Moorings Matters

October was the month that WAS. It began with Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the Jewish New Year and for everyone, it continued to remind us of the beauty, the wonder and the miracles of life. This is followed 10 days by Yom Kippur another holy day for the Jewish people of the Jewish faith. One week later we thanked Columbus for discovering America and for all the sales in every retail venue. The coast of Africa gave birth to Matthew, which certainly disrupted our lives. Hopefully, all the trick and treaters received enough sweets to hold them until the marshmallows appear on the Thanksgiving sweet potatoes.

Nice things happened to nice people right here at home. Joan and Vince Marini’s son,Richard, a feature writer for the San Antonio Express News, was honored by the American Association of Food Journalists for the “Best Newspaper Food Column in 2016” He was one of 3 finalists competing along with writers from the Washington Post and Mother Earth News. Live long enough and children do give pleasure. It came for Penney and Felix Fischler when their first great-grandchiId, Lucian, arrived, putting them in the club of lucky greatgrandparents. Marcia and Jerry Kopelman both celebrated special milestone birthdays locally with family and friends. Up in the air again, Sally Sage and Herb Schwab flew to NC for a cousins reunion at a resort. Jane Bartecki, who doesn’t like to fly, arrived at JFK on her way to Malvern LI for a reunion with friends of 62 years from elementary school. They had so much fun remembering what wasn’t funny in Parochial school back then. Welcome home Millie Kirrnayer, but you really didn’t have to prove that Bethesda Hospital’s coronary unit was up to snuff. So glad you’re feeling better. We bid a fond farewell to Elaine and Morty Warshaver who with their furry friend Jazz, will be moving to independent living in Delray Beach; an easier existence. One pet gone and another arrives. Donna Colucci has an apricot poodle puppy named Dolce. In case the dog doesn’t know it’s sweet, just translate from Italian.

All humor aside, please remember to vote; the lines at Aberdeen are never long. This is a privilege as an American citizen that many have risked their lives to obtain. An abstained vote is a vote for the candidate that you hope doesn’t win!


Sterling Lakers

I am so happy to let everyone know that we have new Lakers. Welcome to Charlotte Fernandez, formerly of Switzerland and Joanie and David Lacher, formerly of Long Island, NY.

Our condolences to Judy Noar on the passing of her hubby, Bucky. I have been living here in Sterling for 15 years and I just found out his name was Bernard. He was a special man.

We send get well wishes to Ellie Newman, Renee Engel and Janet Trapani. Hope you all get better fast.

Some of us have been fortunate to have taken vacations during the summer. I went to the middle of our country on the Mississippi paddlewheeler, the American Queen Steamboat. It was wonderful! Fran and Robert Lovett traveled to Israel to celebrate their 35th wedding anniversary. The one comment was, “enough old ruins”! Carol and Mike Wallace went up north and were so happy to return home. Janet and Tim were able to go north to visit family before she had her surgery. Ruth Rabinowitz traveled to the middle of our country as well. Carol and Herb Kayne returned from their usual summer vacation.

Happy birthday wishes to Sandy November, during this month of November. I guess you just had to be born during this month.

Our community had a luncheon to meet and greet our 2 new residents. They now have so many names to remember, I am glad I moved in before them.

I also think I caught a glimpse of Eva Citron during the summer, but only for a short time.

Come on back all you birds! We miss you!


Bleacher Seats Splinters

Sports has given me a career, an unbreakable bond with my son, moments of joy never to be forgotten, catastrophic gut-punches of defeat that (immaturely) fracture the soul like losing a family member and a very special friendship that’s lasted a decade and spanned an ocean.

This tale starts outside Bologna, Italy at Gianni Falchi baseball stadium in August 2007. A young Italian man takes a photo of my son after the first game. But something about this Italian and his slightly-. fractured English draws me to him immediately. He is, I determine quickly, the most knowledgeable sports fan I’ve ever met as we talk about all American sports, international auto racing and, of course, soccer.

When game 2 starts at 9 AM that Saturday, the young man pulls out a baseball scorebook and keeps score, something I rarely see in U. S. parks. When the Fortitudo (home team) pitcher strikes out a batter, he is prepared with laminated forward and backward Ks that he tapes to a
nearby railing. I point to the several hundred other fans in the stands and say, “Afro, do these people understand what these [Ks] are for?” “They don’t understand anything,” he shoots back at me and I realize he has a NY  sense of humor on top of everything.

