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.