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Picture a window in a fourth floor apartment in the 11th arrondissement of Paris, a tall narrow window that opens like a door to a ledge bound by a wrought iron rail. The ledge is almost a balcony, and I … Continue reading
We went on a road trip with our friends Kit and Beverly and spent two nights in a pair of Airstream trailers. The one Monte and I stayed in was like a tin can, its interior metal walls left mostly bare except for … Continue reading
It was 1971, late summer or early fall, and in my memory the day is cast in an amber kind of glow, all warm hues and soft edges. I was twenty years old, a college dropout, still snagged on some … Continue reading
I’m gradually going through the contents of The Trunk of Pain in the garage, a task I’ve been postponing for decades. (And let me tell you, it takes fortitude!) Monte found me sitting there sobbing the other morning, having come … Continue reading
Journalist Jane Gross describes it as a “bittersweet season”, this ambiguous time of tending to an elderly parent. Referring to her own experience, she has said, “My mother and I had a very difficult relationship. I didn’t race to the … Continue reading
The World’s Fair came to New York in 1964, and a few of us skipped school to check it out, among them my friend Bob. We watched atoms collide at the General Electric exhibit, journeyed into space in the Hall of … Continue reading
I’ve written about him again and again. Type “father” in the search box of this blog, and you’ll see what I mean. But March 29 is his birthday, and I can’t let it go without acknowledgement. He would have been … Continue reading
This picture was taken around 1974 at the sandy shore of a lake in South Carolina. I am standing with my friend’s father, a native Texan with the wonderful name of Jordan Clarence, and if you look really close you … Continue reading