|Rory working on his first six pack|
I assume my mother's shock temporarily cut off the air to her brain. If you want to hear the full story, come to Bar 82 tonight for We Three Productions Reading Event, I'm spilling the beans on "Bender's Barbell."
Story teaser: June 1961, during one of our infrequent midweek on time dinners with all four of us at the kitchen table the doorbell rang. After we exchanged "a nobody rings our bell at this time" look, Mom said,"Who the hell is that?" Up comes Dad's friend, Al Bender, holding a barbell at his side that looks like it was made by the bearded lady while drunk on hootch as a birthday gift for her sweetie the circus strongman. Al says hello, softly places the barbell on the linoleum, and says before walking out, "Bob, I was bored at work and made this for your boys."
|Tommy, 55 lbs, makes believe he will lift the 47 lb barbell|
Here you see the barbell, Rory and me, three prisoners of 83rd Street working out. Come by tonight and hear our full tale. Rory is gone 14 years, but his spirit will float over Second Avenue tonight.
We Three Productions
Mon, Sept 17th @ 8pm
free literary show
@ Bar 82
136 2nd Avenue @ St. Marks
Friday, October 5th @ 6:30pm
1607 York Avenue
All fans of "Yorkville: Stoops to Nuts" are welcome!
|Mom, Rory's Tee Shirt, "What were you thinking?"|