Memoir

The ride had no levers and buckles–a strange exchange between my daughter and her friend.

When I was sixteen years old, I was about to play baseball and came upon a wounded bird part-way up the rightfield line during pre-game warmups. Wounded is too kind. This bird, a robin, had been maimed. It looked like it had been caught by a dog or cat that tore into it but lost … Read more

The only thing I remember about it is the fact that I was such a smart ass that the teacher kicked me out and was not going to let me take the class.

they realized there is a cranky old guy who lives on this street, a guy that is willing to go all the way and do whatever it takes to stop rowdy behavior past curfew, as long as “whatever it takes” consists of calling the police.

When I’m eighty years old and holding court in the locker room of the YMCA, I hope I remember to say that, “Life is full of quirks.”