Category Archives: The Journey

The Hoosier Hate Hoaxer

This only recently came to my attention.  In 2018, a member of my former department in Bloomington, Indiana pled guilty to faking a hate crime. His offense occurred a week after the presidential election of 2016. A dyed-in-the-wool conservative will … Continue reading

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Medio Porteño

Yo fui concebido en Buenos Aires, alrededor del 26 de febrero en el año 1960, con la Cruz del Sur brillando en los cielos y, más cerca en la Plaza San Martín, las jacarandas en flor. Aunque nací en Nueva … Continue reading

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Baby Boom Humbug

I just read a bracingly honest article about “generational identity.” It’s titled “Your Generational Identity Is a Lie.” Disclaimer:  I don’t know, or care, if that newspaper is certifiably “right wing” or “left wing.” I find the article to be … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday, Mrs. Kromer

Yesterday, December 16, was not only the 248th birthday of Ludwig van Beethoven, it was also the 125th birthday of Mrs. Grace Kromer–née Grace Isabella Ernst in New York City. Her father died when she was a child.  Her stepfather … Continue reading

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The Ice Storm of 1973

The calendar for 1973 was the same as for 2018, so exactly forty-five years ago this morning was Monday morning, December 17, 1973. One week previously, on Long Island, we awoke to the great ice storm of 1973. The weekend … Continue reading

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When You Can’t Do Anything Else…

. …clean your desk. . This is advice I learned from a genealogical magazine years ago–in that wonderful public library in Rutherford, New Jersey. When stuck, tidy up. It’s magic, every time. This little “back office”–a third bedroom when we … Continue reading

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Remembering Dad, 35 Years Later

I’m just like my old man. It was hurled at me as a despicable insult for years and years.  Despite that, I’ve learned that it’s really true, and I embrace it.  Belatedly, but sincerely.  When I finally learned how to … Continue reading

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Organist Anniversary

Today, September 22, is a big anniversary day for me. If you read my May post on my Bulova watch, you know it was a “big” high school graduation anniversary. Today, as a freshman in college, exactly 21 days into … Continue reading

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Atari Flashback Review

The Atari Flashback Portable came yesterday, and of course I tried it out till the “low battery” light came on.  I charged it per instructions overnight, and I’ve been having a lot of fun since the wee hours. It was … Continue reading

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About That Priest

I’ve had a change of mind, if not entirely of heart. The priest I mentioned the other day–someone I’d thought was a friend, but who turned out to be a sexual predator–well, for now I am not going to continue … Continue reading

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