Two days after officially learning of my brain tumor I called Ellis. Robin Ellis, who was actually Robert Leroy Ellis before he chose the androgynous Robin. He was my mentor and dear friend except we hadn’t been communicating for about two years a result of a misunderstanding, which neither of us caused but to which both of us participated. Our codependent friendship was very dependable when it came to periodic raging anger toward each other. But even in anger our love bridged and each of us felt comfortable calling the other for help when in need. This was certainly one of those times because Robin was a seasoned professional when it came to hard living in the presence of medical doctors and the health care system. Born and raised near Paris, Texas, Robin grew up in the forties and fifties and learned to go beyond the arrogance of the obnoxious Texan. He had through life become a real down to earth guy. Tragically, he learned the horrors of life early when...
My first girlfriend, my first love was Marylin Majkowski. I was fourteen or fifteen at the time and she was a year younger. We dated, were “going steady” all through high school. Even though she lived in Southampton and I lived in Queens, I would take the train out to see her once a month and would also see her during the summers. For me that meant all summer because my folks worked in Southampton, my mother at Saks Fifth Avenue, where she sold Emilio Pucci clothes and my father who played regularly at one nightclub or another. I was living on Lewis Street on the second floor of the Waldron's house. My father had being playing at Dick Ridgely's Trade Winds, a restaurant/night club in Water Mill that was a favorite of high society and the local business people who were in service to the wealthy. My father and Dick were friends from the old days when they were in Paul Whiteman's Band. Ridgely's was a place where the social ball field was leveled, where the rich and not s...