April Fool On The Hill Of Love

A story of compassion, laughs, tears, most of all love

By now you can see I’m all about our ancestors. Today was my brother’s earthly birthday. Fond memories of Christopher today. This is an article I wrote in 2006 about him. Twenty years and I still reach for the phone to heaven when I need advice. Love is everything.

In honor of April Fool’s Day, the DJ on my morning radio program was playing songs with ‘fool’ in the title. Next thing Paul McCartney is singing ‘Fool on the Hill’, one of my fave Beatles’ songs.

It reminds me of my brother Chris. I’m blessed with a lovely sister and five wonderful brothers.
Chris and I were simpatico. We got one another. We were in the same groove, on the same wavelength. We may have been considered a bit more eccentric than our siblings, which is quite a statement if you know our family.

Back in the day, Chris and some friends rented a house in College Point, a location in Queens, New York, known to be the northernmost tip of the Bermuda triangle. On a moonlit night, the boys decided a party was in order.
Arriving fashionably late, accompanied by my friend known affectionately as ‘The Hat’, I surveyed the grounds. The yard was alive with people enjoying various beverages and refreshments. Hey, it was the ’70s, you get the idea. We entered the house and found ourselves in the kitchen. Someone had baked a huge, gooey fudge layer cake, decorated with tiny chocolate babies and a gazillion sprinkles. Next to the cake was a pan of brownies, still warm from the oven. The aroma was heavenly.

The Hat did not resist temptation. Deftly lifting a brownie from the pan, he consumed it in three bites. Smiling, he poured some wine for us and we retired to the veranda. Okay, it was the backyard. Chris spotted us and ran across the lawn.

“Glad you made it. How’s everything?”
The Hat swayed a bit, then whispered…“Man, I feel weird. Was there something in those brownies?”
Today you may think, how cliche. Then, it was a legitimate question. *
“No, just regular brownies, no extras.”
The Hat did not buy it.
“I better sit down.” Which he did, on the grass under a sprawling oak under the moonlight.
I sat next to him. Another roommate appeared.
“You need to lie down Hat? You can use my…

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