20 hours ago
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Originally posted July 31, 2008
During long days away from home, what makes home "home" becomes, in between the pressing needs of chores written down on a list, a wonderment of longing.
From my bubby's home, via my childhood's home.
From a friend's house no longer wanted.
From the street - placed carefully so that everyone passing would know it was up for grabs.
From an abandoned yeshiva summer camp.
From a long-lost cousin and painter in Moscow, smuggled to me in the late 1970s before Gorbachev and glasnost.
From a roommate who moved west in 1979.
From a neighbor. (The pillows were $2.50 each at a Church basement sale on 37th Street.)
From Florence's ex-girlfriend.
1. From Florence's other ex-girlfriend - a recipe from Florence's mother-in-law given to said ex-girlfriend one evening in 1947 at my parents' apartment in Knickerbocker Village. 2. From a temp job in 1978 - Mapplethorpe portraits of Lisa Lyon's biceps. 3. From a former boss in 1997, an internet joke of a meditation on killing someone to reduce stress. 4. Magnets from my roommate who lived here at 17 and has, in her forties, since returned.