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.

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

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...

Writer’s Diversion

On a considerably lighter note, I decided to keep the drab but truly superior Logitech keyboard/cover for my new iPad, and return the cheap but more colorful Fintie. The Fintie had cool artwork of...

Lunch at Cipriani’s

I get up late, having stayed up very late writing something controversial. Go into Manhattan to pick up my new iPad and keyboard – so excited I am not hungry and skip breakfast, promising...

The Best Coffee in the World

It was August in the Hula valley, living on a kibbutz in Israel. It was hot. Too damn hot. So hot the Israelis were hot. So hot that I would work late in the...

Citizenship Ceremony

For about ten years while living in the United States I had felt no desire to become an American citizen. I had all the rights of a citizen except the right to vote. And...

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...