Browsing All posts tagged under »memories«

When Men Were Boys

June 2, 2014

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I can remember exact moments. It’s early afternoon on a Saturday, and we’re getting into our pale blue Chevrolet, a two-door Impala coupe. I turn sideways to squeeze into the back seat, then step onto the hump in the middle of the floor and drop next to the window on the far side. My father […]

The Play’s the Thing

March 24, 2014

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If I sit perfectly still and squint a little, I can venture back in time, through the dusty drapes of my memory to the early days of childhood. As the years contract and slide behind me, I feel myself shrinking, my arms and legs growing thinner, my mind releasing its vast collection of clutter. After […]

How the Old Days Got Their Name (Part 3)

March 28, 2013

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Mother was the boss. Everyone else lined up, facing her, about thirty feet away. The objective was to work your way toward Mother through a series of steps, which she directed you to perform. But here’s the thing. After receiving your instructions, you were then required to ask Mother’s permission to go ahead, and she […]

My Brain in a Jar (Part 1)

December 22, 2012

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Recently, fellow blogger Karen asked if I would consider leaving my brain to science. I was flattered by the question, until I realized that such a donation would have adverse effects on my health, and suddenly the idea didn’t seem quite so appealing. Also, science doesn’t spend much time on things it already comprehends, preferring […]

Straps, Snowballs, and Selective Memory

January 4, 2011

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My father wore a belt. I assume its purpose was to hold up his pants, but the belt had a much larger significance in my little mind, because it represented potential punishment. Both of my parents referred to this belt as The Strap, and in a strange way it seemed to be a permanent part […]

My Favorite Teacher

September 3, 2010

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The block where we lived was mostly three-story brick buildings and concrete driveways. Right in front of our house was an opening in the sidewalk, a square measuring about two feet by two feet that must have once been home to a tree. I would play in the dirt that filled that square, sometimes for […]

“Zabaglione”

June 15, 2010

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This is a long essay, more than two thousand words, about an experience I had in Sicily. I created it as a page, rather than a post, because of its length. I hope you’ll read it when you have some time.

Sicily: The People

June 11, 2010

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In 2003, on our first trip to Sicily, we spent three nights in an apartment in Palermo, then rented a two-door Alfa Romeo and went exploring. Somewhere between Siracusa on the southeast coast and Piazza Armerina in the mountains, we came around a bend in the road and had to stop as a herd of […]

Can We Afford to Travel?

May 20, 2010

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Amiable Amiable’s post about having the financial resources to someday take that trip has inspired still another thought in my brain. (I believe this is my third thought this year, and it’s still only May!) My wife and I don’t really have the money to travel. If one of those financial advisers from television ever […]