This week, I’ll be featuring a few hilarious tidbits from my favorite comic strip, “Pearls Before Swine” (created by Stephan Pastis), all centered on a single theme: What a Miserable Year 2020 Was! Today, it’s best captured by yesterday’s featured strip in the New York Daily News:
Courtesy of The New York Daily News (27 December 2020)
So, before we start counting our blessings, let’s review our journey through the utter misery of 2020. I wrote 29 Notablog installments on the Coronavirus pandemic, not to mention umpteen entries on everything from racism and social injustice to civil unrest and a crazier-than-usual election year. (In-between, there were nearly 100 new songs added to my “Song of the Day” series—because music helped to ease the pain of a year like no other.)
But there was another side to this tale that reveals how many blessings I truly have.
Professionally, I count my blessings to have been here to celebrate the twentieth anniversary volume of a scholarly periodical that I cofounded way back in 1999: The Journal of Ayn Rand Studies. I also helped to organize and moderate an illuminating four-month Facebook symposium with over 100 members, including nearly all of the contributors to The Dialectics of Liberty: Exploring the Context of Human Freedom (coedited with Roger E. Bissell and Edward W. Younkins; Lexington Books, 2019).
Personally, I count my blessings that I saw compassion manifest itself throughout 2020 as people came to each other’s assistance.
I count my blessings that I have family and even neighbors, who have become like an extended family, offering their love and support through it all.
I count my blessings that I have great doctors who were able to coordinate the squeezing of nearly six months of “elective” surgical procedures into a two-month period, completing (and recovering from) four surgeries by the first week of November.
I count my blessings that I was then able to summon the strength to face a dire medical crisis on November 13th, when I almost lost my sister (to a non-COVID-related illness). In the middle of this, we had to give up our cat Cali for adoption, but I count my blessings that she was adopted by a loving mommy—who had first given her to us!
I count my blessings that I have seen, for months on end, the heroism of first responders, saving the lives of countless people, including my own sister’s life, as EMS workers rushed her to the emergency room on that harrowing morning. After a month in the hospital, my sister returned home on December 12th, brought up the stairs in a wheelchair by a couple of other EMS workers who showed the same depth of care as those who first brought her down.
Through it all, we’ve never lost our sense of gallows humor. When my sister wondered how on earth she would get down the stairs to go for follow-up medical appointments, I told her: “If all else fails, there’s always the Richard Widmark Way!” (For those who haven’t seen the 1947 film, “Kiss of Death,” check it out [YouTube link]!) We have a tough road ahead, but we are here to talk—and to laugh—about it.
I count my blessings that when I wrote about my sister’s ordeal, I saw an outpouring of love and support on Facebook, on email, and elsewhere, attesting to how deeply she has affected the lives of so many people: her colleagues, her friends, and, most of all, those who were her former students.
I count my blessings that at the end of this challenging year, I am here, my sister is here, my brother and sister-in-law are here, my family and dear friends are still here. We are here to lift a glass to the promise of 2021, knowing full well that when we did so at the end of 2019, in the hopes that 2020 would bring greater health and happiness to all, we had no clue what we were getting ourselves into.
We don’t know what lies ahead, but we do know that this too shall pass. Or as my urologist’s office reminded me: “It may pass like a kidney stone. But it will pass.”
This year, so many tragic stories have been told by so many beloved local proprietors. First, after 45 years, we lost one of the most gentle souls in our neighborhood: Joe “Pisa” Sanfratello, a founding owner of the great Pisa Pork Store in Gravesend, Brooklyn. Joe died of COVID-related illness back on May 12, 2020, and the store, with its classic Italian delicacies, closed permanently thereafter. Later that month, another Brooklyn staple—this one in Sheepshead Bay—Jay and Lloyd’s Kosher Deli also closed its doors after 28 years.
Today, however, we received horrible news that one of the best caterers in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn was hit by a devastating fire on Christmas Day: Bassett Caterers on Avenue X. A three-alarm fire tore through the establishment, which has been serving the community since 1962. Two minor injuries were reported after 138 firefighters got the fire under control in two-and-a-half hours. The incident started as an electrical fire in the basement; no foul play is suspected.
But Bassett Owner Russell Dantonil has vowed to reopen the Brooklyn mainstay, with its fantastic homestyle cooking that has filled the bellies of so many loyal customers. “Even during the pandemic, we were open every single day,” said Dantonil. “Every single day. My guys had work, they got a paycheck every week. And now, not because of the pandemic, they don’t have their checks. It’s going to be hard on them.”
Our thoughts are with the folks at Bassett—folks such as Russell, Frank, Laura, Deb, Domenic, and others we know and love over so many years. To a better 2021 …
For those who don’t know Ms. Ski—also known as Elizabeth Sciabarra, my sister—she is one helluva human being.
So, when life throws us a curveball, and suddenly, emails, texts, and phone calls are unable to be answered, it’s not unusual that so many people would begin to worry about her.
Ski was taken seriously ill in mid-November (with a non-COVID-related condition) that kept her in the hospital for a solid month. She was released last Saturday and is currently home; I am her primary caregiver, but I have a dear brother and sister-in-law up the block, tons of family, friends, colleagues, and former students who are all pitching in with their love and support as she moves forward in her recovery.
Anyone who knows my sister knows that she is a fighter and will persevere. But if I didn’t make this public statement to which I can point moving forward, I’d only have to answer hundreds—nay, thousands—of inquiries from those whose emails and phone calls have gone unanswered.
I’ll be happy to post an occasional update as the situation warrants, but rest assured: She’s on the mend and will be able to reply to folks in due course. Even if it takes a Grand Zoom to do so!
I want to express my deepest appreciation and love to all those who have reached out during this very difficult time. Ski wishes everyone a happy and a healthy holiday season and a better 2021!
— ** For those who don’t know my sister, she began as a teacher, a brilliant educator who influenced the lives of thousands of students, and who went on to continue influencing those lives as a coach, assistant principal, principal, Deputy Superintendent, and Superintendent, before retiring and taking on the job of Executive Director of the Brooklyn Tech Alumni Foundation.