The Story Behind the Stories (Part Five)
Paris was a wonderous place to visit in the summer of 1970. After a semester abroad in Munich, I began travelling and wound up here –...
Me and the Mafia
Anyone raised in Northeastern Pennsylvania (NEPA) in the 50’s has at least a passing recognition of the name Russel Bufalino. When I was...
I Lied, Twice…
Once you get good at something, it’s easy to become arrogant about your skills and their value. When I entered the photojournalism...
The Story Behind the Stories (Part Four)
For about fifteen years after moving to the desert to pursue photography I made weekly trips into Los Angeles to study the martial arts...
The Story Behind the Stories (Part Three)
1972 found me back in Syracuse a year after graduation. I started travelling west earlier in the year but only made it as far as...
The Story Behind the Stories, (Part Two)
I was nearly winded escaping from my new fiancée and her parents in the train station outside of Paris. I managed to find the first...
The Story Behind the Stories (Part One)
It was early summer of 1971. I was back in Kingston and chomping at the bit for some adventure. I called Tinker and Sally down in...
Thanks for the Memories…
Music is transformative. It has the power to elevate the soul above the fray of the day-to-day faster than almost anything else we...
Cold hands, warm heart, lousy at smuggling…
It was 1986 and Sasha was barely a year old. Phyllis found a wonderful housekeeper, Julie H. Julie was from El Salvador, and if you...
Three quarters of a second (a work of fiction)
{While I actually have been attacked by three men simultaneously, this isn’t that} I could see the punch coming. If the yahoo had...
“When the Music’s Over, Turn Out the Lights…”
What is life? In its most basic form, life is simply the awareness of the passage of time. I think John Lennon said it best: “Life is...
You’re not gonna believe this one…
It was a mild spring day and I was taking the shortcut through Jimmy Daney’s backyard to get home. Jimmy and I lived a block and a world...
It’s 10pm. Do you know where your data are?
Not to toot my own horn (but I’m going to anyway), way back when computers were in their infancy I designed some of the primary software...
It’s Gotten Weird Enough for Me
I don’t take drugs (excessively) and I don’t take hallucinogens (intentionally). I had already had my first cup of coffee this morning so...
And then Along Comes Mary (Part One)
Funny how one small action can change your life for years to come. A female feral appeared in our backyard one day. We named her G.I....
And Then Along Comes Mary (Part Two)
Mojo was happy to return home to her mom and her brothers and sisters. There was a lot these kittens had to learn about. We helped the...
And Then Along Comes Mary (Part Three)
Wherever he is, inside or out, hot or cold, day or night, he is at peace. The only demands he makes on us is that we brush him for 3-4...
And Then Along Comes Mary (Part Four)
Mojo is our ‘little lady’. She is petite but ferocious. She doesn’t take any nonsense from her bigger brothers and gives as good as she...
I'm a Seoul Man
Back in 1966, Seoul Korea was a single dirt road -- some ramshackle stores with corrugated metal roofs. If a gent had his back to you, he...
Made in Japan
Back in the 60’s during the transistor radio rage, the market was flooded with inexpensive items from Japan. Many Americans took great...