My family came to visit this weekend so I haven’t written in awhile.
My niece Julie got her picture and a blurb about her new book on friendship in the New York Times this Sunday.
I don’t want to pat myself on the back but she’s only following in my footsteps.
After college I worked as a caseworker in the south bronx.
During that time I too was quoted in the New York Times. It was in an article on lousy caseworkers.
I just don’t want you to think Julie is the only one in the family with creds.
I loved the Grammy’s last night. Just to show you how lame I am I started taking notes thinking I’d tell you all my opinion on several of the acts. All of a sudden I realized. Who gives a shit what I thought of the Grammy’s? I’m 67. oops 68. Remember I had a birthday.
I will say that my nephew Paul, who used to be the head writer at Pop Up Video, always said that I had the musical taste of a 15 year old girl.
Anyway my fingers are crossed that I’ll meet Bruno Mars in Gristede’s and he’ll fall in love with me and we’ll dance and dance.