Day-to-day living
When I was seven years old, I liked living in my house and being responsible for nothing. When we traveled, my mother packed for me, unpacked for me, and told me what to wear. At eight, my father informed me if I made my bed every day, he would give me fifty cents every Friday […]
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“Steve Kaye. Can I help you?” “You free for lunch?” “Oh, gee. Let me check my calendar. I think I can move some things.” “Okay. I’ll see you there at noon.” Click. I hung up the phone, looked at my watch, and exhaled. “Eight-forty-five. Okay, I can walk out of here, see three accounts, grab
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*Mrs. Lesser, my eleventh grade English and Journalism teacher who also made me editor of the school newspaper, would be shaking her head in disbelief if she were to be reading this blog. “An asterisk belongs at the bottom of your paper,” she explained. But then again, she never wrote a blog or texted or
1969: The Summer That Shook The World* Read More »
I’m going out on a limb here but I will say most of us marry with the best of intentions: kids, a dog, a happy, healthy home — and when the kids are older, growing old together. Years ago, I thought of myself as someone who would probably never get married. I thought I was
I’m Not Saying Don’t Get Married but… Read More »
I read an article in Time Magazine. It talked about a Broadway show called “Sea Wall/A Life.” The writing in these separate monologues — played together on a double bill at Broadway’s Hudson Theatre — with solo performances by Tom Sturridge (“Sea Wall”) and Jake Gyllenhaal (“A Life”)had a common theme, death. It said, “Meet Alex, a photographer on
The Jaw-Dropping and Horrific Truth About Life Read More »
I did some checking, not much else to do during a pandemic. According to the US Department of Transportation, there are about 5,800 train-car crashes each year in the United States, most of which occur at railroad crossings. These accidents will cause 600 deaths and injure about 2,300. I dug a bit deeper. A 150-car freight train traveling 50 miles per hour will take
Brightline: How Can Something So Good Be Bad? Maybe It’s Not! Read More »
“Old friends, old friends,Sat on their parkbench like bookendsA newspaper blown through the grassFalls on the round toesof the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old menLost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunThe sounds of the city sifting through treesSettles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Love is a beautiful thing except when it isn’t. Most people, when they realize a relationship isn’t working, go through a period of mourning and move on. Then there are the torch carriers—people who pine long past the point of good sense. People who can’t let go, even though they walked away. I know about them. I’ve
Is It Possible to Carry a Torch for 30 Years? Read More »
What does it mean when someone calls you old school? Old school means something close to old-fashioned, but it’s a term with more pride behind it. If someone says, “I’m old school,” they’re saying they do it like it used to be done, which they believe was a better way. In mob movies, the old school usually thinks they’re better than the younger
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In 1978 I was a junior in high school. My brother was 23, had moved back home from college in Washington D.C., and had recently entered the New York City workforce. My sister was a junior in college and had transferred to CW Post from the University of Hartford where she had two years earlier
“Because it’s your sister, that’s why.” Read More »