Suprise Me

The jury system is a good one, but not infallible. Variables other than facts in the case can sway jurors. Read More

Unless my penmanship improved I could be held back and not go on to sixth grade. Read More

Watching Lacrosse with Dick I’ve written before about my friends Celia and Dick.  (See Moving Day Blues and Carving Mr Pumpkin) Dick is no longer with us but he’s impossible to forget.  He was a wonderful guy – bright, warm, witty,  cultured,  well-read and world-travelled,  a gourmand and a bon vivant,  an historian and writer,  and founder… Read More

My mother set tight limits on me when I was young. I was not trendy. I did not wear go-go boots, Mondrian dresses, Twiggy eyelashes. She didn’t let me pierce my ears when all my friends did. I did not have a blunt cut “Sassoon” hairstyle. I didn’t go ga-ga over the boy bands of… Read More

Mouton I miss you! This chocolate miniature poodle was very special. Read More

Occasionally I'd hear strange noises emanating from his basement office. Sometimes a squeak, sometimes a series of booms. Read More

No Buster Browns, Keds, or Thom McCanns for me. Just, ugh, saddle shoes ... Read More

And a very fetching cat she was Read More

If only the fiftieth anniversary remembrances could restore the initial perceptions that the first ventures into space evoked. Read More

When Evelyn, an outfielder for the Rockford Peaches women’s baseball team, misses a throw to the cutoff player, manager Jimmy Dugan unloads on her in a string of very vocal invectives. Screaming, “Who’s team are you playing for?!” he reduces the young woman to tears. Evelyn’s reaction leaves a stunned Jimmy bellowing, “Are you crying?!”… Read More