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The Spaghetti Squash Incident

     When I was around 43, I terrorized my kids with a vegetable. We were living in our North Berkeley creekside cottage. Katie was approaching 16 and Danny was around 9. I think both of them had gone vegetarian by … Continue reading

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Gulliver’s Grades

When I was 21, I examined misanthropy. Really. I compared Shakespeare’s Timon (of Athens) to the Old Man on the hill from Fielding’s Tom Jones to Swift’s Gulliver after his fourth voyage. I had to write a senior thesis to … Continue reading

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Writing on the Wall

   When I was 16, I got permission to write on the walls of my bedroom. The room’s closet and the adjoining bathroom created about four feet of entry hall that begged for decoration. After I made a short argument for … Continue reading

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School Camp

     When I was 11, I went away to Camp Palomar for five days. Our whole sixth grade class went – it was a scheduled part of the curriculum back then (1961). We were bused one spring Monday morning from … Continue reading

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Day Camp

     When I was 8, I went to day camp. I know I was 8 because we were singing “Purple People Eater,” and I just looked that up and learned that it was released in 1958. I don’t remember much … Continue reading

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Precious

     When I was 5 or 6, my parents enrolled me in an acting class. I think it was a summer community program. I know there were two skill levels and diversity within those. The older kids performed “Peter & … Continue reading

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The Marketing Argument, Concluded

     When I was 60 I completed my argument about why marketing is not inherently creative. I’d already reported that we use our left brain hemisphere to make money and our right lobe to make art, but the discussion didn’t … Continue reading

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Counsel

When I was 15 my mother began referring to me as Dear Abby. It was the spring of my sophomore year in high school. Our house in Chula Vista was just half a block from Hilltop High, and maybe that’s … Continue reading

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Activism

     When I was 17 I experienced my first disappointment about activism. I was a senior at Redwood High in Marin County. Rumor then had it that our building was designed by the San Quentin architect (impossible). But the school … Continue reading

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Bob Vision

     When I was around 40, I noticed the misconceptions that specialty can produce. I had acquired some medical clients who were putting together one of the first infertility clinics. The group consisted of two OB/Gyns, two urologists, and some … Continue reading

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