Memory Lane
Battles waged at Marco’s pizza parlor Space Invaders fueled by Mellow Yellow and quarter dollars A stop at Franklin’s for Chocolate malts and baseball »
Us
Our two children were off to college and we were adjusting to the empty nest. It was a period of happiness and enjoyment of our time »
The Streetlight
The warm nights of August spoke in throbbing tones of locusts and muted train whistles. On those nights, I would watch the night push the remaining »
My Sun and Sea
The purest days of contentment were those spent in the bright warmth of the sun and contrasting cool bliss of the water. In this setting I »
Dress Blues
I took them in my hands and added them to the pile in the napthalened atmosphere of patient tension and frenzied confusion that exemplifies the paradox »
My Girl (Blue Ribbon)
I met my girl when she was just that, a girl. It was love at first sight at an age when every young boy thinks so. »
My Earliest Memories (Ch. 4)
My earliest memories are random and incomplete. We lived on Princeton Street in a brick and grey painted home next to the Walters family, adjacent to »
My Earliest Memories (Ch. 5)
We moved from our house on Princeton Street to the house on Detroit Avenue when I was four years old. It just now dawned on me »