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Under Pressure
One summer day when I was six I went food shopping with my mother. My grandmother couldn’t come to watch me that day, so I had to go wherever my mother went. We walked to Nostrand Avenue, where all the stores were situated. First stop, Ebinger’s bakery for a small rye bread, then to the Continue reading
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A Hard, Hard Life
One Spring Day in second grade I was sitting at my desk, wondering where I was going to find the 12 cents I would need for that month’s Superman comic, when the front door opened. Some kid came in – must have been a ‘monitor’ from the office – and handed my teacher, Mrs. Levine, Continue reading
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Fatherhood
I was always a fun dad, but I seemed to get a bit more careless with each successive child. When our youngest, Matthew, was three, I took him to the park to fly model rockets. He was so excited! As I was preparing our first rocket for lift-off, I had to bite off, then spit Continue reading
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Kindergarten
When I was in kindergarten, I was in the morning class. I always looked forward to noon, which was when I got to go home. I felt pretty much the same way about school all the way through college. Our teacher, Mrs. Stevens, would line us up in size order, so I always brought up Continue reading
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The Great Escape
When I was not quite two and a half years old, my Mom informed me that she needed to go to the library. So she dressed me, put me in my carriage, and off we went. (Okay. I know. “How can he possibly remember what happened when he was two?!! That’s ridiculous!” Well, I do. Continue reading
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Baby Girl Redux
In 1989 we took the kids to Disney World. Mike was seven, Dana four. Stayed at a Disney resort. Mike loved it. Dana too…on most days. Dana was an adorable, beautiful little girl with ringlets of curls surrounding her face. But her eyes would turn dark when she felt slighted in any way. Storm clouds Continue reading
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A Different Game
I was a big Mets fan growing up. I always hated hearing from old guys about how great baseball used to be in the ‘good old days.’ How baseball just was not good anymore. Well. One thing I knew back then was that when I grew up (which seemed inconceivable at the time), I would Continue reading
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