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
What I Learned at Church Camp
In 1964 I spent the most extended stretch of time away from home in all of my eleven years on the planet. I was in pre-teen geeky prime. And a … Continue reading
Bert Sommer – Discovering Woodstock’s Lost Treasure
When you think about Woodstock, who comes to mind? Well, yes, the Who—and Jimi and Janis and Richie and Sly, Santana and Canned Heat and Arlo and . … Continue reading
Going to Jail – Part 2
A long, U-shaped table fills a room that is not too unlike my junior high school cafeteria in atmosphere, with one end connecting to where the prisoners will enter and … Continue reading
Going to Jail – Part 1
I wonder if they see me struggling. Inserting the same quarter into three, or four different lockers, I read and reread the same instructions inside each door. My summer purse … Continue reading
