I had just put my feet under the table for a romantic dinner with my adorable wife when the telephone rang, jingle-jangle:
"Hello! Fleche my Chicken (I hate whe...
At that time, my wife and I lived in a former church that we bought for peanuts. (See “PINE HILL MEMORIES”) The church was tucked into the Catskill Mountains an...
It was in 1987 that we found the church; it had been used as a storage space by the local firemen for their cruddy material. Hoses, hoses and more hoses and axe...
At the time that this story took place, my wife and I lived in a disaffected church in the Catskill Mountains, three hours from New York City. We froze our buns...
When I tell people that one of my best New York friends is a real nun, everybody takes me for, at least, a joker (which I am) or, for the worst, a dark imbecile...
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