Pop had a Jewish colleague whose non-Jewish wife won the Hadassah Fundraiser of the year award.
When I was living in MontrÃ©al with Paul and the kids, I used to watch Homicide. I found it a quite remarkable show.
I’m watching it again, with Jeff, and if anything it’s even better than the first time around, as I think I am a more observant and trenchant critic. But it’s sure got me thinking.
One of the episodes was even more powerful than usual, and I had two very strong memories of it. One is of a scene where the mother of the shooter and the mother of the dead boy end up in the same waiting room. I remembered a couple of pieces of that conversation accurately.
At the end of the show, I remember Yaphet Kotto as Giardello giving advice to the shooter, who’s about to spend the rest of his life in jail. I remember them being outside, against a grey building.
It wasn’t Yaphet Kotto – it was Andre Braugher. They weren’t outside, they were inside.
What I remembered was the emotional intensity. I remembered a lot of what was said. I just didn’t remember it accurately.
The older I get, the harder it is to be positive about anything. I’ve straightened out that little bit of inaccuracy, but now all I can think of is Patricia saying, “Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes?”