My late brother and I had one thing in common growing up: we wanted to skate.
Day after winter day we’d go down to a cleared patch on the nearby pond (we had cleared it) and lace our skates to … Read the rest
At Play in the Waters of Childhood
He is 7 years old and playing on the beach of my childhood.
I no longer swim in the surf, unsure of myself in ways inconceivable fifty years ago, but the sight of my grand nephew at play in these … Read the rest
Time It Was
I put my small Sony black and white 13 inch TV in my blue mustang and drove to work over the Oakland Bay Bridge on a brilliant sunny day with my donuts, coffee and cigarettes. I didn’t inhale. No kidding. … Read the rest