Bert Sommer in Brockport (“it was the ’70s”) . . . and a bit of my M.O.)
I am casting a net—hoping to pull in a catch of informed insights, quirky anecdotes, and pithy quotes from people I have never met. Telescoping back more than fifty years—and … Continue reading
Special Delivery
I opened my front door to see the familiar arrow swooshing toward me on a sizable box, as a question mark thought-bubble rose to meet the falling autumn leaves. I … Continue reading
This End Up – a poem
You once told me you’d end up in a cardboard refrigerator box under an overpass. “Oh Neil” I laughed. You loved to make me laugh. You tucked me in … Continue reading
R.I.P. Lord & Taylor
Learning of the imminent closing of Lord and Taylor’s flagship store on Fifth Avenue caught me off guard at a time when I am numbly beginning to acclimate to the … Continue reading
Going to Jail – Part 3
D. approaches me with the air of someone who has acclimated to the harsh boundaries that have redefined his life these nearly two decades behind razor wire and bars. A … Continue reading
Sharon Watts Writes 