Old Country Road

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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Annunci

poor way with words

In the early 1990’s I was working at Citicorp Retail Services, in the Sales Processing department, on Route 109 in Farmingdale, New York.   Eventually we moved to Old Country Road in Melville, New York.     My immediate supervisors were named Carole and Yolanda.   All the people in that department were really good and likable.   I enjoyed working with them.    During the time we were still in Farmingdale Yolanda’s husband  Stanley died.     We all went to Stanley’s wake.    Unfortunately one day while at work, only  a fairly short time after Stanley’s death-it wasn’t any more than a few months later-something came up and I made a casual  flippant remark about death.   It was an otherwise entirely harmless thing and under much better circumstances no one would have even bothered to think twice about it.   Because of Stanley’s recent death, though, Yolanda’s feelings were badly hurt.   She was visibly shaken.    The other people in the department told me that I never should have said such a thing.     Fortunately it didn’t put any permanent strain on my relationship with either Yolanda or anyone else in the department.    I felt truly bad for quite a while afterward though.    I’ve always been a bit hypersensitive anyway and have never been able to handle being subjected to any extra strain.   Another character defect of mine is the fact that I’ve always been prone toward saying things without first considering the context of the circumstances and how people may be counted on to react.   That time, because of my having inadvertently said something that dealt with such a very personal matter, it led to a lot of trouble.

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