A Cadi on the Driveway!

Updated: Feb 15, 2021

It's a not-so-interesting coincidence that the three most loquacious people I know are my mother Bobbie, my daughter Buck Wheat and my fiancée Gaetana!


Thankfully at the moment I’m only living with one-and-a-half of them!


My mother continues to ride out the pandemic surfing between my sister Marci’s house and the Stamford headquarters of THE Revolution. Missing her friends and family in Florida, the arrangement is not a great one for “Mah,” my 81-year old mother’s most common moniker from her youngest child. Whether it’s Mah, Nonner’s, Lipp, mom, Momma-bear or mother as Billy used to refer to her, Bobbie wants to go home!

She receives her second vaccine shot this week! Getting closer.


Despite the inconveniences of the 45-minute trip to my sister's and back, mom has good reasons to want to play the ping pong ball. In Stamford we have beaches, which even in winter make for a nice afternoon walk with her youngest.

Beaches though are not enough to keep mom in Stamford. Because Marci has Cadi!


Who I’m told, offers more companionship than a work-from-home revolutionary who spends too much time at his desk!



Of course, when mom comes back it's not the beaches or the conversations about paint she is coming back for!


Timing is Everything


Like long-lost sisters separated by a generation, my mother Bobbie and my wife-by-another-name, Guy, spend their nights practicing their loquacious ways.


THE chatter starts the moment Guy gets home from work; with the combination of a comfortable couch, a warm fire and a glass of wine keeping their respective lips keep flapping through the night. As I retire to the smoker's lounge hours after they began, they are often still at it.