The Child’s Chair

photo by Lennart Guillet

One of my favorite things to do on Saturday mornings is to visit Ecseri Piac. A junker’s paradise, Ecseri is the largest and most famous flea market in Budapest. You can find just about anything there: old teddy bears, clocks, furniture, paintings, communist relics, false teeth. Since I’m a regular, several of the vendors recognize me. One toothless woman shouts “Amerikai” (American) every time I pass by. A stubble-faced man always winds up a music box when I walk into his stall so that I have Mozart to listen to while I shop. Another woman grabs my arm and says, “Coming! Coming!” I think she means, “Come in.” Continue reading

Silver and Gold

photo by Lennart Guillet

When I was a kid, every December I waited anxiously for Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer to come on TV. My family had a black and white Zenith. So, I had to take Santa’s word for it when Rudolph’s nose turned red. Since then, I figured I’ve sung “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” over 10,000 times. It’s a job requirement for teaching third graders. Continue reading