Searching for an old, old address book, I just busted open a shiny old Bloomingdale’s box full of memorabilia. I wanted to see if the address of Uncanny Valley, where the next Emily Books event takes place, is the same building where my musician ex-boyfriend lived with his band, in the upstairs loft, in like 1991/1992. I remember us joking back then that some day this would be a cool neighborhood. It was anything but at the time!
In the box, I found some gems: My “autographed” photo of Frank Sinatra, one of my first crushes (at a time when my friends were gaga for David Cassidy, I was into Frank and Andy Williams); A song book from the temple I grew up in, and where my dad was the cantor until I was 8, before he got a fancier job in the city; and a note from my little sister when she was about five or six, wishing me a “Hape Honok” which I’m pretty sure translates as “happy hanukah” in that phonetic spelling they used to (inexplicably) teach kids before they taught them the right way to spell.
Very satisfying procrastination session, I must say. And now…back to work.
