It’s ice coffee season

I walked into Ivan’s coffee shop in Woodhaven, Queens and the young man knew right away how I wanted my ice coffee. Simple milk, one bag of equal, ice he shook it up it cost me 1.75. I gave a tip and then I left the place. That is what I like serve. The young man remembered what I like in my coffee,hot or cold because he remembered. I go back when I get that crave needing that jolt to get you going. I know there are articles about coffee snobs how making coffee has become a science project. I like the basics, of a place coffeehouse, bakery, or coffee shop that they are non-stop of brewing coffee to me that is not science it’s service.



Lunch with Ma!

My mom has been through a lot this year.  She has started to go back for Physical Therapy, in Howard Beach, Queens.  I discovered a place called Sugar Bun, it been there forever.  It’s a great place for a quick lunch, breakfast and it has a good bakery, the coffee, ice tea flows non-stop.  So the last two weeks I took my mom after her sessions.  It’s good for her to walk, she is getting stronger. At 76 years of age she is not worrying about her weight.  The Doctor and I just shook our heads and rolled our eyes.  My mom is blessed with a great metabolism, she can eat anything, naturally skinny, now she wants to count calories?

So at lunch she has a chicken wrap, I had a BLT it’s a good way to test a new place or order a burger.  We ate then I hear.  “Is that the paper?”  “No. It’s the wrap.” She cuts it with a knife and fork, I look the other way when I eat out in public with my mom.  Uses a knife and fork with pizza, dessert, lobster, the table rocks back and forth as she hacks into food.

I told her you getting stronger and this month your going to be moving around more, take walks, do the exercises that the Therapies showed you. It’s easier to talk to the wall than her sometimes.

Well if you are driving through Howard Beach, Queens stop into Sugar Buns to get a wrap or sandwich or cake.



The Big Event

My mom has lived on her house on 95th Street, Woodhaven, Queens since 1965. It’s attached row house my dad died of lung cancer in 1990. I can count the number of times my mom had a yard sale one and was a teenager at the time. Yesterday beautiful sunny Saturday was the second. We and the next door neighbors sat out late morning until after two and just made a few bucks. I grew-up on this block it was fun to sit and talk and watch what has become the new neighbors who toss out dirty diapers from their mini-van trying to be friendly buying my mom’s old snow shoves. Our other neighbor bought my mom’s many teapots. I was hoping to sell the perfectly preserved barbecue that stays in my mom’s basement and throw the out bags of charcoal for free. Instead sold the open bags of charcoal for two bucks. It’s a start to get fifty years of collected things out of the house. This is a differcult time in my life. My mom moving from a place that has always been there for me my tara, my stomping ground still, my childhood home. Woodhaven, Queens. You hipsters, bloggers should check it out it’s the other side of Atlantic Avenue before the airport. Next week we are planning another yard sale come.