Suprise Me

With some people it requires advancing years to bring a niggling sense of mortality. Read More

Tradition! As a child I heard Yiddish spoken by my European-born grandparents and my first-generation American parents,  yet I never had the curiosity to learn to speak it myself. But my parents subscribed to New York’s Yiddish theatre company,  the Folksbiene,  and I’d go with them and follow the plays by reading the English supertitles.… Read More

Maybe I should have subpoenaed my grandchildren as character witnesses? 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

…the waves reaching up the beach and pulling my sleeping bag with me in it out to sea. Read More

As I savor the feel Of the radiating warmth From the the flow of  Electricity that I often Take for granted   I think of the  Women of Palestine As they arise in the cold to labor each day As a rock in the river  Of genocide that sweeps away  Their children  Lovers, husbands, sons,… Read More

My parents bought the car in the fall of 1965. It was a 1966 model, and they custom-ordered it with all the features they (and I) wanted. I was 14 years old, a sophomore in high school, and the age to get a driver’s license in New Jersey was 17, so I clearly wasn’t going… Read More

Things were getting better. Or were they? Read More

Within the next few years, the American Academy of Pediatrics would declare that no child should have her or his recess taken away because of their classroom conduct,.. Read More

There were games and water balloon fights. I think of scenes from The Music Man, when I remember those holiday picnics. Read More