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When I was in college, my professor of English, John O’Neill, noticed something in my first class term paper.  Most specifically, he alerted me that the sentence in my term paper – “Usually these things get off to an unusual start” – was not only grammatically incorrect, it was also a use of a positive…

It’s not the kind of day I wanted. And I’ve gone through it in my life many times.  And when it happens… I can feel death inside me.  A cold, shivering, unforgiving death. No matter how many successes I have in my life, no matter how many wonderful moments I’ve achieved, I always dread the…

Last night at the Ruck, before the Monday night “Catch the Mania” trivia game began, I chatted with one of the members of another trivia team, the Troyale Family.  We were mostly talking about trivia and whether the “Catch the Mania” game was as good as the “Trivia Nights Live” competitions. And somehow, the conversation…

This is not good. You know that I am a big fan of Erin Davies and her Fagbug car.  This car has gone from being just a mode of transportation to a symbol of intolerance and acceptance. Well, apparently somehow, at some point in time yesterday, the Fagbug was in a car accident. Details are…

All that’s left of Howe Road is an old, broken power meter.  The meter is surrounded by growth and brush.  A series of metal gates and fences block off any access to the area. I remember the last time I visited Howe Road.  There were feelings of dread racing through my body, aches and hurt…

Saturday afternoon.  I’m driving through Ravena, where I know there’s a flea market.  Flea markets are great diversions on a weekend, and maybe it’s because my Grandma Betty used to take me every weekend to the local flea markets in the greater Boston area, that I’ve developed an affinity for finding treasures in these locales.…

This morning, while working on an unrelated blog post, I decided to check my Facebook feed.  And at that point, I saw this post from my daughter Cassaundra.  And she wasn’t happy. I was told I was um-compassionate to animals because I chose to eat their flesh when all they wanted to do was live.…

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…