We exchange email addresses and Afro, my son Andrew, and I have been teammates in love with sports ever since. Afro and I co-manage an NFL fantasy team. He taught us to love soccer and we’re immaturely over-passionate about his Inter Milan team that the three of us talk and text endlessly about.

He visited us a year later and we took him to Shea and Yankee stadiums, Fenway Park, games in Philly and Baltimore, museums and Blue Man Group. He was there to witness a classic moment in family history. On the way to Fenway, we stopped at Dunkin Donuts for breakfast. We ate in the car and when I peeked at the receipt and saw a 79-cent charge for a Plain Bag. I had a monumental temper tantrum about the ridiculous cost. As I threatened to sue Dunkin for every donut hole they had, my wife Bonnie grabbed the receipt, read and bellowed over my whining, “That’s not a Plain Bag, idiot; that’s for a Plain Bagel.”

The laughter that filled the car, including my own, lasted all day. When relating the incident that night to his sister, Andrew was literally rolling on the floor and Afro was roaring as well. This young man who mostly learned his English from American TV and sports on TV understood the nuance and the comedy.

In 2011, we made our way back to Italy to see our beloved Inter play soccer at Milan’s Giuseppe Meazza Stadium. Afro was our guide from Lake Como to Parma for 9 days that couldn’t have been better.

Afro came to Aberdeen in late September. That we went to two Mets-Marlins games should be of no surprise. He went to his first college football game and even three lightning delays in the Ball State at Florida Atlantic contest didn’t sap his enthusiasm for the event. We also went to a Park Vista High School football game, where the highlight wasn’t the dramatic victory for the home side against Atlantic but the amazing halftime performance by the Park Vista Performers. Afro and I urge you to go out to a Friday night game to see the wonderful band, dancers and cheerleaders.

The athletic highlight of his visit belongs to my Bermuda Isle neighbor/Marshall Williams, who invited us to go bowling in Greenacres. Afro, in his second bowling experience, and I watched in awe as Marshall strung together 12 strikes from the middle of the first game to the middle of the second. A virtual 300 game! What Afro couldn’t understand on the way home, and I don’t think it was trouble with his English, was why Marsh insisted he needed a new bowling ball an hour after that magnificent feat.

Afro loved Aberdeen and South Florida and best of all, we did some online research and discovered that as an NAV software programmer he could earn enough money to move here with his girlfriend fulfilling a lifelong dream of becoming an American.

It was sad to take the young man, who I think of as my Italian son, to the airport after 12 wonderful days. But the three of us will be together again soon. Just before Christmas, Andrew and I are flying to Florence, where Afro will pick us up and we’ll head immediately to a Fiorentina-Napoli soccer game. Then we’ll spend Christmas Eve Mass, Christmas Day and a few days at Afro’s 90-year-old grandfather’s apartment, his father’s butcher shop and his mother’s restaurant in or near the tiny town of Baragazza, in the hills of Tuscany midway between Florence and Bologna.

I can’t wait to meet them, learn more about Afro and pray to the sports gods for what they’ve given me.


The Sunny Shores

By the time you read this article, the hard work of your board should be evident. After several months of identifying suppliers, reviewing quotes and examining products, new mailboxes were ordered. Unfortunately, there have been some setbacks due to scheduling issues with the manufacturer and installation holdups due to the inclement weather not being conducive to the pouring of the concrete bases. However, we were promised that the installation would take place by the time you read this article. The board thanks everyone for their patience during this process.

At the September HOA meeting, the board started to look into various other upgrades to enhance our properties and will compile its list of priorities for the new year.

Nov. 8 – Although the club house is being used for voting purposes, The Shores will be holding its regular November board Meeting at 9:00 AM in the card room. Everyone is welcome to attend.

Nov. 15 – Board Elections will take place at 7:00 PM. Sign-in is 6:30 PM. Please come out and sup-port your HOA. Please note that there will not be an HOA Board meeting in December.

Not much to report over the summer months. We do extend a hearty welcome to new neighbors Evelyn and Gary Amber and Ava and Eric Curkin.

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Bridge – Try It, You’ll Like It

Find the Mistake
Last month I promised you we would have some fun this season. To that end, I am using some ideas which come from a book given to me by my good friend, Clara Sinrich of Turnberry. This book, Bridge Hands for the Connoisseur, has some very interesting hands, but because of copyright laws, I can’t reproduce them exactly. I can, however, discuss concepts suggested by the hands. By the way, the book was written in 1947, but the concepts are just as valid today as they were then.

