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From Ken Hyman:

When Phil Kahn and I were undergraduates at NYU, we often rode back to our apartments in NY together.  He came to my house one Sunday afternoon to pick me up for the ride in.  My mother had defrosted a steak without asking me if I was going to be home for dinner , and I had to tell her that I was going to miss it, that Phil was here, and I was heading into NY.  

Phil was standing in the houses’ entry way with the front door open.  My mother and I were up in the kitchen of my parent’s “Redwood” neighborhood split level.  My mother, always quick to anger, was yelling while I tried to apologize, make peace, and head down the stairs to the front door.  As I stepped down the stairs, she grabbed the defrosted (now bloody)  steak and threw a fastball at the back of my head.  She missed me, but hit the door jamb hard, two inches from Phil’s face.

The steak hung there for a minute, long enough for Phil to appraise the situation, his eyes wide with amazement.  It quickly fell to the floor leaving a blood stain on the trim.

I turned around, was ready to say something then thought better of it.  And then Phil and I hustled to his car and drove away.

The next afternoon I was having a hamburger at the NYU student union with Bob Shamis and our buddy, David Chase.  I told Chase what had happened the night before.  Years later, there is a scene in the “Sopranos” where Tony is walking out of his goomah’s apartment after she cooked him a dinner that he didn’t have time to eat.  You may remember it.  As he’s leaving, the woman picks up the broiled T-bone, and hurls it at the back of Tony’s head.  It hits the door jamb and hangs there a minute before falling to the floor.  Tony turns around, gives her a glare, says nothing, and leaves.

Great story Ken...glad you shared. Was great seeing you at the reunion.