On this day, 40 years ago, August 26th, 1979, my family stepped off a plane at JFK. On the way to our new hometown, Sparta, NJ, my father insisted we stop at the base of the World Trade Center towers. He was awed by the towers. And they were terrific, sure, but, coming from the…
Category: Growing Up
In a flat I rest. My neighbor, her blooms are fresh. And the rich look down.
Let This Vessel Rest
I touched her hull but she barely twitched. “I am tired, hurt, and scared,” she said in a rattled whisper.
She was weighed down by generations of neglect and good intentions. She wanted to it all to be over, to be put to rest. The ice in the Hudson heard her and tried to help, only to be plucked from obliviation by good intentions once again.
If I Were King, There Would Be A Few Rules Regarding Gifts
For many years, I have chafed against the endless obligations, and often insincere, tokens of celebration.| This year, my daughter sent me two pieces of coal. (Charcoal actually.) And for the first time in many years, I smiled broadly and without reservation. You see, gifts should be given out of kindness and appreciation and good…