memories

It’s funny what triggers memories. My friend, comedian John Wing wrote an obituary for Norm Crosby. My family used to watch Crosby on Sullivan. That triggered a memory of my uncle Archie Eisenstadt who resembled Crosby, or so I thought as a kid. It made him a celebrity in my eyes. He was deaf. I remember watching him and my aunt Virginia cut a rug on the dance floor at bar mitzvahs. I asked my mum “How can Uncle Archie be such a great dancer if he can’t hear the music?” “He feels the vibrations through the floor.” I haven’t thought about Archie in years. Thanks John. Rest in peace Norm and Archie.