A Damn Good Friend
My mom had a small picture on the wall in the entry way to our apartment. I looked at it and read the narrative on it several times. As a…
My mom had a small picture on the wall in the entry way to our apartment. I looked at it and read the narrative on it several times. As a…
Oh yeah, we ain’t done yet. Let’s see what new mischief can befall our favorite attic dwellers, Marjorie and Don. The sitcom writers were at it again last Sunday starting…
First, let’s set the scene. It’s near July 4 in 2005. I had a very vague plan in my head to introduce our grandkids to the city I grew up…
Proximity means a lot to relationships. A major positive change to the quiet, peaceful lives of Marjorie and Don Scooler was the arrival in the Charleston area, from where they…
Just a few days ago, Marjorie, happily heard from her brother, Harry, that we were going to have an opportunity to spend some quality time with several members of her…
Once upon a time, the various roles of family members were well defined by social mores. My mom told me a bunch of times that I shouldn’t think of asking…
One of the better lines I’ve heard recently came from an elderly author speaking about one of his friends who asked, “Who in the hell wants to live to be…
Got a good one for ya. What are your earliest memories about the world around you? Warning—. They can be a little fuzzy.Unfortunately, the first significant one for me is…
Sometimes you’re lucky enough to get a “wake-up” call when your life is a little off track. Mine came early in life when I was burning both ends of the…
No, my name is not Ulysses, but I did go on a daily odyssey while living in Flushing, Queens, NYC and attending school at Brooklyn College on Flatbush Avenue, yes.…