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It seemed to Butchy that no one ever left Philadelphia, so he wasn’t sure if that was a real option for when he got older. Amongst all his extended family:…
It’s September and I’m leaving to go off for my first year in college. My father drives me and my friend, Bobby Fisher, who is going to the same school,…
If you had phoned up my family home in Philadelphia and asked to speak to Robert, the person who answered would have told you that you had the wrong…
I’ve had a bunch of them – all kinds of colors and body types. I can almost measure my life by the vehicles I’ve owned. The first was a…
Yes, I am an unapologetic pessimist. Have been for some time–pretty much my whole adult life. You know, no good deed goes unpunished, things will only get worse and we’re…
Okay, so we’re all going to die. I try not to think about it too much. What’s the point? Live for the moment and all that. Which I try to…
with apologies to Thomas Wolfe The House on Baltimore Avenue It was a red brick duplex with a wide front porch and a set of concrete steps that led down…
I woke up early yesterday so I could get out on the waves a couple hours before high tide. It was my birthday (81 if you must know) and I…
I usually avoid talking about my time at Harvard. Though some might (and do) brag about being Harvard grads, there’s a whole bunch of us who worry that mentioning it…
Wait for no man Changing Tides When I stepped outside this morning and smelled the cool air mixed with the mist off the Pacific, I knew that Fall would soon…
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