Ah, my younger self… with my daughter Kathryn – back in the days of post-Woodstock Nixon’s U.S.A.; before personal computers, smart phones and big-box stores.
Memoir
Windows on the Past
Much as I look forward to what my post-retirement life will soon look like, I also enjoy peeking back at what was. I beg my readers’ forbearance during my occasional musings on old photos.
Stuck in Beginners B Forever!
I have such fond memories of the Hampton Street YMCA! Also known as the NDG Y, due to its location in the leafy Montreal borough of Notre-Dame-de-Grâce, it was my second home during the summers when I was eight, nine and ten years old.
Food, Glorious Food!
I can safely say, having grown up in a Jewish family, that Jews are into food in a big way. As the old joke says, every Jewish holiday can be summed up thusly: “They attacked us, we won, let’s eat!”
The Last Gasp
Quitting smoking: one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life… and also, paradoxically, one of the easiest.
I fought the law – and *I* won!
Back in the ’80s, we here in Montreal suffered more than our share of bus strikes. Some of my fellow denizens will remember traffic snarls; others exercised their leg muscles and walked; still others will recall riding their bicycles to work… downtown… during a downpour… and arriving at work looking as if they’d swum there. Which in a way they had!
How I miss the 5 and dime!
Woolworth’s! Kresge’s! Probably others, but lost in the mists of time… or maybe more accurately, in the memory maze of my brain.
Why I will never fly AA again
American Airlines co-pilot suspected of being drunk, airport spokesman says
That’s one of the headlines on CNN.com today. (Visions of the Denzel Washington movie flash through my mind.)
Me and My Dad
Here’s the thing: my dad was always there for me; in a pinch, you would’ve wanted him in your corner. I think if I relay a handful of incidents where he ‘saved’ me in one way or another, you’ll see what I mean.
From one… to hundreds
Here in Montreal, in 1952, we got all of one (1!) TV channel. If memory serves, it was channel 2 on the dial, and it was bilingual, English and French. (In those days there was more linguistic cooperation in this province!) The channel was run by the CBC: the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. Shows were, of course, in black and white.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 