Monday, June 12, 2006

Time for my annual post...

Sorry guys, busy as hell, as usual.

Thursday, January 12, 2006
Steve's house

"Yer never gonna guess who dis is!"

"Let's see. Deep voice, guinea accent. Luca Brasi?"

"Steve, it's your father!"

"I know who it is, Dad!"

It was a tough week and a half, but it looks like the worst is over. It's going to be a long road ahead, but at least he will live.

"I love you... all..." he says, before hanging up.

"I love you too, Dad."

"And tell dat girlfriend of yours she better come to my room next time!"

We laugh.


Friday, January 27, 2006
Pine Ridge Rehabilitation Center, room 105

"Didja see that nurse? The Puerto Rican one?"

"Which nurse, Dad?"

"Dat one, dat one," he says, leaping in his wheelchair and pointing to the door.

A creamy-complexioned, ponytailed nurse wiggles by the room in deep blue scrubs.

"Holy shit!"

"She likes me, too!" Dad says.

"Is that right?"

"Watch dis!" he says, picking up the telephone. "Hello, is dis da front desk? Dis is Mr. Trump in room 105, I mean, suite 105. Can you send my girlfriend Jasmine over here, please?"

He hangs up, and 30 seconds later, the Puerto Rican nurse walks through the door. "Hi, Frankie, what do you need, love?"

"I told my lousy son dat you have a crush on me, and he doesn't believe me!"

"Awww," she says, puckering exaggeratedly with Jolie-like lips. She plops herself down on Dad's lap.

Holy shit!

Supposedly, Dad did really well with the ladies in school, before he met Mom. But this nurse is 25, tops. Surely she's just kidding. Isn't she?

"What do you think?" Dad says.

"I think I want her to sit on my lap next!"

Dad can walk short distances with a cane now, and is looking much better. He's lost 40 pounds!

"Frank, I want to apologize for not visiting you at the hospital," Tim says, after Jasmine leaves.

"You did visit me."

"But I didn't come to your room."

"I understand," Dad says.


"Shh," he says. "Come here, Tim."

"I hope you don't expect me to sit on your lap," she chuckles.

"You can do dat after your boyfriend leaves," he winks.

She sits on the edge of the bed.

"Tim, I love you just like you were my own daughter," Dad says, and the room goes deathly silent. Dad never says "I love you" to anyone. When he said it to me a few weeks back, I thought he had too much morphine.

"Ohh," Tim says, hugging him. "I love you too, Frank!"

"I just wanted her to hug me," Dad smiles as she sits back on the bed, and we all laugh.