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…
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.…
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…
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…
On what may be the saddest Thanksgiving of my life, after the recent passing of Marjorie, my true soul mate, wife, partner, love, teacher, listener, fan, supporter, and of course…
I’ve always been told I talk too much. When I’m wound up or worried, the words just come. Talking helps me sort things out, and it helps to have people…
Sometimes the little things that go wrong can hide the wondrous things life has given you. The subtitle of my musings has long been “Life is a Sitcom.” Some days…
One of my college profs once told a story I’ve never forgotten. A teacher asked a student to summarize the meaning of life. His first attempt ran 10 pages. Too…