Man, that was some dream. I’m walking down the street with my Uncle Fred. As we passed by a newspaper stand, I could see the year was 1921. A newspaper headline read Yankees Win World Series! I could tell it was night in the city, but there was so much life. Hustle and bustle everywhere. […]
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Listen Young Fella
My great uncle Oliver was killed August 15, 1942, eight days shy of his 41st birthday. He was a merchant seaman during WW2 when his ship was torpedoed by a German U-Boat in the North Atlantic. His body was never recovered. He left behind a wife and twelve-year-old son. I have always felt his presence, […]
In Other Words
My mom, I love her to the moon and back. But who doesn’t love their mom, right? She’s 88 years young, still sharp as a tack, and never let’s an opportunity to lecture pass her by. Small in stature, but erect in presence, her feisty Jamaican side can bite you in the ass if you […]
The Move
I was 7 years old at the time, you know the age where you’re going along for the ride and trusting that dad and mom have everything under control. All I know is that we were leaving New York City and moving to, I don’t know, somewhere else. I was told Stamford, Connecticut. I’m like, […]
A Fourth of July Story
Winston Churchill called it the “worst journey in the world”. He was referring to the World War II Artic route ships would follow to provide necessary war supplies to the Soviet Union. It was commonly referred to as the Murmansk Run. From 1941 to 1945 there were approximately 40 such runs that followed the 1,500-mile […]
In Search of James 