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There are those who swear that in the morning, when they wake up, they remember everything about their dreams.  They claim to remember every moment, every word, every comment from their slumber. Me… all I can remember is maybe a word, a phrase, a note, a number.  And no earthly reason why I would even…

Friday night.  October 14, 2011.  8:30 p.m. “Hurry up, hurry up, get in your seats, the event’s going to start any second now!” “Am I late?  Did I miss anything?” “No.  They’re just doing the initial introductions.  You haven’t missed him.” “Good.  Where do I sit?” “Okay, I have to make sure of the list. …

I initially didn’t want to make this video.  I wasn’t sure how it would be received.  But after seeing the increased cyber-bullying and taunting and belittling going on today, both nationally and locally, I could remain silent no more. And the kicker was reading this morning about Mitchell Wilson, a boy with muscular dystrophy who…

My friendship with Amy Biancolli goes back to our days as Hamilton College students.  We didn’t take the same classes, but we had mutual friends.  When Amy wrote her biography of Fritz Kreisler, I purchased a copy.  She purchased a copy of my record collector’s guide.  And in June of 2010, at our 25th reunion…

The day started out horribly.  Two days beforehand, my wife’s grandfather, Samuel Ginsburg, passed away after a long and valiant battle against Alzheimer’s Disease.  That day, we were going to attend his funeral. My wife Vicki was already mad at me; I had scheduled the week off so that I could attend the inductions of…

It’s a beautiful, cloudless night.  I’m sitting by the shores of a quiet lake in the Adirondacks, my camera aimed at the slate-black night sky. The plan this evening is to capture a series of images of the stars as they reflect off the shimmering lake below.  Just something to experiment with, nothing major.  I’ve…

I can’t remember when I acquired this badge.  I don’t recall if it was during one of my trips there, or whether it was snagged in a yard sale. But the truth of the matter is – I had to do this on Sunday. Yesterday I went to the Great Escape and Splashwater Kingdom amusement…

It was dripping and dank.  The floors were soggy and the cloudy smell of mildew permeated the air.  Thick and wet, like milky mud. And I was down in the basement, hiding.  Shivering and scared.  Not knowing who to turn to or who to tell. And 30 years later… it still seems too real to…

I’ve blogged in the past about my beloved grandmother. She was as close to being a saint as there is in Judaism.  And every year, whenever I get a chance to visit Boston, I always make an effort to pay respects to my grandmother and grandfather, who rest in eternal peace at the Hadrath Israel…