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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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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