Some Bernie Stories
there are many
1)
Lynda visited today
and she said that she
had three Bernie Uncles.
Bernie Bernie Bernie.
2)
I had one Uncle Bernie.
My mother’s sister Ruthie
married Bernie, an epidemiologist.
3)
Years ago a stranger came
to my office by mistake.
He thought I was someone else
and just walked in. “I’m Bernie,”
he said. We became friends. Once
a month we had lunch at West Side Diner.
Now his daughter Laura is a very good friend.
4)
Diane has a half Mexican son
named Bernie. Next Wednesday
he’s going to have jaw surgery.
Fingers crossed for him.
Tell us about your Bernies.
My dog’s name is Bernie, named after Bernie Sanders and Bernie Williams. And when Carl Reiner asked the 2000-year old man who invented sex, he said, “That’s easy. It was Bernie!”
My stepdad's name was Bernie, short for
Bernard Jonas. We called him BJ, but his siblings called him Bunny all their lives.
He was a prince, born in Brooklyn. A few things that made him lovable:
A veteran of D-Day+1, he went to Yale on the GI bill, and went back to France for cooking lessons. He met my mother at Scottish dance class, where he was a master.
BJ worked for social services in downtown Brooklyn, probably the most compassionate person at the office. I'd take my sketchbook to the Promenade for harbor views, then he'd meet me there for classic deli sandwiches.
Everyone deserves a Dad like BJ.