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We used to be proud of the description of America as a nation of immigrants. Now, the children of immigrants, many of my generation, anticipate that emigration may well replace immigration as the American dream. Watching what is going on … Continue reading →

I wanted to name A Bronx Boy’s Tale, My Back Pages, inspired by the Byrds’ version of Bob Dylan’s song of the same name. But the people at Create Space, where I was publishing my book, suggested that a title … Continue reading →

My recollection is that PJ and I met on a huge mound of snow, the remnants of a delightful blizzard that kept us home from school during the winter of 1959-60. I could be wrong about the year, but we … Continue reading →

We lived on the East End of Long Island in a hamlet (I think it was a hamlet) in the town of Southampton. My wife and I and our three children made East Quogue our home for over thirty years … Continue reading →

This post may be a litle hard for even those who know and love me to digest. I was reminded about what you are about to read(if you are brave enough to continue) while reading a book on Christianity in … Continue reading →

It was a Saturday and the Viet Nam War was still raging. I was with Peter, Paul, and Mary and Country Joe McDonald in Washington DC. PPM sang Bob Dylan’s Blowing In The Wind and Country Joe sang the Fish … Continue reading →

I can’t imagine what it’s like to go to law school or even teach law school these days. As a former history teacher, Constitutional Law was my favourite class when I was in law school. I took as many Con … Continue reading →

You know what you were doing. You know who you were with. You know how you felt. You can’t help but remember. You may have had one other event that lives in your psyche as real today as when it … Continue reading →

I have a bad habit of writing in my head when I am trying to get to sleep. Very often the title of a post or specific phrases that I will use keep me up well into the wee hours of the … Continue reading →

Well, it’s not officially the last weekend of the summer but it might as well be. If you were one of my boomer friends who grew up in the Bronx and attended Blessed Sacrament School, you can almost smell the … Continue reading →