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THURSDAY, APRIL 14, 2016
The Rockaway Times
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Cuisine by Claudette
Artisan Food Store, Caterer, and Espresso/Juice Bar
"Do it with passion"
Located on 143 Beach 116th Street,
Rockaway Beach, NY
718-945-5511
www.facebook.com/cuisinebyclaudette
Be sure to catch us this summer at Riis Park Beach Bazaar! We'll be slinging up Falafel
and all types of Middle Eastern specials at Bay 13 every day this summer!
Can't handle the wait? We'll be serving an abridged menu, pictured above, at our 116th
St store until Memorial Day!
Stop by the store
to see our
Passover menu!
Traditional
falafel, red slaw, shepherd's salad, and tahini in pita
Tabouli Plate
bulgur, tomato, mint, beets, falafel, tahini, red slaw,
and cucumber
Hummus Plate
hummus, falafel, tahini, and shepherd's salad
with red slaw
Falafel by Claudette
at
Beach 116th Street's Cuisine by Claudette
Between The Bridges
38.5 Billion Miles and No Frequent Flyer miles?
By Peter Mahon
This month I celebrate my 66th
birthday on this planet. Given
the fact that both the Earth and
I travel some 584 million miles
each year as we orbit around our
sun, I figure that to date, I have
rolled up some 38.5 billion miles
of travel in my lifetime. Impres-
sive, right? At least until you re-
alize that no commercial airline,
or even NASA, will honor your
frequent flyer miles.
I never really thought too much
about getting old but perhaps I
shouldhave. After all, like the song
by the Five Man Electrical Band
back in1970, the signswere always
“blockingoutthescenery...”rightin
front ofme, staringme inthe face.
Shortly after I turned 30 my
dark brown hair rapidly turned
white over a period of weeks. In
and of itself that wouldn’t have
been too bad, but it soon got a
whole lot worse. Just prior to the
color change, on a dare, I hadmy
hair permed because I was told
it would make me look like Mike
Brady, the father of the Brady
Bunch on television. Unfortu-
nately after my hair turned all
white, I was simply told my new
found “do” only reminded every-
one of a Q-tip farm. It took me
three months to grow out of that
fashion indiscretion!
The eyes were the next to go. I
have always been an avid read-
er but suddenly I found that my
arms, even when fully extended,
would not serve to help focus the
printed word. So what? Read-
ing glasses are no big deal, right?
Everyoneuses them. At first itwas
magnification 1.0, then 1.25, then
2.50 and so on until today when
I can only get my reading glasses
from the guys at NASAwhomade
theHubble Space telescope.
Then, adding insult to injury, I
finally hit the half-century mark
and my very first birthday card
comes from AARP, an organiza-
tion that has hounded me ever
since trying to sell me life insur-
ance tohelp “defray final expens-
es.” I keepwriting themback tell-
ing them in no uncertain terms
that once I am gone, any final
expenses are between them and
Hillebrand Funeral Home, don’t
bother me!
Next in line was my hearing.
Slowly I have come to realize
the words most spoken to me in
the household are “For the love
of God would you turn the vol-
ume down, they can hear that
in Howard Beach!” At the same
time I found my most often spo-
ken words to others are now
“What did you say?” My fami-
ly keeps urging me to have my
hearing checked but I quickly
realized that when you live in a
home with three women, a dog,
four cats, a guinea pig, a bearded
dragon and two turtles, there’s a
lot to be said for not quite hear-
ing everything that is going on
around you.
One mini stroke (TIA), two
back operations, a bad gall blad-
der, a hernia, skin cancer, a bro-
ken foot and a bum right knee
now makes it difficult for me to
walk any significant distance
without discomfort. Last year at
Disney World in Florida, I final-
ly relented and took my family’s
suggestion and rented a mo-
torized scooter to transport me
around the parks. Initially I was
totally embarrassed until I dis-
coveredthat I coulddrinkmyway
around theworld at Epcot Center
and nobody was the wiser!
Each morning now I followmy
late mother’s sage advice to rou-
tinely check the Irish comics (the
obituaries for all you non-Irish
out there) to ascertain if I still
remain attached to this earthy
realm. It’s really not hard to do as
they tend to list everyone alpha-
betically and I simply go right to
the “M’s.” When I don’t see my
name among the departed, I re-
main very grateful for a family
that lovesme, friends who put up
with me and for everything else I
enjoy each day here in our Broad
Channel community.
BroadChannel, whywould an-
yonewant to live anywhereelse?