44 Curzon Street Our son Noah was 7 when we took him to London for the first time.   For our stay I  booked what was called a serviced flat at 44 Curzon Street in a lovely Mayfair neighborhood near Green Park. We arrived late in the evening with a very sleepy kid in tow,  and… Read More

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I was always an attentive son,  it was difficult at first to ignore my mom but I eventually got use to it.  I learned to lie.   Read More

  Retrospect: Some Of My Travels By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2024 I‘ve been around the block more times than a city bus, mostly due to my stint as a computer trainer, a job that seemed to require me to be everywhere but home. The US, of course, was my stomping ground, a vast… Read More

Memorial Day to the Fourth of July, a good length of time for a vacation Read More

A possibly life-altering relationship gone because of a single ill-chosen and misheard word. Read More

The Matzo Ball Spelling Bee On May 30, 2013  Arvind Mahankali beat out almost 300 other youngsters to win the Scripps National Spelling Bee.   Arvind,  a 13 year-old 8th grader from Bayside,  Queens and son of Indian immigrants,  was the first New York City winner in almost 20 years.   Interested in words and… Read More

Poke-Nook,  the Lost Glove,  and My Cousin Isly Our late friend Arnie Reisman was a poet and filmmaker,  and also a regular panelist on Says You,  a witty NPR radio show about words.  Over the years I learned a lot from Arnie and his literate pals.  For example,  did you know that the dark,  cavernous… Read More

The Alphabet Wall When our son Noah was in kindergarten I bought a sheet of colorful, stick-on alphabet letters in both lower and upper case.   But as the kitchen fridge was already covered with magnets and  photos and the kid’s artwork,  I decided to stick the alphabet letters on the tiled wall in the… Read More

My father was posted far away to Canton, but they promised to write.  And write he did—at the rate of four or more times a week.  And she wrote back faithfully. Read More