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The Day The Music Died? February 3, 1959 was a day I will forever remember. I can still see my brother Mike and me watching our Mother prepare breakfast. I cannot tell you what the weather was like. If there … Continue reading →

We are at the peak of the nostalgia season. We had our rendezvous with The Ghosts Of Christmas Past and will soon embark on our year-end Auld Lang Syne, reviewing where we’ve been and wondering where the new year will … Continue reading →

  So here we are in the midst of another leap year celebration. February 29th! It seems like it was only four years ago that we were last celebrating. Of course, then, in 2016, leap year only served to prove … Continue reading →

The Day The Music Died? February 3, 1959, was a day I will forever remember. I can still see my brother Mike and me watching our Mother prepare breakfast. I cannot tell you what the weather was like. If there … Continue reading →

The Day The Music Died? February 3, 1959, was a day I will forever remember. I can still see my brother Mike and me watching our Mother prepare breakfast. I cannot tell you what the weather was like. If there … Continue reading →

Earlier this week I told Jeannine that I  would, once again, post this entry of the Newell Post in honor of her birthday. I told her I had to do this and she said, “You could write something new.” I … Continue reading →

Menu The Newell Post You And Me And The Newell Post SEARCH RESULTS FOR: A LONG  A Long Long Time Ago The Day The Music Died?February 3, 1959 was a day I will forever remember. I can still see my brother … Continue reading →

About this time fifty-nine years ago. I may have been daydreaming about the approaching Thanksgiving Holiday. More likely, I was daydreaming about a girl. In any event, I wasn’t paying attention to Sister Margaret. Although I always loved her stories … Continue reading →

I was driving home from the dentist, trying not to dribble on myself when I came to a red light. I looked down at the center console and a bunch of coins in one of the cup holders.There were quarters, … Continue reading →

I left New York nearly five years ago. The experience of leaving New York has taught me one thing. You can leave New York, but New York never, ever really leaves you. It was like that for The Bronx as … Continue reading →