As I mark my tenth Father’s Day without having a father, I am thinking about this most important choice my father helped me to make.
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Suprise Me
Good Talk, Dad
Prompted By What My Father Told Me
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As I mark my tenth Father’s Day without having a father, I am thinking about this most important choice my father helped me to make.
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Not Woke But Trying
Prompted By Mind the Gap
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While I am far from woke, I really want to learn.
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Pecking Order
Prompted By Birth Order
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I was one of five children growing up. Larry was about four years older than I was, Ricky four years younger, and Keith and Kevin six years younger. So in our family hierarchy, Ricky and I shared billing as middle children.
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Les Beaux Pharmaciennes
Prompted By Customer Service
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The $64,000 Question
Prompted By Quiz and Game Shows
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Who was Harold Mendelson? He’s a guy who grew up in the Fillmore District of San Francisco and went on to become a famous actor and game show host. He was also a lifelong buddy of my father’s. You never heard of Harold? But does the name Hal March ring a bell? Even though he…
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Meetings, Lateness, Driving and Can Deposits
Prompted By Pet Peeves
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My pet peeves.
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The Kvetching Diseases
Prompted By Illness
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What She Said
Prompted By What My Mother Told Me
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So proud you are all contributing members of society.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Prompted By What We Read
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My gateway drugs to cosmology were Fritjof Capra’s The Tao of Physics and Gary Zukav’s The Dancing Wu Li Masters.
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My Aunt Rollie: Loving, Uncompromising and Part Prussian General
Prompted By Aunts & Uncles
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She isn’t happy when her brothers marry non-Jewish women, and predictably takes a dim view of her son Donald’s tall, blonde girlfriend Sallie. One afternoon Sallie serves meat loaf, mashed potatoes and a simple green salad. Rollie is polite during the meal, but when Donald and Sally leave the room she asks me, "So what’d you think of that?” “Oh, it was fine,” I answer. "I call that Shiksa food,” she says.
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