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I should not be writing blog posts at four in the morning. Can’t help it. I woke from a half-peaceful sleep.  It’s cold this morning.  I can feel the winter chills on my skin.  I knew there were snowflakes in the evening air last night; I glanced through the Venetian blinds from my living room…

I met Al Robinson back in 1993.  He loved to read.  He loved watching old war movies – I think Wake Island was his favorite – and he loved his family and he loved his association with Temple Israel.  Those who attended the Saturday morning shul could always count on Al Robinson handing out candies…

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Yawn.  Out of bed.  Rise and shine. I’ve got a couple of ideas for my blog today, let’s log into the Times Union portal and… Hey Firefox browser, what do you mean you can’t find the Times Union blog portal? Oh well, maybe the techies at Hearst are fiddling with the portal again.  Hey, maybe…

“Hindsight is 20/20,” so says the proverbial anecdote.  A similar phrase is, “If I knew then what I know now…”  It’s the reason why sports teams drafted Ryan Leaf and Kwame Brown and regretted those decisions years later. And in my life, I’ve known plenty of hindsight endeavors.  Times when I thought something was great,…

This report in the Reno Gazette tells the story of a woman’s obituary. Why is this so newsworthy?  Everybody dies at some point in time, and everyone gets an obituary – a necrology of their achievements and accomplishments, and the survival of their family members. Not this time. The obituary for this woman is not…

Remind me again of that partly cloudy morning. Remind me again of the men and women who went to work that day. Remind me again of the husbands and wives, the sons and the daughters, who boarded the planes. Remind me again of the office workers in that five-sided building. Remind me again of the…

Sometimes the pressure is so overwhelming, it’s like the only source of relief is the one of last resort. Your relationship ended.  You lost a family member or a close friend.  The bullying is non-stop.  He won’t stop hitting you.  You just received the diagnosis.  Nobody understands.  Nobody cares.  Nobody would miss you. And there’s…

Damn it, I hope I didn’t lose that spool of film. Where is it?  I have to find it. Please don’t tell me that it completely vanished, that it got lost years ago when I moved to Green Island.  I can’t replace it, and I need it right now. Oh, hi there, blog reader.  You’re…