Somewhere along the road, I seem to recall being told that while I did spend the first part of my childhood living in Queens, I was born in a hospital in Brooklyn called Boulevard Hospital which was no longer in business. Apparently this is a complete falsehood! Imagine my chagrin when I found out that I was not born in Brooklyn, but in Queens where my parents already lived! (Really that does make more sense when you think about it, but I never did.) A tiny, probably somewhat unimportant misconception, but I based a full half of my entire subtitle of this blog on that fact! Somehow, “born in Queens, living in the ‘Couv” doesn’t roll of the tongue quite as nicely. And now I can no longer say “That’s where I’m from!” when someone gets a strike on the “wrong” or “Brooklyn” side anymore! (for those of you that don’t know, that’s a bowling term. Yes, I bowl. Don’t hate me for my 136 average… /duck)
/sigh
So you can see how a tiny portion of my self-image has been shattered. However will I go on??
Somehow I think I may be able to put this behind me. I bet a trip to Coldstone would do the trick…
And this, dear readers, is where you come in. Now don’t disappoint me! I need some suggestions on a new subtitle for my blog. Let the ideas flow…
