July 16, 1998 |
The song was one of those swinging tunes from the 1940s that never failed to send Joseph Secco dashing onto the dance floor. He whirled around with his wife, Nancy, until he was dead on his feet. "I'm tired," he said. "Let's sit the next one out." He flopped into his chair with all the grace of a stuffed laundry bag flung from the rafters. Nancy thought he was joking, until she noticed him gasping for breath and flailing his arms, the look on his face that said he was already gone.
May 23, 1994 |
My first experience of "going steady" with someone was spent in complete silence. This offered a wholly different perspective on "worrying about what to say." My friend Roger was the intermediary for a slender, freckle-faced boy I'll call Joe. Joe moved into our neighborhood about the same time spring weather ushered in cherry blossoms, warmer winds and a wave of new feelings that unexpectedly hit the sixth- and seventh-graders of our school.
December 27, 2009 |
"Why should you worry if he grows or not, Joe?" says Mr. Kandinsky, the old East End tailor in Wolf Mankowitz's 1953 novel "A Kid for Two Farthings" (Bloomsbury: 128 pp., $14 paper), to his 6-year-old charge. "Take everything for what it is; don't try to improve it, Joe. A chicken is a chicken. A man is a man. A little unicorn is a little unicorn. It's enough." Though the unicorn in question is most likely a sickly goat with one nubbin of a horn -- whom Joe discovered at an animal market alongside dog-sellers and someone known as the Eel King -- Mr. Kandinsky doesn't shatter the story the boy has spun around the creature.
HOME & GARDEN
July 6, 2013 |
Looking back, perhaps it was just timing. Or perhaps it was the peculiar ambience of the Saddle Ranch Chop House (mechanical bull, sticky floor and stale beer smell) that thwarted a connection. Normally I wouldn't have been caught dead in that place, but it was Christmas Eve, and I had agreed to meet my friend Rachel, her boyfriend and their friend Joe for drinks. Joe was handsome in a normal-guy kind of way. Not my type - a bit too old and too well dressed. All I remember from that day is that he smoked menthols, he lived in Hollywood, and never in my life had a guy shown less interest in me. The next couple of years, I saw Joe once or twice, always at parties on the Eastside, where, to my dismay, my newly married friends had been migrating.
May 4, 1994 |
My neighbor is in bad shape. She's decrepit, she's broken; all she seems to have are memories. She's been alone and abandoned, in embarrassingly declining health, for about 10 years. People pass her daily, glance curiously, and move along. Some say they care, but they're not in a position to do anything. I refer to my neighbor as a "she" because she has always struck me as such. She's an "it," though. She's a house. I have looked out on her windows for 15 years. She was built around 1929 or '30.
January 10, 1987 |
Joe and Kay Peterson look like your average, everyday retired couple. Joe, tall and bespectacled with a quick laugh, once worked as a union electrician. Kay, white-haired and petite, used to be a registered nurse. But one fact distinguishes these 59-year-olds from most others: For the last 17 years the former Huntington Beach couple have lived a life some people only dream about.
July 22, 2009 |
Demonstrating that the big apple does not fall far from the tree, Hal Steinbrenner has borrowed a page from father George to motivate -- that's one word for it -- his baseball manager. "Joe [Girardi] knows what's expected of him. It's never changed," Steinbrenner told the New York Daily News. "We expect to win every year. Joe knows who he's working for. Joe knows the organization as good as anyone. He knows what's expected of him and he expects that of himself."
November 24, 2006 |
"A wedding is for daughters and fathers.... They stop being married to each other on that day." This bittersweet insight inspires the dream world of "Eurydice," now receiving its Los Angeles premiere in a Circle X Theatre Co. production. Playwright Sarah Ruhl strikingly re-conceives the Greek myth of the girl who falls underground and the musician who tries to bring her back to light as a story of wedding jitters.
July 14, 1994 |
Michael Mollo knows that "Fire Under Water (Prometheus Drowned)" is sure to be difficult for anyone who sees it. It's difficult for him; it's difficult for his actors, and it's difficult for those who have watched the play take shape in rehearsals. "This is a very demanding piece because it's stylistic, and it inverts reality . . . it just might be too challenging for Orange County or elsewhere," Mollo said resignedly of his new drama, which premieres at the Tribune Theatre on Friday.