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Mushin

The concept of Mushin was explained to me by a Japanese friend of mine the night before Sasha was born. I struggled for many years to...

On the Road of Hard Knocks

The best compliment I ever received regarding my prowess as a motorcycle mechanic (I can tear down to the last nut and bolt almost any...

The Story Behind the Stories (Part Twelve)

I used to return to the east coast once a year to visit friends and family. As time marched on, these trips stretched themselves out,...

Phyllis is Just As Weird As Me

Before we found our first home in Rancho Mirage, Phyllis and I lived in an apartment in Palm Desert. It wasn’t too bad, if you don’t...

The Doctor Will See You Now

If turnabout is fair play, then the more than layman’s knowledge of medicine I possess would make my mother proud. As early as...

Losing My Virginity

No, this has nothing to do about me and Karen D. on a blanket in the woods outside of Syracuse University way back when... Around 1995...

No Jews Allowed

I did not experience much antisemitism growing up. While the line of demarcation between Jews and Christians was quite visible in...

Anything Is Possible?

The biggest difference I could see between my generation and our parents was the degree of self- reflection we would entertain on just...

The Story Behind the Stories (Part Eleven)

Some of my professors at Syracuse University found me to be quite disturbing and disruptive. I tended to push the boundaries of...

No New Normal

Certain events in life are pivotal, because they force an alternative reality upon you – a cloak or mantle not easily shrugged off. I...

I (almost) Never Ask Permission

The essence of street photography lies in the ability to masterfully capture a moment as it moves from not-yet-a-photo to is-a-photo to...

On Being Genuine (Part Two)

When I went to see my orthopedic surgeon prior to starting to skydive, he told me my legs would be ok, put I had to stop jogging – it was...

Look Before You Leap

I don’t write about what happens on a daily basis as some bloggers do, but something happened today. Rarely does 72 hours transpire...

The Story Behind the Stories (Part Ten)

My high school graduating class of 1967 has proven to be unusually cohesive after all these years. While I did not attend the tenth...

On Being Genuine (Part One)

When I look back on the people who have come and gone in my life, I am always drawn to the 1%’ers. I was fortunate to have been accepted...

The Worst Thing I Ever Did to My Wife

Working at the “Color Lab” on Yonkers Ave was one sweet job. Each printer had their own room. Printing was done on an automated enlarger...

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