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The night before Phyllis gave birth to our wonderful daughter Sasha, I was entertaining a friend of mine – a 5th degree black belt I...

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 is always the shortest distance between two points but can seldom be apprehended by walking in a straight line. I was only 13 when...

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...

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...

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...

In Loving memory, Archbishop Nicola Rotunno, 12/1/1928 – 2/8/1999 Archbishop Nicola Rotunno was the Apostolic Nuncio to Burundi, Rwanda...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

(Author’s note: This is a verbatim transcript from a written journal I kept on a vacation {circa 1982}. Aside from a few punctuation...

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...

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 –...

Anyone raised in Northeastern Pennsylvania (NEPA) in the 50’s has at least a passing recognition of the name Russel Bufalino. When I was...

Once you get good at something, it’s easy to become arrogant about your skills and their value. When I entered the photojournalism...

For about fifteen years after moving to the desert to pursue photography I made weekly trips into Los Angeles to study the martial arts...

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...

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...