top of page
Search

The Ambulance Truck

Writer: Tony Covatta
Tony Covatta
2 hours ago
1 min read

Ray got custody of son Joe, age 6, in time for his Christmas wish list: bicycle, Legos, matchbox cars, basketball, football, bat, pony, flippers, Reds uniform, ambulance truck.


Pony? Forget it. Other stuff? Some, not all. “Ambulance truck?” Boxy emergency vans were supplanting the older station wagon ambulance. Ray located a toy ambulance truck. Bed check Christmas night found Joe asleep, hugging this favorite present tight.


How cute. Not really. Custody to Ray followed erratic mom’s drugs, hospitalizations, manic blazing highs and bottomless lows. Joe last saw her jumping from a NYC taxi, abandoning him.


Joe needed his ambulance truck.

Recent Posts

See All
A Celebrity Encounter

Boss Baxter Bigg invited Ray to attend POTUS’s speech. Afterwards, POTUS worked the room, chatting with his cousin Clyde who sat by Ray, then greeting Bigg: “Bax! What’s up?” Amazing. Yale classmates.

 
 
 
Foreseeing the Future

Grammar school seniors Nick and Mick were altar boys that month for early mass. They played a game. First to the sacristy each day signed in for both of them, inserting profane or scatological nicknam

 
 
 
Crassula Ovata

Grandma rode home with the kids from a family funeral. “Gran, what’s that potted plant by Uncle Rocco’s gravestone?” “Rocky was our first at college. The day he arrived, his roommate already had a jad

 
 
 

Comments

This site was designed and developed by 10com

bottom of page