Monthly Archives: January 2020

He was retired NYPD. He got into delivering newspapers to keep busy and to add some cash to his monthly budget. I was ten, workin’ papers in my pocket, deliverin’ all the big New York City newspapers. He’d drop ’em … Continue reading →

I could lug all the papers slung over my shoulder in my big-canvas-news-paper-bag on weekdays and Saturdays But on Sunday mornings, New York City had too much to say to itself and too many newspapers to say it in, especially … Continue reading →

Mr. Tully’s big mutts snuck out of his yard early one morning through the unhitched-back-gate. And me, a Horatio-Alger-ten-year-old-newspaper-boy on City Island, The Bronx, New York, trapped them in Mrs. DeSantes front yard. (The dogs liked me ’cause I all … Continue reading →

I cry easily, now, and, therefore, more often, as I am old. For I’ve been taught by scraping against passing years like an old-Oak-root, creeping through an old cemetery, grinds against coffins buried in its path, by my blood, heart … Continue reading →

The imminent arrival so feared or, by some, so longed for, of the last Eminence we ever meet is never tardy or premature. Timing impecable. Intent, inexorable. No impatience matters. No delaying strategy, effective. It’s here when it gets here. … Continue reading →

The fetus is the result of her parents genes, physiology, and possibility. The baby is the result of his successful gestation and mothers participation. The child is the result of how she parses all those lies and truths whispered to … Continue reading →

I have faith, no more in memories, neither mine nor those of others. The brain clutches moments in its angry or joyous hands and with muscles like a potter at the wheel reshapes whatever happened, that last second or decades … Continue reading →

Sow all your wild oats but not your semen before you’re forty. Don’t consider the M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E word before then but enjoy the joy of your singularity, -to a point- Ideally, bring your virginity to the altar, intact. But, lose your … Continue reading →

So, let the moments between the moments, Linger. Between a gentle caress, right before the kick-off of a Steeler – Patriot game. Between a tearful episode of THIS IS US and the pressing need for pb and j or pop-corn … Continue reading →