THE LUCK OF THE SLICE
What Cancer Taught Me About Perspective
For the past few years, I’ve known ab...
A PIGRIMAGE TO WHISTLING STRAITS
A couple of weeks ago, a group of us made a pilgrimage north to Kohler, Wisconsi...
THE BALLGAME BEHIND THE SCHOOL – WHEN LIFE WAS SIMPLER
As you get older, your memory starts to fade. I can’t tell you what I had for di...
MODERN BILLIONAIRES AND ANCIENT TRILLIONS
Musk’s staggering fortune pales in comparison historically.
For the record, a...
THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Morning seeps through the slit of sky and turns the cell that familiar shade of ...
THE DARK SIDE OF PINK
It’s a rainy Monday morning, and I’ve got my personal collection of Pink Floyd q...
WELCOME TO CLUB 27
I plunged the needle into my vein, surprised how easy it was considering that:
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50 YEARS LATER
The Clifton Central High School Class of 1975 held its 50th reunion last weekend...
GOOD VIBRATIONS – THE BEACH BOYS STORY
As many know, Brian Wilson passed away a few weeks ago at the age of 82. He was ...
DAY 2 OF BILLY GOATS CURSE: BLEACHERS, BOYS, AND BASEBALL
It was a warm, sunny Monday in Chicago, October 1945. Game 6 of the World Series...
THE COIN FLIP OF A LIFETIME
Toward the end of 1978, I was an aimless twenty-one-year-old living with my pare...
THE LAST DAYS OF DOC HOLLIDAY
An historical story of fiction
November 7th, 1887 –Glenwood Springs Colorado
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Did Ruth Really Call His Shot? Grandpa Didn’t Think So
Recently, I came across a news feed about a Babe Ruth jersey that sold for an in...
SO LONG TO NAMES OF MY YOUTH
Every year media publications run recaps of celebrities that passed away the pre...
MY PERSONAL ODYSSEY
During an endocrinologist appointment in April of 2024, I weighed a svelte 320 p...
RAY’S LAST PITCH
I stopped by the hospital one Saturday afternoon to sit with my grandfather, Ray...
THE PHANTOM’S EPILOGUE
New York City, March 1920
I am dying – this time, I believe, for real. I have...
RIZZO, THE FAT-HEADED CAT
Hey! I’m Rizzo, the magnificent male feline. Alan and Lady Dawn are my persons. ...
HARRY VARDON’S GOLF BAG
HARRY VARDON’S LONG LOST GOLF BAG
June 19th, 1914, British Open, Prestwick Go...
NO MERCY, NO QUARTER
His nose broke with that last punch, I could feel it. I also heard the sickening...