I met a woman (welcome to the club, Al), but I thought there might be a problem.
I met a woman (welcome to the club, Al), but I thought there might be a problem.
It was Father’s Day a few years ago and the kids and I decided to do a tour of the Jersey shore. The plan was to start in Asbury Park, and then we would work our way along the coast to Belmar and then end up in Point Pleasant for a late lunch. In Asbury Park, as we walked the boardwalk, I got excited as we neared Convention Hall. I told the kids to follow me...
There are moments in life with our parents that, as children, we see it one way, and our parents see it another way.
People are like coins, we have two sides.
Heads, we are good, and tails, maybe we are not so good.
When you think of kids’ sleigh riding, you might picture a Currier & Ives print of children innocently navigating a hill of snow.
That wasn’t use as kids.
A play written by ChatGPT based on the Belmar stories from the ‘Conflict and Scotch’ blog written by Al DeLuise
There is an old saying that states you can choose your friends but you can’t choose your family.
Well, that is not necessarily true.
New Jersey shore houses had their own personalities, similar to the hotel in The Shining, but with more sand and far less blood in the hallway.
Recently, a friend who read my first book told me, “Al, I feel that you are the type of person who listens to the universe.”
It’s true, I listen to the universe. Either the universe, or intuition, or God, but I take notice.
It is no secret that I absolutely hate my name.
The irony of that is, it should not have been my name at all. It should have been my brother’s name.
Why?
It’s an Italian thing.
They always say, ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’.
And I didn’t.
I did, however, look under the hood.