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Looking Back

Sep
04
Posted at 4:54 pm

(The following column was written Tuesday morning, Sept. 11, 2001, as events unfolded. It is reprinted this week in remembrance . . . and hope.) The world changed Tuesday morning. A thick cloud of smoke and dust still hangs heavily over the New York City skyline. Firefighters and emergency personnel are responding to crises in [...]

Aug
30
Posted at 4:49 pm

I’m not saying they are heroes or anything like that. Not exactly. But as far as I’m concerned, the Murphy family did a pretty heroic thing last weekend. They watched a movie. And not just any movie.  No, sir. As fierce winds from Hurricane Irene shook windows in their apartment building, bending trees all around [...]

Aug
04
Posted at 4:19 pm

It would be way too simplistic to say that Gayle and I were childhood sweethearts. Accurate, maybe. But simplistic. Those two words – “childhood sweethearts” – don’t begin to summarize the up and down, back and forth, on-again off-again nature of our relationship between second grade and senior year. One year we were playing kissing [...]

Jul
27
Posted at 4:07 pm

Her name was Ethel. I didn’t know it at the time, of course. To tell the truth, it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the music was playing, the dance floor was beckoning, she was woman, I was man. Let’s dance. I know – I was married. It was OK. My wife, Anita, [...]

May
25
Posted at 9:04 pm

To me, it was all about popularity. That’s sort of the way my mind worked back in the days of the Beatles, the Beach Boys and the Brothers Gibb. I liked to listen to popular music. I liked to watch popular TV shows. I liked to wear my hair the way the popular guys wore [...]

Mar
23
Posted at 11:33 pm

My colleague, Sharie, was tired.  You could see it in her eyes, on her face and in the way she walked. She was weary.  Worn down.  Exhausted.  Drained. No question about it: a classic case of NPSS.  You know: New Parent Shock Syndrome. “Long night with the baby?” I asked. She nodded.  “I think he’s [...]