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Two Thanksgiving Wednesdays

Posted on November 12, 2016 by

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

Posted on October 13, 2016 by

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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My Poseidon Adventure

Posted on June 15, 2016 by

A few months before our September 1972 wedding, I and my living-together fiancée (my ex-wife of a few decades now, a soul mate to whom I’m sure I’d still be married if I were straight) smoked a joint and went … Continue reading →

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The Taxi That Hurried and the One That Didn’t

Posted on March 18, 2016 by

I like the yellow cabs in New York, the black cabs in London, and the different-colored cabs in Washington. More than riding in taxis, I like watching them and watching people climb in and out. A young London woman dressed … Continue reading →

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Novel Endings

Posted on October 20, 2015 by

I invite you to read my post “Novel Endings” on the blogzine Late Last Night Books.

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Blow-Up: the Story, the Film, and the View Out My Window

Posted on April 30, 2015 by

Looking down on Plaza Sobral from our 9th floor bedroom window, I thought of Cortazar’s story “Blow-Up,” in which a photographer thinks he’s seeing a woman seducing a boy but, enlarging photos of the scene, realizes a man was waiting … Continue reading →

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Buenos Aires apartments: sculpted post at the entrance of one recent building

Posted on April 9, 2015 by
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