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Recognition

Recognition  I was never a great athlete, though I enjoyed participating in sports. Growing up in my neighborhood with my few friends, I wasn’t a bad player. I could hold my own when we played together, and though I wasn’t … Continue reading

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When I was your age…

When I was your age… The gray-haired woman sat on a bench at a local park in the Bronx. She watched as the boys and girls played in the park. The year was 1956. A young boy, about six years … Continue reading

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What to do with it all?

What to do with it all?  John sat in the basement, looking at all the accumulated things he had gathered in his lifetime. There were the school notebooks that he had used in high school and college containing all the … Continue reading

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Pick a Door

Pick a Door It was the grand opening of a new museum in New York City, The Metropolitan Museum of Self Awareness. It was the first of its kind. I read the brochure describing the museum, but it didn’t make … Continue reading

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Life goes on…

Life goes on The older you get, the more decisions you have to make. The older you get the more those decisions have an impact on the direction your life will go. I left my 30’s with the decision to … Continue reading

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Faded Memories

 Faded Memories I wasn’t looking for it, but there it was. Deep in the corner of my mother’s closet. We were clearing out her house after she passed away; gathering all the old clothes from her closet. There were mostly … Continue reading

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What you remember…

What you remember My wife and I were talking yesterday about memories. What do we remember? What makes events in our lives memorable? Why is it that I can remember a specific incident that happened when we went out to … Continue reading

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We’re Free

We’re Free The year was 1961.  I was in 5th grade at P.S. 81 in the Bronx. Those were the days where students were tracked based on academic achievement. So the -1 classes were the top students, down to the … Continue reading

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Black Memories

My parents died many years ago. My father in 1982 at the age of 78 and my mother in 1998 at the age of 84. Both deaths were relatively quick; my father in a nursing home and my mother at … Continue reading

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