Category: Experiences

Fifty five years comes with fifty five years of experiences. Most are hum drum, some are dramatic. Here are some from me, and some from my childhood friend Jon.

Best Pizza in the World

Some people swear by John’s Pizzeria on Bleeker Street. And many believe that there is no such thing as pizza outside the five boroughs, and definitely not in Chicago. But not so. When I...

Skydiving

Before kids, three of us decided to go skydiving. Tandem jump strapped to an instructor, just go, get kitted up, jump out of a plane. Our wives got wind of the plan. We probably...

Identity

I called a friend who does not identify on the binary gender spectrum “she”, not “they”, and was rightfully called out for it. It was impolite, and politeness is important to me. That is...

Meeting Hannah

Hannah and I met as nice young Jewish boys and girls do, at a mixer for the new students on a Hebrew language course, on a kibbutz in Israel. I was conscious of her...

The Best Hospital Food In the World

I am writing this in my bed in Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital in Manhattan, where the staff are extremely friendly and competent, and I have a gallstone problem that is very routine for...

The Doorstep

Jon was five years young. In those years in England, children of six would walk themselves home from school. But for the first year of school, the front of the school would mill with...

Paradise on Blue Bell Hill

Jon and Robert were brothers, born just short of twelve months apart. From their earliest recollections they had always been together, two against the world. Kids then were free range, and this Easter vacation...

Death of a Brother

“Looking back, it is all frozen in time. It happened. It is always happening. If I lose myself, it never happened. But I cannot stay lost forever.” — Jon