Regarding "how the other half lives"> Every once in a while Ronnie would get really excited about a pending family trip to New York City to visit the relatives there. There were relatives in Brooklyn, Manhatten, and Long Island, and New Rochelle. To me it was always a real drag. I am not sure why. Perhaps the long car trip there, the strange apartments, the schlepping here and there .
Once we were in New Rochelle at my Uncle Herb Ross' house (he was a publisher then of Q Magazine�). It was Passover and as the youngest son (my cousin David was too young at the time) I had to read the Four Questions at the Passoverseder. Neither my father or the Hebrew school had prepared me adequately for this task. It was an embarrassing moment but somehow I pulled it off.
These relatives lived in a great big house, it seemed like four levels and was a sprawlingly large house by comparison with, for example, Jay Bowling's house in Kenmore, which I described as a “mansion” earlier. This place was "�over the top."
My cousins: Judy, Nancy, David