One of the chapters is called “Find the Mistakes.” Here’s a hand, not the hand from the book, but a hand with similar attributes.

South is the dealer. East/West is Vulnerable.

♠ 7
♥ K Q J 10
♦ A K 8 4 3 2
♣ 8 5

♠ A J 6
♥ 5
♦ J 10 9 7
♣ Q J 9 6 2
♠ K 10 9 5 2
♥ 8 6 4 2
♦ Q
♣ K 10 7
♠Q 8 4 3
♥ A 9 7 3
♦ 6 5
♣ A 4 3

The bidding goes as follows:


West leads the♣Q. South wins and draws 2 rounds of trump. On the second round, West plays a club. Declarer then tries♦A winning and then a safety play of a low diamond. West wins and now plays♣, forcing declarer to trump. This leaves declarer without a second entry to his established diamonds, so he must go down. What did the declarer do wrong???????

South should not touch the trump at all. He needs to play♦A and then the♦K. When East trumps, he leaves himself with only 3 trump. No matter what East does, Declarer can now trump 2 more diamonds, establishing the remaining 2 diamonds for spade discards. Do you see how this works?

When East trumps, he will take his good club and give his partner a spade trick. What can West do at this point? His best play is to make Declarer trump by leading either a club or a spade. In either case, declarer trumps and plays a diamond. He trumps the diamond and plays a heart to his Ace reducing both himself and East to 2 trumps each. He then trumps another diamond forcing West to give up his last diamond. Finally, he draws both of East’s trumps with his 2 top trump and discards his remaining spades on the good diamonds.


I Am Thankful ……

…for the taxes that I pay because it means that I am employed.

…for the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

…for the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.

…for my shadow who watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.

…for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.

…for all the complaining I hear about the government because it means we have freedom of speech.

…for the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking.

…for the lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means that I can hear.

…for the piles of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.

…for weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been productive.

…for the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am alive. !

…for getting too much e-mail because it lets me know I have friends who are thinking of me.

… Anonymous


What’s My Label?

When you are married, they call you Mrs.
When you are single, it’s Ms.
When you get an engagement ring, you’re known as somebody’s fiancee.
If you are in a gay relationship, you’re someone’s partner.
If you’re going with a college frat boy – they say you are pinned.
If you are dating different guys, they say you are playing the field.
If you are only dating one man – you are going steady.

But in the senior dating world, the labels can be quite different. Take a friend of mine, who, as of this writing, is 77 years old. She is dating a man who is 91. If she referred to him as her boyfriend, she thinks her grandchildren would howl with laughter. But, she explains, should she refer to him as her gentleman friend, she would feel like a stodgy old lady.

The 91 year-old boyfriend, too, says he feels young and spry when he refers to her as his girlfriend, although he often wonders if it isn’t politically correct – at his age – to say he has a lady friend.

Not long ago, a friend said she had a lovely man she wanted me to meet. “I’m sorry,” I said, “but I’m seeing someone.” My friend who is my contemporary, knew exactly what I meant. But if I had said that to a person decades younger, they might have wondered if I had a vision problem.

One step beyond dating is living together. In days gone by, such a couple would be considered living in sin. But in the senior dating world, this is a perfectly acceptable way of life. For no other reason than when 2 people share the household expenses, there is more money to spend to go on cruises.

And what if you are living together only on weekends? I have a friend who lives part time with her significant other, as she refers to him, because, she explained, she can go to her own house whenever he got on her nerves!

I’ve dated somewhat. One man I labeled Cheap Bob because he considered going to Wendy’s as a perfectly acceptable dinner date. Another I referred to as Deaf Man because he never heard a word I said. Looking back, I wonder if he really couldn’t hear me, or was so used to tuning out whatever his wife talked about, that not responding to anything I said was just a habit! And the most accurate label I ever gave to a man was reserved for a gentleman who thought he could drive at night. Unfortunately, his vision was so impaired that he was really a danger on the road. My name for him became Near Death, and frankly, I only went out with him once – for obvious reasons. In retrospect, as far as I’m concerned, he was a “blind date” in more ways than one.


Bea Lewis is the author of the recently published “A Widow’s Journey: How I Went From Loss to Learning to Moving On.” It is available on Amazon. com, both in the paperback and Kindle versions.


