Is it real or is it memorex?
This could be a dream. Or not. Whether I dreamt it or not, it took place in Brooklyn. It is one of those stories that strikes me as an “only in Brooklyn” story. Let’s start with Memorex.
The commercial featured the great Ella Fitzgerald. In the forefront is a drinking glass on a stand. Miss Ella reaches down and pulls out an insanely high note. Within moments, the glass shatters. Then the camera switches to a tape recorder. It plays back Ella’s “performance” and once again the glass in the forefront shatters. Then comes the line that lasts for a generation: “Is it real or is it Memorex?” I don’t know if the story is real or from the memorex of my mind, but I do know, real or dream, it took place on the Belt Parkway.
If you look at a map, you’ll see that “the Belt,” as it is known, is a regular circle ringing most of Brooklyn. On it that night was my cousin who called me at an odd hour of the evening. ‘woke me up, as I remember. It was the night of the day his father, my uncle, was cremated. His wishes were to be sprinkled over the water. I don’t know if he specified which water, and that was part of my cousin’s problem. My older brother, who had a strong distaste for our uncle, had a suggestion. “You want flowing water? Use the toilet bowl.” He was not destined for the diplomatic corps. Sheepshead Bay was geographically the nearest body of water, but I knew he just didn’t want to give up the ashes yet.