Category Archives: nostalgia

“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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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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Union Pacific Station, Cheyenne, Wyoming: “Lady, if all your things were on that train, you should’ve been on it, too.”

You don’t have to do much reading between the lines to see what was going on. In the late ’40s my Aunt Lacy and “a gal” she met were having highballs in the club car with some soldiers on the … Continue reading

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RENO, NEVADA: A WESTERN UNION TELEGRAM SLIPPED UNDER A BOARDING HOUSE DOOR ON AN EASTER SUNDAY

It wasn’t funny really, yet nearly forty years later I smiled, almost laughed, as I thought of it while walking on the treadmill. What makes slapstick tickle my ribs, even real-life slapstick? Aunt Lacy and I were in Cincinnati on … Continue reading

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Little boys boxing? The Way We Were

Life magazine cover, May 16, 1949 As part of my birthday tradition, each March I leaf through a bound library volume of April to June 1949 Life magazines that I found at a used bookstore.  I was a year old when … Continue reading

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Surfing anyone?

I doubt surfing was as big commercially when I was a kid as it is now, but socially it was huge in Southern California as I was growing up. Sun-bleached blond bangs meant you were a surfer, which was bigger than … Continue reading

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