Judy Kay-Wolff



Below you will find my response to Alan’s thoughts which were posted  the other day.




Diamonds are red – clubs are black

All I wants — my OWN coat back


Replete with gloves — and scarf – and  keys

The way you found it — if you please


I cannot understand — your taste

You must have acted – in wild haste


For if vicuna — was the booty

Or perchance — a cashmere beauty


I could see — why for the snatch

For it would be — a worthwhile catch


But what you GRABBED — was no great shake

And what you LEFT — I would not take


Your name is known — in many lands

For stealing — overtricks and hands


But I thought — you were confined

To robbing STRANGE – opponents blind


‘Cause never did I — once suspect

That coats of TEAMMATES — you collect


Or this flash of – KLEPTOMANIA

Would touch a friend — from PENNSYLVANIA.


Bobby WolffJanuary 1st, 2011 at 8:29 am

To Judy while toasting the onset of 2011:

Yes, Alan was heinous, but you are a genius.

Judy Kay-WolffJanuary 1st, 2011 at 8:44 am

Sweetheart (that’s you, Bobby):

Just as numeracy comes to you, words are my salvation. TRADE YA!!!


TonyJanuary 1st, 2011 at 8:49 am

I agree with Bobby. Your poetry is really special. I remember you from the old days — your parties (always accompanied by topical musical shows). People still talk about them!

Judy Kay-WolffJanuary 1st, 2011 at 9:03 am


Just as bridge does not come naturally to some, through concerted effort and determination, they rise above the lack of inherent talent with which they were born (namely, moi). And, as one gets older (and I fit the bill), it becomes harder to achieve, because I was not blessed with natural talents. However, ever since I was a kid, I was writing poems, topical songs, personalized party invitations, etc. I even wrote three bridge shows for my Unit and “The Colonial Capers” when the British team came to Philly in 1976 to challenge the local experts on the 200th annivesary of our indepenence from Great Britain. I savor the challenge and always enjoy a new subject and the opportunity to blog about it.

Of course, Alan Truscott set me up beautifully for my reply. People in New York still remember that famous New Year’s morning and Norman’s cold coatless trip home.