Late September, 1989 My birth mother drove me past a number of bucolic streets to an alley filled with broken glass and other detritus. She said it had been cleaner the night in October, 1949, she and her boyfriend parked there, and I was conceived. I have no idea whether she really told me that story or not. For a… View Post
30 years ago, this past March 26th was an almost typical Tuesday at my parents house. Almost as it was their wedding anniversary.My father had played poker the night before at his game in the city. It wasn’t an ordinary game as it had began maybe a century before at The Yale Club.Supposedly it was the oldest continuous poker game… View Post
Obviously this wasn’t written by me The difference between me and a lot of my Democratic friends…..You see Trump’s arrogance, I see Trump’s confidence. You see Trump’s nationalism, I see Trump’s patriotism. You hear Trump’s unsophisticated words, I hear Trump’s honesty. You see Trump’s racism, I see Trump’s words being misconstrued and twisted by the media daily to fit their… View Post
People don’t feel sorry for me nor would I want them to. They run out of patience because I have written over 1,500 published blog posts. My blog had been the Technorati top-ranked blog for baby boomers for over three years, and had been on the “A” list for years. (Laugh! It was funny, and got me exactly nothing monetarily. It was, however,… View Post
9/11 should be never politicized. It is, to me, a holy day. But we live in crazed times. Eighteen years later we have a new normal for ourselves and hopefully not for our country.