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“Call me Ishmael.” (Or Butch, same, same.) I’ve always been fascinated with the great work of American literature by Herman Melville, perhaps the first great American novel. “Moby Dick” is…
Part 1 I was born on a hot August night in West Philadelphia. My mother and her two sisters had to take public transportation to the hospital, as my father…
and other impossible to answer questions It’s by now an old refrain: “I didn’t think it could get any worse, and then it did.” No point in even reviewing the…
A personal testimony Yesterday I attended a viewing of a documentary film about caring for loved ones who are suffering through the final stages of dementia. It was an honest…
I’ve never completely understood my younger brother, Paul, even though I feel closer to him than anybody else in the world, excepting my wife and daughters. Paul and I shared…
My paternal grandfather, Jacob Fridman, a tailor, arrived at Ellis Island in 1908 unable to speak a word of English, and so when asked for his name probably mumbled…
In this frightening period of time where our political “leaders” demonstrate their disregard of all legal and moral guidelines, I feel the need to remember those former politicians who led…
My wife and I recently decided to give up red meat. We’ll eat more fish, and go vegetarian some days. Health, you know. It’s important at our advancing age. I…
So, here we are—2026. Scary but hopeful. If you’re still hanging on. Which I am, though with great trepidation. 2025 was such a brutal and outrageous slide for the country…
Well, it couldn’t be worse. 2025 was a bitch. (No offense to female pups.) Trump and his toadies turned every good thing upside down. I’m not now going to elaborate…
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