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...
In Memory of Clarence Price and Bruno Joachim
Clarence checking his sea maps to plot a course of adventure for us off the Pacific Coast. I have always found it next to impossible to...
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...
Which Came First, The Photographer or the Photograph?
Most photographs convey something to the viewer. Whether it be an emotion, a personal link to past history, or a dramatic revelation...
Finding My Way Home – Thank God the Lights Were On!
In the beginning, most photographers know nothing about photography. They have no cohesive vision. They do not understand the...
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...
Nothin’ in Common, Except a Whole Lotta Love for Tochinoshin
There must be something to the cliché opposites attract. When I first spied Phyllis sitting in the control booth in the...
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...
The Best Day of My Life and I Almost Had to Kill Someone
The night before Phyllis gave birth to our wonderful daughter Sasha, I was entertaining a friend of mine – a 5th degree black belt I...
There Was a Day…
If there are two more different people in the world than me and my Phyllis, I’ve never met them. If the old saw opposites attract is...
Truth – where it comes from, and where it goes
Truth is always the shortest distance between two points but can seldom be apprehended by walking in a straight line. I was only 13 when...
The Story Behind the Stories (Part Nine)
One of my favorite jobs after graduating college was working as a shipping clerk in a dental supply house. Little did I know that my...