Two Dudes at a Musical
If you had scanned the Dock Street Theatre at Saturday’s matinee, you might have noticed something. Row C. On the aisle. Two men. That was us. We were there because…
If you had scanned the Dock Street Theatre at Saturday’s matinee, you might have noticed something. Row C. On the aisle. Two men. That was us. We were there because…
Family is important to all of us, but it’s not always our priority as the vagaries of life are upon us continuously. As we conduct our lives, we are concerned…
In my senior years, it has struck me that we make many of our life-affecting decisions when our heads are full of mush and we know so very little about…
43 Steps. That’s how many there are between the ground and my aerie (Penthouse. Attic. Apartment. Take your pick) on South Battery in the “Holy City” of Charleston, South Carolina. Yup,…
I’m going through the second most difficult transition in my lifetime. The most difficult, of course, has been the loss of my partner in everything for 61 years. Everyone already…
Ziva is my cat. She is my only constant, live-in companion since Marjorie passed away. For the record, my wife and I, at least I, were never cat people. Or…
I have always been struck by the truth in the two simple lines that open Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities:“It was the best of times. It was the worst…
No discussion of a typical 1950s pre- or early-teen Catholic boy’s Saturday agenda in Flushing is complete without mentioning the sacrament of Penance and the rite of Confession that went…
Flushing, NY, NY.That wasn’t a typo. Back then, it meant Flushing, New York City, New York State. And for a 12-year-old, lower-middle-class Catholic kid in the mid-1950s, it was the…
25-11 150th Street;150-12A 26th Avenue;194-01 37th Avenue, Flushing, New York. Those were my three addresses in New York City from 1947 to 1961. FL 8-6178;NE 2-6272;BA 5-1806. Those were my…