A bumpy ride on the hardscrabble streets of Post Depression Brooklyn to Rockaway’s flourishing dunes.

Had there been this medical procedure, the sampling of amniotic fluid to screen for the development of a fetus, including sex determination, the following scintillating words would not have been written. Robert’s mother had decided to stop at two children. The Depression was depressing, and well, two is enough. Joel and Seymour were twelve years and nine years older than Robert. You do the math. When his grandmother, Rebecca, died, his mother wanted a girl to name after her.

She decided to let this pregnancy make it through to term, go with the flow. This was, after all, a sign. A rogue sperm had found its way to an ancient ovary. She just knew it would be a girl. Robert surreptitiously slipped into this world by default. So, here he is, this accident waiting to happen, happy to be hanging out on this Earth. It’s all good, so good. There he was, born with a crayon in his hand on October fourth. Ten-Four, over and out. He slept in the crack between two beds until his oldest brother moved out to join the Coast Guard.

When you’re introduced to the grand scheme this way, you have a leg up. You’re not supposed to be here, be around, exist. So, hey, every moment is a gift. You’re playing with house money, always in the bonus round, right from the get-go. Now, much closer to ephemeral dust in the wind than birth, he is heard to say, “I’ll take ‘Existentialism’ $2,000, Alex.”

Robert’s journey takes us from the hardscrabble streets of Post-Depression Brooklyn to the dunes of a Sartre-like Rockaway beach. Tales are couched in the conceit of Dinner Theater as he peers out from the wings, gains the courage to emerge, mingle, improvise and clutch the stage mike.

At a fork in the underbrush, Robert Sarnoff took the road less travelled. He is an award winning filmmaker whose movies have been seen in theaters and television, Robert is a playwright whose works have been performed on Theater Row, NYC. He is an artist: One Man Shows: SoHo, Hell’s Kitchen, Brooklyn Heights, Rockaway Beach, NY. His painting Ye Olde jetty, is a U.S. Postal Service matted print and cachet. For fifteen years, he was the editorial cartoonist for NY’s oldest weekly newspaper, The Wave. Robert Sarnoff is an Author: Got a Minute? humorous vacation tales and tips, After The Fall 9/11/11 A Decade @ War, Paper Mache A Projects Manual, Cartooning, Comics, Ideas & Techniques.