THERE’S A DOG ON MY BED


From the first time he picked me up in those massive arms to as recently as twenty minutes ago, when I think of my dad I think of a man who was always in motion. When he sat still for too long his disappointments would catch up with him so it was a matter of…
Middle-aged heavyweight woman with five o’clock shadow pushing a loaded babushka cart and wearing some kind of schmatta on her head spit at me and then mumbled something in Russian as I jogged by her. Sources tell me it was either an ancient curse or a killer recipe for borscht. Not to be outdone, an…
Julian Bond At the public schools I attended in Northern California we studied the Civil Rights movement at a very early age, which meant we studied Julian Bond at a very early age. Anti Vietnam War protests would occur on the campuses where I attended school. The Revolution wasn’t happening around us, it was happening…
“Meet The Mess!” It’s all starting to sound like the opening number from ‘Music Man’. Next time you’re watching one of these Punditry Parades, try turning off the sound and replacing it with ‘Rock Island’. It’s better than two martini’s in Disneyland: David Gregory: Ever meet a fellow by the name of…
[/caption]As I sit here with what I imagine to be the flu, I think of things, you know, dumb stuff to do. Like read or write or look at the light, Try not to think, ‘I’m dying!’ with all my might. I came across this in the New York Times: Three noted writers of music…
Many of my Italian relatives lived in North Beach when they first immigrated to America over a hundred years ago. I’ve been going there ever since I was born. And each time I’ve gone— including my most recent trip a few months ago— that hollow muscle inside my chest gives me that first-love feeling. And…