Monsters from Maui just came out on video; I’m in line to rent it next.”
“Bag Lady Betty?” Bobby laughed. “Sucked.”
Grace’s chin dropped further.
Bobby continued. “How about that scene where she grabs her feet and cries about her big toe.”
Craig laughed. “Yeah, but she’s hot.”
Grace smiled.
Bobby waved out his hand. “If you like those types.”
The smile fell from Grace’s face.
“Anyhow,” Craig said. “You ought to check her out, Grace. You look like her.”
Bobby gave hard look to Grace. “Nah, I don’t see it at all.”
“It was nice meeting you, Grace.” Craig shook her hand. “See you guys around.”
Bobby was smiling and changed expression when he saw that Grace wasn’t. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re so mean about that actress. How do you know she isn’t good and the movies just were bad?”
“Monsters from Maui.”
“How would you feel if people were running around your back saying your art sucked.”
Bobby hesitated in drinking his beer. “You got a point.”
“Thank you.” Grace grabbed her beer.
“Are you Jewish?”
Again, Grace choked and spit out. “You keep making me do that.”
“I’m sorry. Did that offend you? I was just wondering, because my mom said you were Jewish.”
“No. I’m not Jewish, my last name is. It’s Berkowitz, but I’m not Jewish.”
“Good. Not that it mattered; it’s just that my mom has this thing about me getting a nice Catholic girl.”
“That’s me.” Grace raised her hand. “Born and bred.”
“Grace Berkowitz the nice Catholic girl.”
“Yep.”
“Grace!” Came a male voice, bright and upbeat.
Grace turned her head. Chip and a woman were approaching the table. “Shit.”
“What?” Bobby asked.
Chip walked to the table. “Nice to see you out and are you one a date?”
“Yes,” Grace answered. “First date. This is Bobby. Bobby this is Chip, my manger at Bargain-Mart.”
“Nice to meet you, Bobby.” Chip shook his hand. “Grace and Freddy are quite the addition to the store. This is my wife, Catherine.”
Catherine was petite and pleasant. A semi attractive woman with dark, big hair. “How do you do?”
Chip spoke, “Grace here is the one I was telling you about Dear.”
“Oh. Oh.” She grinned. “Very nice to meet you.”
“Thank you.”
“Chip, sweetie,” Catherine said. “Let’s let them get back to their first date.”
“Sure thing,” Chip said. “Have a good time.”
Just as she walked away, Catherine stopped. “Oh, shoot, Grace, forgot. Chip says you told him you were Jewish and wanting to meet other Jewish woman. I’m here. If you wanna go to the Synagogue with me, just let me know, I’ll take you and introduce you to the rabbi.”
Grace gave a thumbs up. “Thanks.”
Bobby stared, and after they had left ear distance, faced Grace. “I thought you said you were Catholic.”
“I am.”
“But you told them you were Jewish.”
“It’s a new thing,” Grace said.
“A new thing?”
“Yes.” Then Grace proceeded to do what she always did, rambled fast. “I’m a Christian Jew. Jewish Christian. One day I believe Jesus was the son of God, the next day I don’t. Probably why I can write my book. It goes back and forth. Jesus is God, Jesus is not. There’s a special church for folks like us. Best of both worlds. Whoever I date is in luck, I celebrate Hanukah and Christmas.” She flashed a smile.
“Yeah.” Bobby chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head. He looked at Grace, chuckled again. “As I said, you’re funny.” He grabbed his beer.
+++
Numerous artists had recorded the song, but Alfonzo enjoyed the version by Jay and the Americans, recorded in 1965.
Cara Mia
The song which started out with a slow tempo, picked p with a swing, and the vocals held emotional punch.
Probably not as much of an emotional punch that Lou wanted to give his son.
Al played the song over and over.
The song ended, and then it started again. The repeat
“Bag Lady Betty?” Bobby laughed. “Sucked.”
Grace’s chin dropped further.
Bobby continued. “How about that scene where she grabs her feet and cries about her big toe.”
Craig laughed. “Yeah, but she’s hot.”
Grace smiled.
Bobby waved out his hand. “If you like those types.”
The smile fell from Grace’s face.
“Anyhow,” Craig said. “You ought to check her out, Grace. You look like her.”
Bobby gave hard look to Grace. “Nah, I don’t see it at all.”
“It was nice meeting you, Grace.” Craig shook her hand. “See you guys around.”
Bobby was smiling and changed expression when he saw that Grace wasn’t. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re so mean about that actress. How do you know she isn’t good and the movies just were bad?”
“Monsters from Maui.”
“How would you feel if people were running around your back saying your art sucked.”
Bobby hesitated in drinking his beer. “You got a point.”
“Thank you.” Grace grabbed her beer.
“Are you Jewish?”
Again, Grace choked and spit out. “You keep making me do that.”
“I’m sorry. Did that offend you? I was just wondering, because my mom said you were Jewish.”
“No. I’m not Jewish, my last name is. It’s Berkowitz, but I’m not Jewish.”
“Good. Not that it mattered; it’s just that my mom has this thing about me getting a nice Catholic girl.”
“That’s me.” Grace raised her hand. “Born and bred.”
“Grace Berkowitz the nice Catholic girl.”
“Yep.”
“Grace!” Came a male voice, bright and upbeat.
Grace turned her head. Chip and a woman were approaching the table. “Shit.”
“What?” Bobby asked.
Chip walked to the table. “Nice to see you out and are you one a date?”
“Yes,” Grace answered. “First date. This is Bobby. Bobby this is Chip, my manger at Bargain-Mart.”
“Nice to meet you, Bobby.” Chip shook his hand. “Grace and Freddy are quite the addition to the store. This is my wife, Catherine.”
Catherine was petite and pleasant. A semi attractive woman with dark, big hair. “How do you do?”
Chip spoke, “Grace here is the one I was telling you about Dear.”
“Oh. Oh.” She grinned. “Very nice to meet you.”
“Thank you.”
“Chip, sweetie,” Catherine said. “Let’s let them get back to their first date.”
“Sure thing,” Chip said. “Have a good time.”
Just as she walked away, Catherine stopped. “Oh, shoot, Grace, forgot. Chip says you told him you were Jewish and wanting to meet other Jewish woman. I’m here. If you wanna go to the Synagogue with me, just let me know, I’ll take you and introduce you to the rabbi.”
Grace gave a thumbs up. “Thanks.”
Bobby stared, and after they had left ear distance, faced Grace. “I thought you said you were Catholic.”
“I am.”
“But you told them you were Jewish.”
“It’s a new thing,” Grace said.
“A new thing?”
“Yes.” Then Grace proceeded to do what she always did, rambled fast. “I’m a Christian Jew. Jewish Christian. One day I believe Jesus was the son of God, the next day I don’t. Probably why I can write my book. It goes back and forth. Jesus is God, Jesus is not. There’s a special church for folks like us. Best of both worlds. Whoever I date is in luck, I celebrate Hanukah and Christmas.” She flashed a smile.
“Yeah.” Bobby chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head. He looked at Grace, chuckled again. “As I said, you’re funny.” He grabbed his beer.
+++
Numerous artists had recorded the song, but Alfonzo enjoyed the version by Jay and the Americans, recorded in 1965.
Cara Mia
The song which started out with a slow tempo, picked p with a swing, and the vocals held emotional punch.
Probably not as much of an emotional punch that Lou wanted to give his son.
Al played the song over and over.
The song ended, and then it started again. The repeat
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