My rivers of friendship
THE Godblessus NY Post recently reviewed the life of Joan Rivers. I spent her final days — in a hospital bed — holding my closest friend’s hand, hoping that a retold memory would evoke a reaction. It has not. She lay motionless.
We had traveled together, vacationed together, lived only blocks apart, and even negotiated the purchase of interconnecting hotel apartments. There was a morning 15 years ago when nurses, equipment and IVs carried me home after an appendicitis attack. I could hardly breathe on my own. Uninvited, unasked, Joan came and let me sit with her to watch her documentary on Joan Rivers.
A week before she left us, we spent seven days full of London shows, friends, relaxation. On the flight home, she talked about the upcoming surgery. I mentioned their age and repeated repairs and argued strongly against it.
On the altar of Temple Emanu-El, speaking at her funeral, I shared stories with Joan. For VIPs and 700 crowded people in a place of worship next to two rabbis in ecclesiastical attire, one of them was bad taste. But I told it anyway: It was the morning she walked by wearing a large black patch over her right eye. Me: Why the black spot? Joan: That’s what happens when you spend a whole night having fun Al Roker.” The synagogue went crazy. Yelled, yelled, applauded. Roker’s wife laughed. The rabbis don’t.
Another story. We visited Colonial Williamsburg over a weekend. At night, the superstitious Joan rammed heavy club chairs against our doors and spread crumpled newspapers beside them. Excited, she wanted to leave the next morning. The exact quote from Joan Rivers: “This place is haunted. Last night the closet started to move towards me.” We left early.
One more. She always carried her QVC jewelry in her purse and gave it out as a thank you or tip. Wherever she was in civilization – NYC, LA, Albany or Albania – her assistant had to scare a local beautician and barber. Every morning, wherever Joan Rivers was, two professionals came to do her makeup and hair.
“Mrs Doubtfire‘ had its own fire of doubt.
After the three previews in March 2020, the standstill came. director Jerry Zaks says the show is now back at the Stephen Sondheim Theater.
Four new kids are now making their Broadway debuts. Everyone plays four performances a week. Titus and Tyler share the role of Christopher. Austin Elle and Ava Gail play along with Natalie. If only Ethel Merman and Mary Martin had been so civilized.
The Doubtfire family is even family. actor Markus Evans and his husband Justin Mortelli Expecting a little girl next month. So far she has no role to play.
CURIOUS how a cop’s salary buys thick silk ties and more suits than Tom cruise has. Long before Eric Adams raised his income tax, I had repeatedly asked for an interview. Was not granted.
Woman. by Blasio helped this mayoral election. Watch her thank you with her leadership experience as Brooklyn’s next Boro President. work better.
REG. Kathy Hochul‘s dream ticket running mate, state Sen. Brian BenjaminShe’s a nightmare now. In upstate New York, the governor and Lt. gov. not as a team like our President and Vice President. In 1982, Ed Koch ran for governor. His running mate was Alfred DelBello, Westchester County executive. Mario Cuomo beat Koch, but DelBello became Mario’s Lt. Govern elected.
To quote a Pole, everyone in Albany is on probation.
Do you LIVE here and worry about what is happening to your existence? No problem. Just contact the Psychic Network. They can tell you your future – even if you don’t have one.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.
https://nypost.com/2022/04/18/who-needs-thelma-and-louise-when-you-have-rivers-and-adams/ Who needs Thelma and Louise when you’ve got Rivers and Adams?