Mom always had a fixation on correct etiquette, especially at the dinner table. Drove my Dad and me nuts. “Put your napkin in your lap”, she’d admonish. “Drape it over your left knee.” All Dad and I wanted to do was eat. In fact, between mouthfuls, he’d say, “Wilma, let the boy eat!” It wasn’t… Continue reading Napkins at the Table
Knock Knock Knock! I opened my eyes. I knew I wasn't dreaming. Knock knock! I could tell it was light outside. I reached over and picked my phone off the bedside table. 0705. 'Who the hell is knocking on my door at...' Knock Knock Knock! I got out of bed. Knock knock knock knock! 'Geezus',… Continue reading Knock Knock!
Jack was born in the two-fisted, blue collar hamlet of Williamstown, New Jersey. In the pre-television days of sports heroes, his parents would name him after their favorite heavyweight boxer. He was the youngest of four brothers and a sister whose childhood days would unfold against the hardscrabble backdrop of America's Great Depression. In a… Continue reading Jack
I said goodbye to a good friend today. A friend I could always depend on during tough times. A friend who always managed to lighten the heaviest of moods, who shared warmth whenever an end-of-the-world concern furrowed my brow. When times were good and happiness filled the air, she never failed to add a special… Continue reading Goodbye to a Good Friend
Seth had turned the corner in the shaft when he found it. It was dynamite that had been used to hollow out more of the mine shaft, but he’d found the mother-lode. The miner in him worried about the post-explosion ventilation but he shook off the thought. He had to hurry. He could hear the… Continue reading The Mine
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