It all started last June when I refused to let Annabelle watch the DVD of the French film The Baker’s Wife. She had asked me several times to play it, and I kept finding reasons to postpone. After several frustrating weeks, after I had turned down her request to watch Cyrano de Bergerac with Gerard … Continue reading 134. I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW →

It was a cold morning, December 12, and I had to step out for a doctor’s appointment. When my car showed up to take me to East 54th Street, the driver called to tell me he was outside the building. I put on my cap and limped to the walker. Okay, babies, I told them. … Continue reading 133. CHRISTMAS IS COMING →

Murders don’t happen to ordinary folk. They’re a part of la vie de low-life, or crime families like the Gottis or Trumps, but peaceful, minding-their-own-business folk are beyond such things, I believed. I do not even know exactly how this began. No, wait. I blame Annabelle, who’s been restless lately. I was sure some of … Continue reading 132. FRONT WINDOW →

The morning had been far too fraught for comfort. I had gone wild when the payment for Martin’s concerts came in. The cats got food and treats, I ordered supplies for the apartment and my worktable, and the shipments arrived in huge cartons I needed to unpack in the lobby to drag up to the … Continue reading 131. MY NAME IS MRS. NORMAN … BATES →

I was lying on my bed, listening to my iTunes play about fifteen songs of Martin’s proposed concert list. I needed to get into the groove and form some ideas for the concert overture I was going to score. It had been a busy morning for this old gimp: I had dressed, fed the cats, … Continue reading 130. STRICTLY POLITICAL →

I sat at the computer staring vacantly at the screen. My bank account was down to a few pennies, and I figured if I stared long enough a healthy balance would suddenly appear. I hadn’t worked since March 2020, when the pandemic ended the world we once knew. At that time, I had a show … Continue reading 129. WHAT PRICE STARDOM? →

As Oscar Hammerstein once wrote, “May was full of promises,” and we watched it turn into June with great hopes. The first good news was that the property in Ohio that my dad left to me and my brothers when he died in 2007 was finally sold, on the contingency that the City of Middletown … Continue reading 128. BRIDGES AND TROLLS →

Annabelle! I called. The postman just delivered a huge package.Oh, that was fast, she replied, but the timing is perfect for Monday.What does that mean? I asked.Open it! Thatch called from his bed on top of the dresser. He rose, stretched, and jumped down to the floor to join her in examining the parcel.Give it … Continue reading 127. THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU →

I stumbled off the elevator and pushed the walker to the apartment door. Still shaking, I fumbled with the door knob before I could open it. I entered the apartment, shut the door, and locked it. What’s wrong? Annabelle asked me. You never lock the door in the morning. Just a minute, I wheezed. I … Continue reading 126. FEARLESS →

Memorial Day was on Monday, and I had spent too much of Friday morning thinking about my dad. I hadn’t accomplished much: I’d washed my coffee cup and the cats’ breakfast dishes, cleaned the dirty litter, and made the bed. I didn’t think of William E. Moore very much these days, not like the first … Continue reading 125. MEMORIAL DAY →