One summer evening in 1979, while cruising down Suffolk Avenue, in my hometown on Long Island, the muffler of my parents’ green Plymouth Satellite station wagon began to make an awful racket. Undeterred, I sipped from the Miller bottle between my legs, smoked the bowl that had just arrived from the backseat, and dialed up Shattered by the Rolling Stones on WBAB.
Category Archive: Monthly Musings
You walk down the middle of your tree-lined street peering at oversized doorbells in the shape of familiar […]
Three weeks ago, my son Nate, said he was “sick of hearing about the coronavirus.” “It’s alright Nate, […]
I remember a warm summer night in my long ago neighborhood on Long Island. My younger brother and […]
NOVEMBER MUSING – Respect. A few months ago my eleven year old son asked me if I knew […]
OCTOBER MUSING – Luck (Fortune). Yesterday I wore my favorite blue suede shoes (yes, I have more than […]
SEPTEMBER MUSING – Three Tips to Create a More Together Block. I’m the first to admit, I’ve bragged […]
AUGUST MUSING – Uber vs Lyft Throw Down. Recently, while pretending to be a young, fit 30 year […]
JUNE MUSING – My Block. I love my block. The first person I ran across this morning was […]
