The Iceman

Joe the iceman came around our neighborhood in Bay Ridge with a big ice wagon. This was in the 1920s and early thirties when we had an icebox. Originally Joe had a horse and cart but afterward he had a truck. You would call down and say, “15 cents worth!”, or “25 cents worth!” He used a pick to cut off a block of ice then grab it with big tongs. He had a rubberized piece of material so he could carry the ice on his back and schlep it up the stairs. We were on the third floor. Joe was Italian and a very hard worker. But don’t worry that he lost his livelihood when refrigerators came along. Joe was the one who bought the building from my father.

Father Time

What is time? Is it real or did we invent it? I’d have to say we invented it. What does the universe need with units of time? Only man marks the passage of time. But does it exist outside of its measurement?

To answer the question, let’s consult Einstein. He said, “people who understand physics know that the distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

With that in mind, we must remember to spring ahead this weekend and reset our clocks or the illusion will strike us right in the face.