Judy Simon
I went to the Catskills with a Riverdale Senior Center group. The hotel was called the Nevele. I remember Irving M. stopping me when I passed his table. He said he wanted someone to talk to. I sat down next to him. I couldn’t get a word in. He talked nonstop, as usual all about himself. He is dead now and we all miss his ego-centric presence.
I’ve been coming to the Simon Senior Center so many years. So many people have left for Florida, died or moved to be with their children. Life goes on! New people join us.
Friday, February 6, 2009
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