When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.I have a doctor’s note for not posting last night in the form of an orange VIP bracelet for Patti’s free concert in Battery Park under a full moon. Sometimes it doesn’t suck to be me. 
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Posted on July 15, 2011 by betsylerner
Cool!
OK, clearly you win in the concert competition.
You are excused. So jealous.
She amazes.
Love Patti. I’ve seen her more than I’ve seen anyone, I think, and I even took my kid to see her when she played for free in Hoboken — put him (age 9) on my shoulders for an hour and was practically crippled for a week afterward. But so worth it.
Best excuse I’ve heard all week.
Shit! And I coulda gone. I’m in NYC right now! And if it sucks to be you, how come it doesn’t suck for us to be with you? Just the opposite, in fact.
Man. That beats the shit out of anything I can think of.
Say hi to her for me.
Wow and wow. And we here under the moonlight drinking wan campari
campari moon.
Yea you! So long as the orange is a bracelet and not a jumpsuit, you win.
Right you are.
This is the nicest thing that I’ve read in a very, very difficult week.
Sure beats my week: attempting to entertain my high maintenance family members who are in town through the weekend
Betsy Lerner you’re my hero. Plus if you ever need a doctor’s note…
Heard it was a great show. Wish I had been in town. Still smarting over getting the shit beat out of me on the N train many years ago on my way to the Paladium to see Patti. Bastards made me miss the show. Never saw her live again 😦