Category Archives: autobiographical memory

EVA KAPITAN, NOVELIST, PUBLISHER, JOYOUS LAUGHER, DIED APRIL 4, 2018

Author of the novels Lovers, Grapes and Crimes and Murder at the Wine Cask Inn, also proprietor of A Few Good Books Publishing, Eva selected quotations to appear on A Few Good Books Publishing web page that tell more about her than I could … Continue reading

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“When you get born your father and mother lost something out of themselves.”

In writing a 2/20/18 column for Late Last Night Books online magazine, I included the quote, above and below, from Robert Penn Warren’s All the King’s Men. In his momentary thinking, a young man is trying to free himself from what he … Continue reading

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BREAKFAST AT IGUAZU FALLS: WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO BE TIRED

I entered the dining room of the lodge on the Brazilian side of the falls, Hotel Das Cataratas, where we were staying, and found a long table set with a breakfast buffet and my laughing sister sitting alone at a … Continue reading

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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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