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My sister, my friend, my Ride and Die

My sister and I weren’t very close growing up. Just 22 months apart, but different in so many ways. We shared a bedroom most of our lives, but that was about all we shared. Looking back now…oh the time we wasted. I had a terrible car accident my …

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Rounding Third and Heading for Home

May 18th, 2015. I grew up inside a baseball park. The smell of the dirt, clinks of the bats, and everything in between is home to me. When I was younger, I would barely pay attention to the game in front of me. I was more concerned with …

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Growing Up on 42nd Street – A Serial Story – Part 3

We, the new group, were never without things to do. We would often have races up the stairway in the McGraw Hill building; all 33 stories. The 6 to 8 foot walls at the Lincoln Tunnel exit where better than monkey bars in the playground. This included large …

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800 Square Feet of Family

My grandparents, Aida and Joe, lived on West 96th Street in Manhattan. As far as NYC apartments go, theirs was sprawling – 2 bedrooms, 1 bath, a living/dining room combo and a galley kitchen. All told, it was about 800 square feet. For two people living in NYC, …

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November, November, how we welcome thee!

Emily Dickinson once said, “November always seems to me the Norway of the year.” I’m not sure I even know what that means.  But I really want to go to Norway so I am going to pretend that it means something fabulous…just like the fabulous images I have …

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Growing Up on 42nd Street – A Serial Story – Part 2

My apartment layout was quaint. It was called a “railroad flat” because all the rooms were in one row. They started with the kitchen which was small but workable. The next room was supposed to be the dining room but my parents took it over as their bedroom. …

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In a Nutshell

We met wife to be #3 (or was that #4?) the December before. We had a grand time meeting her and her pre-middle school daughters. Gathered around a fondue Christmas dinner we laughed and told stories. The following summer she took me garage-sale shopping. We were nearly best …

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Growing Up on 42nd Street – A Serial Story – Part 1

I’m sure that you’ve all heard of 42nd Street in New York City. There was a show with that title and a song, “Give My Regards to Broadway.” Growing up a block away from Times Square is undoubtedly different. I grew up on the top floor of a …

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