Big Apple Meets the Gals from Minne-Apple

One of my Mom's favorite things to do was an annual October trip to New York with her friends and cousin. As I used to go to New York on business, I often had the pleasure of joining them on some of their outings.

Back in the hotel after a day of shopping, cousin Joni shrugged out of her warm, furry wrap and recalled a coat she had seen that she really wanted. "I just can't buy it, I've got this beaver coat Jim gave me, but I DO like that other one so much." Mom's friend Gloria said, "Joni! You're in New York! Just go down on the street and sell your beaver!"

Gloria used to tie an old pair of pantyhose around her waist, put her money in one of the legs, then tucked her stash safely under her trousers. Mom, walking down to the subway behind her nearly wet her pants laughing when she saw that Gloria's tail had come teasingly free and was wagging back and forth begging to be taken.

My son Ryan and I were in New York and joined the group for dinner. The ladies were fascinated by an old guy dating a young chick at the table behind us and went so far as getting out the compact mirrors to watch the goings on. I hope the couple's real story was half as fascinating as the one the ladies were conjecturing. 
There's nothing quite like going to New York and tipping a few with your Mom--here's to you, Jackie!
 ©12/2012  Jana B Patrick,  janasrandomwriting.blogspot.com

Gloria!

Jackie, Gloria, Marlene and Joni, 2000

 Joni and Jackie with New York's finest