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  No Christmas Skits This Year––Just Brotherly Blunders By Steve Eskew Grrrr! On our very first day at New York’s Golden Oldies Senior Center, my shamefully rivalrous brother Reggie mortified me in a game of charades. And I had so wanted to impress these trendy seniors––mostly “Swifties.”  Reggie had written down one of humankind’s most asinine phrases for me to usher in my pantomime debut.  Reggie gloated with glee when he saw my face fall as I read my mime phrase: “Ice Cream Has No Bones.” “Curses!,” said I in an undertone, then went on to make the audience laugh heartily at my humiliating attempt to mime that phrase. As zealous/jealous siblings ,   we’ve always delighted in getting each other’s goat in public. Never mean-spirited. But, unscathed by age, we’re more merciless than ever.  Thankfully the other seniors seem to relish witnessing the amicable wisecracks of us bantering brothers. Good thing they dig us cool cats. I’ll definitely need that captive audience to be chipper this