The Secret Apartment is an unintended memoir. It began as a way to amuse friends as a diversion in the early days of stress, isolation, and fear in the spring of 2020 and the Pandemic caused by the deadly Covid-19 Virus. We had no way of knowing how bad things were going to be or how long isolation and social distancing might last. It was a frightening time and my only intention was to provide friends with a momentary diversion and some entertainment in hard times. Favorable encouragement pushed me into half-forgotten memories and these stories came tumbling out. My "diversion" came to life as something I have to share with others. I began working on The Secret Apartment as a memoir to be presented as a collection of short stories Though fanciful, these are true stories based on actual events. This is not the product of my imagination. I didn't have to make anything up. I didn't have to and everything presented is both true and correct.I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed living them.
If I overheard anyone telling this story in a bar or at a party, I wouldn't believe it either. But I must confess, I'd probably "scooch" a little closer, eavesdropping, unable to walk away. I'd have to find out how this yarn unraveled.Let's begin an implausible story with a seemingly simple yet complex question.If you were single, never married with no children or dependents, would you, if you had the opportunity, have lived "on the down low" in a secret apartment in Veterans Stadium? In this proposal we have an off the wall South Philly version of "The Phantom of the Opera," but the larger notion this question begs could easily challenge the inner demons of sports fans anywhere. If you had an opportunity to live in a major sports stadium of a team you grew up loving, what would you have done?In my case: I could, so I did. "Truth, always strange, is stranger than fiction." Lord Byron
If I overheard anyone telling this story in a bar or at a party, I wouldn't believe it either. But I must confess, I'd probably "scooch" a little closer, eavesdropping, unable to walk away. I'd have to find out how this yarn unraveled.Let's begin an implausible story with a seemingly simple yet complex question.If you were single, never married with no children or dependents, would you, if you had the opportunity, have lived "on the down low" in a secret apartment in Veterans Stadium? In this proposal we have an off the wall South Philly version of "The Phantom of the Ope