I am shocked and saddened by the death of Melody Lam, whose daughter was a classmate and playmate of Cyd’s. I had run into her husband, Danny, a few times in the past two months, and he had expressed concern over his wife’s wishes for a divorce. He was distraught over the thought of his family falling apart.

Danny was proactive at the school, always involved in his children’s affairs, an energetic and generous guy. Melody was a beautiful woman with terrific style and a flawless complexion that I envied. Cyd used to spend a lot of time playing at their house. They gave us water lilies, invited us to birthday parties, and were involved in numerous school activities. I think all of us who know them are reeling from this. My last glimpse of them together was when they were selling cookies at a fundraiser, with their kids, barely a month ago.

Please offer your prayers and positive thoughts for their two children.

An old Italian Mafia Don is dying, so he calls his grandson to his bed.

“You lissin-a me,” he rasps. ” I wanna for you to taka my chroma plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me.”

The grandson is incredulous. “But…but grandpa, I really don’t like guns. Hows about you leava me your Rolex watch instead.”

“Shuddup an’ lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business, you gonna have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple’a
bambinos. Somma day you gonna coma home and maybe find you wife inna bed with another man.

“Whadda you gonna do then……pointa to you watch and’a say, ‘Times Up?’”