Suprise Me

We welcomed a sexy teen to stay with us. Read More

We managed to see our share of the Saturday kids’ programs, endless varieties of Westerns, the stereotypical Ozzie and Harriet sitcoms, variety shows and increasingly, the news. Read More

I was wrapping up my three racing day visit, up to my elbows and knees in routines I had wallowed in most every summer since 1975.  Read More

And finally, when did us older folk as individuals become “we” and seem to merit attention as if we were dumb, blind and simple?  As in, how are “we” feeling? Read More

People at San Francisco General Hospital emergency room had T shirts printed up that included the tag line: “as real as it gets”.  That pretty much summed up the big urban County Hospital experience where I was a medical student.   The ER was where lives in crisis ended up—there, or in prison, or sometimes both.… Read More

GP My father was a GP with an office on the first floor of our house,  and we lived “over the store”    (See The Puppy in the Waiting Room,  Saying Farewell to a Special Guy, and Turkey and Trimmings with Flu Shot) My dad did it all – delivered babies,  took out splinters and appendixes,  and… Read More

In the summer of 1961, I left my job in Harlem where I was working with gang members as a community worker, for a student life at Yale that catapulted me from clamorous chaos to hushed academia. Read More

For someone who loves to write, being a terrible speller used to be my Achilles heel. Read More

Did that woman know how her simple act of kindness turned our entire situation around? Read More

Tennis Woes I’ve written recently about my pickleball addiction and also about my long,  and rather lackluster tennis career and my parents’ unforgivable role in it.  (See Pickled) Here’s more about that disappointing chapter in my sporting life. My parents were both athletic,  in facf my father was a really good tennis player in his… Read More