Sassoon's Friends

She was tall, dark and sexy woman, an Italian stallion still roaring to go. She bounced through the bar wearing that tight pink sweater, leather pants and high-rising boots. She looked like a cougar with eyes burning of hellfire. Over there, a man, good build, a tight ass; not a bad face. He might do. (From: Swing A Soft Stick). Yah know it wasn't fair! A tragedy of the gravest proportions and happening to Mickey Krauser, all eleven years of him. Why? Why? Not now! (From: A Baseball Game, A Baseball & A Kid....) Sunday morning, family time. Some relax at breakfast; go to church, then take a quicker lunch with extended family. Others sleep and wait for the work week. What unites is TV, a bombardment of religious shows with rabbis and priests and ministers blaring the message of a love of God and toleration for all humankind. (From: Just Some Good Old Jews, Christians And Moslems Sitting Down For Coffee…..) So begins three of Elias Sassoon's thoughtful, and entertaining stories.