Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I am 74. My wife at 76 winks at me when the pretty sales girl takes my elbow and guides me all the way back to the Speedo-swim-suit section at Dick’s. After all, to her, I am elderly and it’s … Continue reading →

When he turned 60, my father told me, “It’s all over with me and women”. When he’d turned 55, he’d thought, “Get all you can now! Cause after 60, the fires cool! But,” he said, “I was a fool! Here … Continue reading →

Looking back while moving forward is a tricky enterprise… There are always more might’s and could’s have been’s than there are are’s and was’s… No use to pine about the road behind! More than enough sticky-out roots and loose rocks … Continue reading →

The memory always begins with the soft knocking on his door, blending with all the accumulation of desire, of wanting to be exactly where you are, and ignoring the nervous wondering about how awkward this might be, all the possible … Continue reading →

First, a disclaimer: I’m neither astrophysicist nor astronomer. I am not even an astrologer. (though there is more writ in the stars than our philosophy calls for, Horatio, Ol’ pal!) But, 60 MINUTES just gave us a peek into what … Continue reading →

What difference would it have made if my tearful Jewish Grandma (my slightly tipsy Grandpa listing beside her) had offered me a chance to choose on my thirteenth birthday and I chose to be Jewish while the Christian other half … Continue reading →

It seems to me, dear Lilly, young mother of Rosie, my first kissing-crush girl-friend, I entering my early teens, that you, having been a young bride, so near to us, really, in age, that when I, by then, a young … Continue reading →

In a dream with PJ, an actor, a student of mine was this song sung: “You play now, to an audience of angels. Your stage is lit by star-light. Your script is writ by a heavenly wright. And all your … Continue reading →

Born into a contradictory premise. My “Thou shalt not” mother pitted against My “Thou shalt” father. “Thou shalt not be like him!” she begged! “Thou shalt be like me!” he proclaimed. My becoming in the tenuous no man’s land between … Continue reading →

I am searching through an ocean-going library of memories, searching for some pristine purity in my life at sea that can be pictured in sketches other than fading, sepia-toned, frayed at the edges, cartoon reminders of me. Sorry. It is … Continue reading →