Monday, January 13, 2014

THE OLD MAN WHO ROCKED MY WORLD


The Tamarac movie theater is very popular with the seniors. Tickets are $4 a show except on Tuesday when they are $ 2. At this homey cinema, men are still considered "gentlemen."

Howard Hurwitz sat down next to me at the $4 cinema. In a theater with about 300 seats, 30 of them filled, he chose to sit right beside me. While I am partial to aisle seats, I sat one in from the aisle on Saturday, thereby leaving the seat to the right of me free. And there Howard plunked himself down, khaki pants and a plaid shirt accented with a black lumbar support brace, his chrome cane parked between his legs.

Really?

My first reaction, I confess, was not one of joy. I thought about moving over a seat. I saw other people do it when their space had been invaded. I didn't get up. I couldn't. I was scared the move might hurt his feelings. I was concerned the action would be construed as anti-social (because indeed it is) and I didn't want to make the guy feel bad.

I stayed and proceeded to try and get his attention, say hello, acknowledge him with a smile. How could we share an armrest and not know each other to some degree? I looked his way.  He did not look my way. So I looked the other away. In a few seconds, I tried it again. Same thing. This was a tad awkward. (In hindsight I attribute his slow start to being momentarily enchanted by my comparative youth.)

Eventually we engaged in conversation, straining to hear each other over the loud ads. We talked movies mostly. Hey, like I always say, "When at the movies..."*  Howard goes to the movies twice a week on average and always on Tuesdays when admission is $2. As it turns out, did not care for American Hustle but liked The Book Thief and Philomena very much. He usually steers clear of comedies and sci-fi; Howard prefers "substance."

Once Dallas Buyers Club started, we stopped talking. When he caught sight of Matthew McConaughey's bony body in a hospital gown, Howard nudged me and whispered, "He should eat a good meal."

We enjoyed the film and sat for while after. I was happy to talk to him. Howard is "retired and working." He works for AARP 3 days a week at a center that caters to less fortunate seniors. Many go to the center to play games, get a good meal, and do some crafts. Howard said he often cries at the end of a day. Howard came to Florida via NJ. He and his wife moved down in the 80's and she passed away in 2002. He was seeing another woman for a while but not anymore. She was a Republican, he confided, and shook his head.

Howard and I were the last 2 in the theater. When the cleaning guy came in, I said, "C'mon Howard, we better go."

On the drive home, I thought about Howard a lot. The old man stirred up all sorts of feelings. I kind of wished I had asked him out for coffee so I could have heard more about his life. And I wished that I had asked him to take a selfie with me.I am glad Howard took the seat beside me. I am glad I did not move away and I intend to return to the Tamarac movie theater on a Tuesday afternoon and find him.


*I've actually never said that before.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

TALES OF A SUBSTITUTE TEACHER: MEET MR. DICK PAGE

Discovered in a 7th grade English textbook during first period, I took the book away to prevent an eternity of laughter over "Dick Page" in each subsequent class.
Only slightly less monumental than the cave paintings at Lascaux are the human phallus likenesses found anywhere pen-toting adolescents roam. They are rampant in middle and upper school, appearing randomly in books, on class notes, and ingrained on bus seats. These sketches of a sexual nature, that broach vandalism and self-expression, have inspired me to create two characters -- Mr. Dick Page and Mr. Dick Doodles -- who may at one point appear in the titillating screenplay I've been plotting.

At my request, my daughter captured this image "in the field" otherwise known as "the school bus."
My good friend, Deborah Grayson, is a revered clinical psychotherapist and professor who doses out sexual therapy as as some might recall recipes.  The soon-to-be Dr. Grayson provided professional insight on this growing adolescent art form, "For as long as the world has been spinning, penises have been at the heart of a boy's universe. It's handy (wink, wink) and fascinating!" For this very reason, Grayson explains as I strain to hear her at a cousin's rock concert, you don't see many vagina drawings. The vagina, tucked away, largely remains a mystery even to those who have one.

11th grade boys in the back of the room created "Dick Doodles" during an in-class assignment.
As Grayson mulled this over some more in a pre-caffeinated state one morning, she suggested, "The equivalent for a girl would be breasts. I think girls would be more apt to draw them for the same reason boys draw dicks. It's their own personal calling card." To date, I have not, when playing substitute teacher, found any boob drawings in my class, but you know, my eyes are pealed!

UPDATES:
Discoverdd at Forest Glen Middle, Social Studies Book (2.24.2014)

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Hey teachers, parents, and others: While de-facing a book or bus seat with any kind of drawing is wrong and would require discipline, how do you handle random sex-themed sketches on notepaper?