him so that he soon fancied himself a long-lost member of ancient Irish royalty.      Lupita, though, having known nothing of his weird ways, never suspected anything when she took her friends up on their offer.     At 8:00 on Friday night, she showed up, as agreed, at Katie Daly’s on Merrick Road in Massapequa, politely awaiting the arrival of her suitor.    She thought it was going to be a typical blind date until she noticed his bodyguards.     It turns out that he had really started to go entirely overboard with his latest fantasy.    There he stood, all prim and proper, before her, in what he assumed was traditional ancient Irish garb.     The poor fellow spent the entire night regaling her with stories of the spurious adventures of long-ago druids and other mythological characters, each of whom existed only in his hyperactive imagination.   He drove Lupita crazy but she didn’t have the nerve to risk hurting his feelings.     She felt awfully bad about how nasty a time she was having.       After it was all over she went home, relieved to be free of him.   The next day, when she got in touch with her friends, Sharon told her: “At least it’s only a once in a lifetime occurrence”.    “You can count on an absolute guarantee of that!”, snapped Guadalupe.      

 

 

 

 

 

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Annunci

happy fortieth birthday to me

On September 16, 1999, I turned forty years old.    It was nine days before my father’s sixty sixth birthday.    At the time I was working in the customer service department at Citicorp Retail Services on Old Country Road in Melville, New York.    I was also a part time student at Adelphi University in South Huntington.    My parents appeared not to have bothered to make any plans for a significant party for me.   My big day came and went without any significant attention beyond a perfunctory cake, cards and presents.   Something happened, though, that should have struck me as somewhat odd.    All my mother’s relatives from northeastern Pennsylvania came for a visit from out of nowhere.   As a general rule they never bothered to show up for just any birthday or average occasion.    That alone should have made me quite suspicious.   Since my parents , and relatives in general, had always been quite the colorful characters, though, I just took it for granted that it was yet another of their offbeat moments.    Aunt Mary Theresa, Uncle Frankie and Fran were there, as well as Aunt Lauren, Uncle Jim, Noreen, Michelle and Doug.    During the time between my birthday and my father’s my parents kept trying to convince me make plans to go bowling with my cousin Larry.      My cousins Larry, Gary, Joe and I were on a bowling league, for many years,  with the Knights of Columbus’  St. Jane Frances de Chantal council in Wantagh.    On the morning of  my father’s birthday Larry called and we made arrangements to go to a local bowling alley.    That day there was something going on at Immaculate Conception Diocesan Seminary in Lloyd Harbor and I really wanted to go.    It was quite a good thing that I chose to go with Larry though.   We had bowled a few games when his wife Rose called claiming that her car had broken down in the neighborhood of Katie Daly’s, an exceptionally nice Irish restuaurant on Merrick Road in Massapequa.   Larry and I got into our cars and drove to the restaurant.    We pulled into the parking lot, walked into the restaurant and it turned out to be such an exceptionally nice surprise party for me.    After a nice big meal there we all went back to the house and kept things going for the rest of the night.   Perhaps I should have known, throughout the entire week, that something must, by definition, have been going on but sometimes I can overlook the obvious.

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