43 Steps
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,…
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February 11, 2026
The Dude in Charge Learns to Let Go
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…
February 9, 2026
I Am Not a Cat Person… Riiiiight
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…
January 22, 2026
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
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…
January 18, 2026
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned
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…
January 10, 2026
A Summer Saturday in Flushing, NY, NY, 1955
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…
January 9, 2026
Memories That Stick
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…
December 30, 2025
The Hardest Time of the Day
Losing a spouse is always a most difficult time for the surviving spouse. I know different survivors experience different emotions, but I also believe there are a lot of similarities.…
December 28, 2025
Walking with Marjorie
A letter Marjorie, I’ve been trying to figure out how to write about our life together. Writing to you feels like the only honest way to do it. I also…
December 24, 2025
Signifying Nothing?
During this most challenging time of my 86-year life, why does this soliloquy from Shakespeare’s Macbeth keep playing in my weak brain? “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from…
December 16, 2025