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LAX-SFO – SUMMER OF 1973

Back in August 1973 I hitchhiked across country to Tulsa. My friend Neil was staying with a woman there. We had planned to drive to the West Coast in his BMW 2002, however prior to my arrival the Staten Islander had been distracted by a State Fair roller coaster and rear-ended a truck. The car […]

The Measure of Happiness

Last month my sister, her husband, and I celebrated my 60th with lobsters, steamers, Pinot Grigio on Watchic Pond. An early evening breeze fended the mosquitos away from the dock. My brother-in-law dressed accordingly; tee-shirt, shorts, and no shoes. Neither of us had shaved for days. “What you think?” My brother-in-law pulled out a pipe. […]