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The Magic of Brooklyn
Was it the water, the smell of Levy’s freshly baked bread delivered to my father’s deli? Is it the air laden with aromas from all the Italian, Greek, German, and Chinese restaurants, or the world’s best pizza billowing odorous air streams into the streets, making you want to manga? Was it the Fox theater on…
An 80 year old’s note to self.
The gift of time doesn’t come to all Morning air opens the day Use it copiously and wisely Savor it as it clicks down to sunset Let slumber be dreams of your today’s and rewards of the next tomorrow Be thankful for the breadth that opens another day Be grateful for those who share your…
Losing Our Moral Compass.
The firing squad of loose cannons killing our children won’t quit until we bear down and insist the institutions that protect our society do their job. There is no one simple answer to this problem in America; we’re not living in a Hollywood movie with a white hat hero riding into the sunset. More guards…
Where have all the families gone?
Brooklyn, New York, in the 1940s was bubbling over with Italian, Jewish, and Irish immigrants, and their first-generation children. Tenements are bursting at the seams, spitting kids out onto cemented, dingy streets. They played stickball, triangle, stoopball, and Johnny on the Pony- Shadowed by mountains of brick and small kids’ heads poking out of gated…
Democracy is a tapestry.
It’s a fabric filled with senators, congress members, presidents, governors, and all of us. Of all the essential textural millions of threads, I believe small and large town mayors and community boards are the most important. They are the most direct conduit by which millions of Americans can affect and keep our voices heard. Democracy…
Give me bigger rolls of toilet paper and smaller apples
Is it me or old age or what? Not only are the rolls of toilet paper getting narrower and smaller and my butt getting bigger, the apples in the supermarket are on steroids, forcing me to pay for more than I want to consume in one sitting. The bottom line, my cost per poop has…
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