Suprise Me

We pair up with strangers, hold hands and look into each other’s eyes for an extended period of time; we change partners and smile goofily at one another for another extended period of time; we fall backwards into yet another stranger’s arms and trust that we’ll be caught. Read More

  Alright folks, here I am back to remind you that history isn’t always a dusty textbook. Sometimes, it’s a deranged sitcom with a laugh track that keeps getting stuck. Take 1963, for example. A year that went from “Ask not what your country can do for you” to “Hold my coca-cola while I watch… Read More

I can't think of one fairy tale that is my favorite, but here are two that have special meaning to me for different reasons. Read More

It is an auspicious day for a cremation There will be no tears today Tears would drag your spirit back to earth Your pallbearers wear earrings and black shirts Sporting logos of Harley-Davidson, Heavy Metal; On your wreath, a banner Advertises the Sheraton Nusa Dua The cremation tower, sunny white and yellow, Adorned with your… Read More

United Cigar, run by the Cohen family, was packed with cigars and cigarettes, all types of magazine, and oh, the candy! Read More

We were basically "good kids" with no real criminal tendencies except a fondness for underage drinking. Read More

To say that baseball in the former Eastern bloc is developing would be a compliment. Read More

In the late 1960’s, I was asked to appear in front of my local Miami (Florida) Draft Board. The Board wanted me to defend my application to become a conscientious objector.  They were especially interested in quotes I used in my application.  The quotes were from Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller.  This novel had… Read More

Pickled! For years I worked on my tennis game but I seemed to have plateaued somewhere between advanced beginner and intermediate.    I blame my parents of course for my lack of prowess as they apparently valued piano over tennis lessons for their kids.  (And by the way after all that money spent,  and those… Read More

My Father,  the Outsider Artist  My father Arthur was a wise and quite a wonderful guy,  but I don’t remember him doling out wisdom or advice very often.  Rather he taught by example – he was a man of integrity,  warmth,   and an overwhelming kindness,  although he also had some rather annoying idiosyncrasies!    (See… Read More