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...
Cats and God
People either believe in God or they don’t. This is an attempt to simply raise the question “Is it possible?” I am a believer, always...
The Story Behind the Stories (Part Eight)
Los Angeles in the mid 70’s was a magnificent city. It was the good old days when criminals were arrested, tried, and incarcerated. While...
No Expectations, No Disappointments
In Loving memory, Archbishop Nicola Rotunno, 12/1/1928 – 2/8/1999 Archbishop Nicola Rotunno was the Apostolic Nuncio to Burundi, Rwanda...
The Story Behind the Stories (Part Seven)
Resilience is born from defeat. You have two choices in life when you’ve been knocked flat on your butt -- and lying there was never an...
Of Course I Carry a Gun
I have legally carried a concealed weapon for 12 years now – my four CCW permits allow me to carry in 38 states. My history with firearms...
The Story Behind the Stories (Part Six) aka On Being Agile
I was told from as early as I can remember that my mission in life was to grow up to become a doctor. All Jewish boys are doctors or...
Paybacks are a Bitch
My first cat was named after my friend Tommy Cromack, who lived on Third Ave. Tommy was a blond haired, blue-eyed-all-American boy. He...
Love to Eat, Eat to Love
Food is sacred to me. Once in Los Angeles many moons ago, my wife and I visited our favorite Thai restaurant (Chan Dara) and requested a...
Vacation Begins
(Author’s note: This is a verbatim transcript from a written journal I kept on a vacation {circa 1982}. Aside from a few punctuation...
Moses ain’t got nothin’ on me…
I like the word torrential and have been able to use it in a sentence three times. It had been raining constantly all day. It was one of...