For a few months, I have been part of a short-story-reading group operating under the aegis of New York City’s 92nd Street Y. Each week we read and then, via Zoom, discuss a short story. A couple of weeks… Continue Reading →
In July 1969, just months after the Tet offensive in Vietnam, I began military service as a part of the (Colonel Frank) Berry plan. This program allowed young physicians to complete their specialty residency programs uninterrupted and avoid… Continue Reading →
This short story was published in the Winter 2021/2022 issue, volume 42.2, of the literary journal Pennsylvania English. The story is, at least in part, about a quality of life issue. I was not consulted about the cover… Continue Reading →
I have always loved listening to jazz pianists. The first jazz pianist I ever heard was Erroll Garner (1921-1977) when he gave a concert at Brooklyn College in thelate 50s and he has long been a favorite…. Continue Reading →
In 1837, Horace Greeley (1811-1872), then founder and editor of the fledging literary magazine The New-Yorker (not related to the modern New Yorker, established in 1925 by Harold Ross and his wife, Jane Grant), wrote “Fly, scatter through… Continue Reading →
Saturday, January 7, 2023 Last night, when it was past midnight in Washington D.C., I was privileged to see and hear one of the great American speeches. Most people did not watch since it came so late in… Continue Reading →
short story, brief fictional prose narrative that is shorter than a novel and that usually deals with only a few characters. Vol. 1 Brooklyn, October 17, 2021 Founded in 2009, Volume 1 Brooklyn engages and connects the literary-minded from Brooklyn… Continue Reading →
When Queen Elizabeth met with the new Prime Minister, Liz Truss, a week ago, on September 6, I remarked to my wife how well the Queen looked, in the brief news clip, as she stepped briskly to the… Continue Reading →
Charlotte ate at Holly’s seafood restaurant more times than she could count. Annual gatherings with a dozen or so friends, beginning in their senior year of high school and still continuing as a few of them were starting menopause, even… Continue Reading →
In 1994, as I was approaching my 55th birthday, I realized one of my (many) regrets in life was that I never learned to play the violin, an instrument whose music I very much love. I own a violin –… Continue Reading →
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