Didja Know?

  1.  For a mosquito-bite itch, try pressing a warm spoon on the welt. Run a spoon under hot tap water and apply. Heat relieves the itch in 5 to 10 minutes.
  2. Meditation and yoga can help reduce stress, but consider this faster fix — sniff an orange. Citrusy and floral aromas help to lower anxiety.
  3.  Researchers at the U. of Auckland in N.Z. have found that Honey reduces healing time significantly when applied to wounds because of its antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties. Simply spread it over the area, then carefully apply a bandage.
  4. American skydiver Luke Atkins completed the first-ever successful skydive without a parachute, plunging some 25,000 feet into a large net suspended 20 stories above the ground.
  5. The federal government approved the 1st private space mission to the moon. Moon Express, a FL-based co., hopes to put a lander on the moon surface in 2017, and eventually plans to mine the moon for rare elements and metals.
  6. A Michigan woman, attending a courtroom-ordered class on smart decision-making, was arrested while trying to escape through the ceiling of the courthouse women’s room.
  7. A new study found that Millenials born in the 1990’s are more than twice as likely to be sexually inactive than the previous generation, partly because they find social media and other on-line activities more interesting.
  8. Pres. Obama has officially chosen Chicago’s Jackson Park as the location of his presidential library. The park, site of the 1893 World’s Fair, is on the city’s South Side and short walk to the U. of Chicago.
  9. A Utah couple was billed by a hospital for the privilege of holding their newborn baby. The Grassleys were asked if they wanted “skin-to-skin contact” after delivery. They were shocked to later see a charge of $39.95 to cover “the additional staff’ needed to put the baby securely in the mother’s arms.
  10. The number to call to restrict telemarketing calls permanently by registering your telephone number is 888-382-1222. This can also be done on-line at This will cut back on some of the calls you receive, but not all of them.

Bye Bye CS – Hello CP

The wonderful article in the October issue of the Aberdeen Times about Pearlman’s Candy Store woke up a memory in this Bronx boy’s mind. It had been asleep for many years since Candy Store Communication was long ago replaced by Cell Phone Mania.

Back in the day, if you were fortunate enough to hang around in a neighborhood Candy Store you were part of the “in group.” It was your meeting place, your town hall, your comfort zone. You were there with your friends, since it was the place to go. You were also there to meet new friends. Substitute “friends” with “girls” or “guys.”

Jerry’s Candy Store, at the corner of 183rd street and Beaumont Avenue, in The Bronx, was where our crowd hung out during our teen-age years. Jerry and Louise Fortunato were our away-from-home parents who allowed us to share their Candy Store as our second home. A side agenda to their generous hospitality had something to do with their lovely daughter, Jeanne, being one of the sisters in our crowd.

Jerry’s store had an alcove with 4 booths that were always occupied by the Clovers or the Cloverettes; the name of our baseball team and the beautiful young ladies who supported the team. It was a team to support and be proud of since it had a winning record every year. Another activity that occupied our crowd was the softball games played on concrete across the street at the PS 32 school field. On Sundays, the games were watched by as many as forty or more folks from the neighborhood.

The crowds were even larger at the stick ball games played on the street, where your talent was determined by the distance you hit the Spaldeen, which was determined by how many sewers the ball traveled. The Spaldeen high bounce ball has been referred to by some as the Rosetta Stone of Urban Childhood Fun.

Jerry (& Louise) made the best egg cream in The Bronx. For those unfamiliar with our Champagne Cocktail, an egg cream consists of milk, carbonated water and chocolate syrup. There is no egg and no cream in this wonderful beverage.

Jerry permitted us to use his back room to play cards (yes, for money). Some of our card games lasted for hours except when a guy heard his code knock on the door, which informed him his girl friend had arrived. My code knock from Joan was 2 knocks followed by a single knock.

I would like to pay tribute to a quartet of my friends who attracted crowds when they harmonized outside Jerry’s in the evenings. It is more than 70 years ago but I remember Rocco (Black) and Frank (Stoogie) Balazano, Joe (Cat) Miele, and Sylvio (Chip) Mastroanni being referred to as Little Italy’s version of the Ink Spots. Didn’t y’all have nicknames growing up?

Our group of guys and gals deserve high fives. We came together from different neighborhoods, enjoyed each other, grew together and never were faced with problems that required police attention.