Montreal, 1955, a couple of weeks before Christmas: It was the first time I was aware of how different I was from my friends.
Poignant
Band Practice
“ETIENNE, James Archie. Born May 23, 1917. Archie passed away peacefully on Thursday, April 27, 2006 at the age of eighty-eight…” So begins a simple, loving obituary for a good man.
Goodbye, Mom. I love you.
Exactly 11 years ago I saw her for the last time. My friend, daughter and I went together to the Jewish General Hospital to see my mom. She’d been suffering from congestive heart failure for many months, sliding inexorably downhill.
Montreal – land of my birth…
Okay, this isn’t really going to be about the entire land of my birth. That would actually be Canada! No, I’m just going to share a few memories of our apartment at 5998 Park Avenue where I was brought home from the hospital at one week of age, and lived until the age of four, when we moved further west.
Liberty
Regarding Trump’s campaign of hate and fear towards ‘undocumented’ immigrants, not to mention all Muslims… he must be unaware of the words engraved on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty – an icon of hope for refugees and all new Americans for 130 years:
Time Capsule 1962
Fifty-four years ago, in 1962, I came of age. Not just because I graduated from high school at the tender age of 16. And not because I shortly afterward landed my first job. (Prudential Assurance, corner of Dorchester and University.)
Summer in the City – Six Decades Ago
Ah, the innocent ’50s!
Attack of the Amazon – or, Bike Saga, Part 3
So. Further to my unofficial bike saga, wherein Part 1 was Quintessential Montreal: The Little Bike That Fit, and Part 2 was It’s Just Like Riding a Bicycle…, I am recounting my latest bike escapade to you now, while it’s still fresh in my mind.
The ‘R’ Word, or: Benched in the Game of Life
I’m waiting to take the bus home after my last day of work. Yup, it’s official: I’m now ‘Retired.’ The R word. I shudder.
Windows on the Past – The Good Buddy Band
Phases, by their nature, come and go. I can tell you that even though my sojourn in the Good Buddy Band was ‘just’ a phase, it was one of the happiest times in my life.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 