Another New Memory

The Cantor's pastrami is still good, though the old place has gotten a little depressing and down at the heels. Later on tonight we're heading into Hollywood to hear K-Watzy play with a band at the Pig and Whistle. The Pig and Whistle? You heard me right.

Mummy P. is doing well. Her short term memory is not so hot but long-term -- wow! Brother Schmeckl was up last night and he and she remembered a story about Plotnik's father that Plottie had never heard before. It was as clear as yesterday to Mummy P. though it all happened more than sixty years ago.

Every time Plot thinks he has heard all the stories about his dad that there are to tell, another one pops out. Which is to say memory is a strange little bird. You don't know where it will land and you never know when. With Mummy P. these moments always come late at night. Plot is glad he's here.