The following letter from me to one of my school friends helps tell my Father’s story. Hello Swede – It’s been more than a year since I saw yet another instance of the reflected glow that shines for only a moment upon someone on the periphery of the periphery of a celebrated individual. I once […]
“OH! Do get on with it!” Years later my mother, Justine, after having lost most of her mind and any memory of why, found in repetition, the above quote quite satisfying in expressing her wrath with growing dementia and her impatience for her life to be over. But of course, the first time she and […]
In the final months of her life I used to take my mother, Justine, driving in the countryside around their home in rural New Jersey. This would give my father a bit of respite from his duties as home health aide. They were both in their late eighties and I found myself sharing […]
Hello Dear – I wanted to chat you up about the site without clamoring for your attention and input too often. However, I’d first like to tell you about a curious experience I had just recently while Google searching in a, “What ever happened to so-and-so” mood. During a late night diversion with a […]
Historians love diaries and journals from the past; not necessarily for their reliability but for the “color” they present to the present day writer’s attempts to create a past he can never really know but about which he is trying to write. The memoirist has a bit easier time of it since he is writing […]
Romney- Just Another Summer Resident From “Old Money?” Mitt Romney has taken a few days from campaigning to enjoy his lakefront vacation home with his family. The Village of Wolfeboro, possibly the oldest lakeside summer resort in America, dominates the more “gracious” side of the very large twenty-five mile long Lake Winnepesaukee. This was partly […]
After using Neo-Con talking points to lambast Obama in front of a VFW gathering, Mitt Romney announced that, as a responsible Republican, he will refrain from further criticism of the President’s foreign policy while his feet rest on international soil during his planned trip abroad. Since he won’t be discussing National Policy or the Economy […]
MEMORY CONSTRUCTS AND UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES There existed a box of high school memorabilia, I had long since forgotten, put away in my parent’s attic when I went into the Navy. I had joined the service for many reasons, one being a young woman, whom I immediately and completely loved the moment […]
Dear Judith Ann- There exists a snapshot, taken by the realtor, of Russell, Nancy and myself clutching a “SOLD” sign in front of the big victorian edifice we had just purchased in Athens on Hudson. That was in the late Summer of 1997. Our happily grimacing faces would soon appear above the latest Catskill Realty […]
Hi swede – I got your e-mail the other day concerning what people put on their personal business cards: I knew this guy in the late 1960’s – Jeffrey Court. He was an incredibly hard drinking, womanizing hustler – big and incredibly strong. When I got back to New York after my time in the […]
The Center for Information Dominance Corry Station ( From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia) From its beginning in 1928, Corry Field was an active aviation training complex where advanced fighter plane techniques were taught. In 1943, the field was re-designated as Naval Auxiliary Air Station Corry Field, continuing to serve as a training center for aviators […]
In 1962 protest was not high on anyone’s agenda. Certainly The civil rights protests were only noted by their inconspicuousness on the Village campus of NYU except to the left wing leftover from the 1930’s. Tuli Kupferberg, Ed Saunders, et al of the “Fugs” the name itself a protest in a way, were doing a […]
… Began in mid-Winter with a return to college, later a perfect job, then possible paternity, and finally the first time I would live without a roomate(s.) .-.-.-.-.- A Slushy Mid-term .-.-.-.-.- NYU was a real disappointment. New York University’s Washington Square campus shared space with with the residents of Greenwich Village. Washington Square, […]
I am trying to remember the blizzardy winters of the late 1940’s. In 1949 I was old enough to begin school. On weekdays I rode from my neighborhood called Yorkville on the Eastside of The City to a Westside boy’s school in a big red bus driven by Miss Cawley (sic). The brick-red vehicle was […]
