Two Score, today.

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…

Avarice

Precious is you.Jade, ruby, amber opals.A fiend tugs within.

A Long Journey On The 2 Train

Standing riders shuffled around, equalizing the gap between themselves and everyone else.

None heard that the lines written for Hercule Poirot were delivered with a proper English tone. Nor did they care that the questions from her daughter were born of a place much closer to Kensington and Prospect Park than Kensington and Hyde Park.