This Weeks Very Short Story: Chapter 19

I started wearing glasses when I was 3 years old. While still in elementary school, I learned to play the card game gin rummy with my next door neighbor. Somehow one time he let it slip that he knew what cards I had in my hand by looking at my glasses. 

I remember that first trip to the Castro district of San Francisco in 1977 to sign a rental agreement for an apartment. As young newlyweds we walked down the street hand in hand as though we had entered an episode of the twilight zone as the couples all looked different that we did. 

My parents had a poodle that they inherited from my grandmother.  Prince (my grandmother's choice of name) loved me and always showed me his teeth when I came close to him.  I think this started when I came home first and had to throw Prince out into the snow while I had to clean up the mess he made going through the garbage and spreading it though out the house.  Oh yeah, there was a little growl with that smile. 

I am not a pet lover, nor am I a pet hater.  In college, I was doing some research out of the Veterinary Center on a manx cat. I was invited to go necropsy room to take a section of a cat for research.  What I remember is going into the necropsy room and seeing a cow splayed open.  Next I saw a Lassie dog that had just been put down, I then walked out, never to go back.  I did do my research with specimens provided to me down in the basement of the veterinary center on the electron microscope alone.  

I went to college to major in Mathematics and minor in Accounting to become an accountant.  A Fraternity roommate of mine went to school to become a Veterinarian.  We both ended up doing research on an electron microscope in the basement of the Veterinary Center.  My friend had findings from his research and was able to get a paper published.  My research led nowhere.  I ended up going to Podiatry Medical School; my friend is now an accountant.  

For the second night of Passover, we went to a friend’s mother’s house for dinner. Her mother is 92. They had another friend’s mother there that was 98. All the other people there were older than me and my wife. I now realize that if we were doing a Seder, my wife and I would have been the children and my wife would have had to do the four questions. And no, we did not have to sit at the kids table.