ALAN TRUSCOTT (PART II)
Below you will find my response to Alan’s thoughts which were posted the other day.
TO: ANONYMOUS PENITENT
FROM: ‘A PHILADELPHIA STOCKBROKER’
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.
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Bridge-related
To Judy while toasting the onset of 2011:
Yes, Alan was heinous, but you are a genius.
Sweetheart (that’s you, Bobby):
Just as numeracy comes to you, words are my salvation. TRADE YA!!!
Judy
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!
Tony:
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.