Memoir

In all those early years of boating with my father, we never had fun with the boats, other than fishing. Fishing is fun for some, but it’s boring and smelly and boring for others. Ultimately it’s disappointing, too, because you rarely get all the fish you wanted to catch. The boats were a vehicle to … Read more

Or better still, what’s behind a name? I have had a nickname that has been with me for quite a while. It’s not a bad one, but lingers as an acronym of the original, so when an old friend mentions it in front of a new friend, it has to be explained. It’s difficult to … Read more

My efforts with Total Immersion swimming are slowly paying off. The number of strokes it takes to go 50 yards is down by half, and I can actually feel the thrust, with little effort, when I get the mechanics correctly. People are still a little curious why I’m doing this now, at my age, and … Read more

I never got around to telling this story about the cabbage rolls and my father’s intestines. As I’ve said earlier, for family events, my mother would prepare cabbage rolls by the dozen. It was usually a major production for her, but she never asked for help. She prepared it all herself, creating dozens of them … Read more

Cabbage rolls are an ethnic dish. Very ethnic. Just the name evokes numerous cliches, and even sounds funny because of the “k” sound (which, according to Neil Simon’s The Sunshine Boys, all funny words contain). To smell them is to know, immediately, what the word ethnic really means. My mother used to make them, and … Read more