Category Archives: autobiographical memory

THE JFK ASSASSINATION: AMERICA’S ULTIMATE MYSTERY

Perusing one of my railroad books, ‘Down South’ on the Rock Island, by Steve Allen Goen (La Mirada, CA: Four Ways West Publications, 2002), I came across the photo and caption reproduced below. (Ignore the Brook Hollow ad.) The photo was … Continue reading

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Ode to Bank of America, Southern California Gas and, Most of All, Nationwide

“We can’t acknowledge your sister’s death until we have a death certificate,” said the woman at the branch where my sister had done her banking. Meantime they would continue to honor automatic transfers, she assured me. A mailing I received … Continue reading

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Happy Valentine’s Day 2017

Todd and I celebrate Valentine’s Day with manhattans, chocolate eclairs, and radio bars. I’d never heard of radio bars till we moved to Annapolis and saw them in the baker’s case at Graul’s market. I assumed they were a Southern … Continue reading

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Two Odd Things Said to Me as I Was About to Leave

“Come here,” said my sister, suffering kidney failure, heart failure, and esophageal cancer. She was calling to Todd and me from the bedroom of her Fullerton (L.A.-area) condo, a bright and airy place, cheerful even in the worst of circumstances. … Continue reading

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My Merry Little Christmas, Circa 1964

On the living room couch I fell asleep Christmas night listening to my new Barbra Streisand album, the stereo volume just loud enough for me to hear with the speakers right by my head. My brother and his wife slept in … Continue reading

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Two Thanksgiving Wednesdays

Brookhurst Street wasn’t so busy in the fog as I, a high-school freshman, carried my Bible home from Wednesday evening prayer meeting with my older sister and the church librarian, a young woman with a 10-year-old son and a non-believer … Continue reading

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HIGH SCHOOL REUNIONS: HAPPY 50TH TO THE CLASS OF ’66

Todd and I live in Maryland but at Christmas and briefly in summer visit Fullerton, California, where I grew up. This year I’ve made additional visits alone, owing to illness in my family. Waiting in line at the Amerige Heights … Continue reading

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