I seldom saw my parents feuding, but there was one thorny issue they couldn’t agree on. When my mother retired after years of teaching she wanted my father to retire as well so like many of their retired friends they could travel freely. They had traveled a bit over the years – across country, to Mexico and Canada, to much of Europe, and to Israel – but not to Africa or Asia or Australia, and my mother wanted to see all those places. She wasn’t hoping for a...
For several summers in our married-without-children years we rented a beach house 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) We rented that wonderful beach house by ourselves for another summer or two, and after our son Noah was born, and before we moved on to summer houses in other climes, we continued to rent it for a few more...
For years I worked on my tennis game, and even went to adult tennis camp 3 or 4 times, but I seemed to have plateaued somewhere between advanced beginner and intermediate. I blame my parents of course for my lack of prowess as they apparently valued piano over tennis lessons for their kids. (And by the way after all that money spent, and those fights with my mother over practicing, all I can play now are a few opening bars of Fur Elise.) (See Tennis) Then in my 40s I...
I’ve always been a night owl, but once I’m ready for bed I don’t remember having trouble falling asleep – until recently. Blame it on aging, or Covid concerns, or worrying about the fate of our planet, but lately there are nights I toss and turn until the wee hours. So what to do? Well, there’s always a book or an unfinished crossword puzzle on the night table, or something to order from LL Bean, and of course always a few games of Words With Friends waiting to...
When I was an undergraduate at NYU Heights I was a commuter student, but stayed on campus after classes as much as I could to enjoy the extracurricular college life. (See Ghostwriting in the Family and College Theatre) Steve, the editor of the school paper, was a friend and I’d often stop in his office to watch in awe as his staff turned out the paper every day. It may not have rivaled the Columbia Spectator or the Harvard Crimson, but the Heights Daily News was a...
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