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making tables – part one

years ago my friend ellice and i were wandering around soho and saw a ‘tire table‘ on display in an art gallery for a ridiculous sum of money – at least we thought so at the time. the table consisted of a round piece of glass set upon two stacked tires.  freshly sprung from college, i suspect any amount of money for a piece of furniture may have seemed ridiculous back then, but we both really loved that table. right away, ellice and i set out on a mission to acquire free tires and made our own tire tables for the cost of a piece of glass.

recently, i was in need of a table with a large working space. as luck would have it, someone left a giant round glass table top downstairs in the basement.  i put the word out for a table base and my mother suggested another tire table, which i thought was a perfect idea.  i immediately put an order out to the universe for 3 tires so that i could make a new, larger version of my old beloved tire table.  i was so excited, that i forgot to include any details with the request  . . . .

shortly after i placed the order, on my way home from nj, my car fell into an enormous black hole in the middle of route 78 and blew out the right front tire. after 2 1/2 hours of waiting for roadside assistance, my brother thomas, a state trooper and a flatbed tow truck showed up all at about the same time.  my brother and the tow truck driver both told me that my spare tire was leaking and it was not going to make it back to the city –  i would have to follow my brother to his house, spend the night there and deal with the tire in the morning – which i did – sort of . . . .

tire 1

02-07-15 thomas flat tire


my brother woke me in the morning, asked for my keys and told me he was taking my car to the tire store, where he was meeting my dad who was going to pay for my new tire (thank you, dad!).  i asked thomas if he wouldn’t mind asking the guys at the tire store if he could have 3 old tires so that i could make my tire table.  he was not looking overly pleased with my request as he walked out the door around 9:00 am on a freezing cold sunday morning, but i knew he would come through.  3 hours later, thomas arrived back home with my sparkling clean car (he had taken to the car wash), sporting 4 brand new tires and my other 3 good tires all wrapped up in plastic bags in the trunk.

tire desk at 350 e 52nd st (1)

my next shout out to the universe is to send me a husband who is a perfect mix of my dad and my brother, thomas – no additional details required.


“The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.”
 ~ Dalai Lama



everyday . . .

this is the universe:


and this is the best father in it:

Dad (1)

happy father’s day to you, dad.

i love you billions x infinity!!




the 1%

this is my dad.  he cracks me up.  mostly because he thinks he’s really funny and that makes me laugh.

this is his favorite picture:

seriously.  he loves this picture.  he sends it to me all the time – e-mail and regular mail.

dad is a ‘do everything right’ kind of guy.  everything has to be done the best way possible – never just good enough.  the car must be serviced at the dealer because they will use the most expensive best oil.  they will also inform him of any unecessary additional maintenance that may be required to keep the car running optimally.  it would be completely impossible for dad ever not put something away immediately, leave a light on, a door open or a dish in the sink. he couldn’t possibly walk by a small scrap of paper or lint on the floor without calling one of his children down from the third floor to  stopping to pick it up.

dad is one of the hardest workers i ever saw. when i was a little kid, i remember dad leaving for work all dressed up in his suit every morning – when he wasn’t off in some foreign land looking for water so that he could bid on a well to drill. mom stayed home to raise the kids so it was up to him to make all the money for everything including 4 college educations that he paid for 100%.  i always wondered why grown-ups would sometimes say, “what do you think money grows on trees?”  i always knew money didn’t grow on trees, that’s silly.  it grew in dad’s wallet.

now, except for church and some golfing in the summer time, he is still always working on something –  whether it’s researching information for one of his (grown adult) kids, reading an instruction manual for his juicer, camera, phone, ipad or anything nobody else bothers with,  cutting the grass, washing the dog, vacuuming out the inside of the dryer, building or refinishing furniture for someone, shining shoes or volunteering for the knights of columbus, he is always working on something.  here he is doing something crazy working on the lawn:

in the early days he wore a suit to the office everyday. now he wears stuff like this.  go figure.

dad is always 20 minutes early on time for everything – no matter what – and he gets stuff done. he makes lists and actually checks off the projects in order of completion. who does that??

in all these years, i’ve never known him to yell gossip, lie, cheat or steal in any way. if he was mistakenly undercharged for something in a store, he would immediately point it out to the clerk.  my mother even thinks he actually tries to pay more for stuff he could get cheaper.

dad loves his family more than anything in the world and there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for us. growing up, i thought that’s just how all dad’s were – but  now i know –  i’m the one percent – and so is my dad.

i love you, dad!!

“My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.”
– Jim Valvano