May 19, 2012
By Mickey Friedman
Do you remember when people would say “he’s losing his grip on reality” about someone who seemed not quite there? When an expert on something or other would announce on TV that some adamant, outspoken, overly-passionate woman had “lost her grip on reality?”
A scary thing. But now I can relate. I’m having a hard time with reality. Quite frankly, between you and me, I’m not even sure I could recognize reality if I saw it.
In my world there are now several realities.
Let’s start with the here and now reality. I’ve got one of those red plastic baskets with the little metal handle and I’m trying to find two ripe avocados at the Big Y. Two for three dollars. I’m doing great because I have a back-up plan. I know if I can’t find the perfect two with my name on them, there’s always Guidos. And I can always use a half-pound of Marketplace turkey. That’s my everyday reality.





