They Don’t Call it a Plymouth “Fury” For Nuthin
Hank walked into the Club looking disheveled, like he’d been through something. Dirt on his uniform. "Oh hi, Boss, what's up? Where ya been?" He looked right at me and…
Hank walked into the Club looking disheveled, like he’d been through something. Dirt on his uniform. "Oh hi, Boss, what's up? Where ya been?" He looked right at me and…
This is an "Uh Dad" sequel of sorts. Not the same story, just another one that came to mind. Phones still rang in those days. No caller ID either. Mid-afternoon,…
A note before we start. This one's a little different. Jim, my editor/son, gave me some sage advice about my blog posts. He says he, among others, would like to…
Every August, I turn into two things I never trained for. A meteorologist and an actuary. I watch the spaghetti models. I do the math in my head. Is the…
I met a couple from Connecticut. He was dressed as something resembling a Scottish Viking (if there is such a person) wearing a helmet, kilt, among other things. His companion…
The Circle in the Square didn’t feel like most Broadway theaters. The stage sat in the middle, the audience wrapped around it, and that night it felt like the old…
Is there such a thing? Amtrak says so and my wife, myself and my grandson, Josh, age 9 rode from Charleston, SC to NYC round trip in one back in…
The show was outstanding. Every performer on that stage earned the standing ovation they got. I just couldn't give them a proper one. At eighty-seven, with a potful of arthritis,…
Happy Birthday, My Love June 12. You know what I was doing three days ago, sixty-two years back? I was in my apartment, right here in Charleston, wearing my loudest…
There’s a list I carry in my head. People I’ve seen. People I’ve touched. People I watched on a stage and never forgot. A New York kid who ended up…