St. Patrick’s Day … a day of a delicious corned beef & cabbage [don’t forget the ‘taters] dinner, a bottle of dark Irish ale, and
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Who am I?
Now, why would I tell you that here? Simply read the blog to find out about me and many other more interesting subjects. Enjoy!!
All I'll say is, it was a snowstorm of a morning [7:31 AM] in Brooklyn, NY on March 2, 1952 when I got started. My loving Mom still calls it her greatest memory [probably one of 3 - sister & brother].
The Devil in Me
The following experience has been one of the most traumatic of my life. Partly because of that, I am more unsure of the accuracy of
Birthdays!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!! When you’re a kid, all the birthdays are something you look forward to … 10 is great – double
Life at 3 AM ~~ Now without Greg!
Red Eye – or, on Twitter, #RedEye, joyously shouted out on set by comic & frequent guest, Sherrod Small, “Hash tag Red Eye!” – Yes,
A Very Special Night!
Excerpt from my book, “On the Trail of the Last of the Mohicans” “Somewhere up on the Blue Ridge Parkway.” Hmmmm … by that time,
My Youthful Integration …
There is not a one among us who has been a perfect human being. We have all said things that in retrospect we might have
The First Amendment
I can’t emphasize this enough … The first amendment of the Bill of Rights clearly indicates freedom OF religion, not freedom FROM religion. In the
Me Old Bio!
OK … so where does one start? It’s been a long, long time … I guess with the important stuff … my family! Let’s
Animals.
I love animals. Always have. I do eat them, though. That’s one reason I love them. First pet I recall having were a few snails.
From real life to film to reading more to real life …. Sons of Liberty!
It measures 12 feet long … the shelf, that is. Every book on that shelf – and they are stacked at the ends, so maybe
Gastown: A Story
I was reminded of this in an unrelated conversation with someone the other day. 1972 — Erminio [Butch] and I hitch-hiked cross country [Canada, actually]
The Booger Ball
1972 — Hitchhiking from California with my then girlfriend, Carla, trying to get back to NY. We were at a gas station in the Western
