It was a fall afternoon when Ron and his friend appeared with the acid and what the hell, we had nothing better to do.
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Suprise Me
It’s All One
Prompted By Drugs and Alcohol
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It was a fall afternoon when Ron and his friend appeared with the acid and what the hell, we had nothing better to do.
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Adventures in Libraryland
Prompted By Libraries
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The first step for new hires in the group was mastery of a seventy-page manual about alphabetization Seriously.
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Rye Playland
Prompted By Amusement Park Memories
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Rye Playland Growing up in the Bronx our nearest amusement park was Rye Playland on Long Island Sound north of the city in Westchester County. As a kid I was often taken there by my parents, but my memories of those childhood trips are vague. As a teenager however, I remember Rye as a favorite…
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The Little MG That Couldn’t
Prompted By Car Trouble
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Sally gallantly offered that I could take the MG, but I wouldn’t consider it—far too untrustworthy to risk taking over the bridge.
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My First Retirement Didn’t Work Out Too well
Prompted By Retirement
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Skinny Dipping
Prompted By Beaches
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Skinny Dipping For several summers in our early, married-without-children years we rented a beach house in the Hamptons with our good friends J and K. After a few years our friends – serious fishermen by then – opted for the mountains instead and bought a house near a trout stream. (See Catskill Weekend) And…
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I’m Five
Prompted By Special Birthdays
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Why? 'Cause I got to cross our street, and any other street, by myself.
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We have met the Enemy–Retroflash
Prompted By 9/11 Twenty Years Later
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It is not foreign terrorists who invaded the US Capitol, corrupted democracy, attacked the press, blocked voting, tried to install an unelected autocrat, attacked public health, imposed punishments with religious zealotry against women, or damaged the rule of law.
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Those Were the Days, My Friend
Prompted By Grandparents & Grandchildren
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Readers of Retrospect may recall my maternal grandparents from two other stories, No Way To Say Goodbye, about my grandfather’s death, and Which Side Are You On?, in which I discussed their flight from the Cossacks and their search for the American Dream. They were a significant part of my childhood, living with my parents, my sisters, and me in our…
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A Christmas Letter from an Old Friend
Prompted By Snail Mail
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It’s several pages of blue ink on real stationery that’s crammed full of things I want to know: the health of her husband, the latest project she is working on, what her three sons are doing, and cute anecdotes about her grandkids.
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