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Addenda and Apology

Although I don’t get many comments posted in this blog, I do receive some feedback. Here are additional words about two subjects. Regarding horses and girls (Riding – September 21), my friend Geri avers that, for her, the power of … Continue reading →

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Cinderella

   When I was nearly 9 we moved into our new Cinderella Home in Chula Vista. I had no idea then or now why that name was chosen, unless it was the slightly gingerbread trim on the ranch houses or the … Continue reading →

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California

     When I was 8¾, we moved from New York to California. The New York airport was then called Idlewild. I’d been to California once before, three years earlier. Me, Steve, Mom and Dad flew out to visit Dad’s family. … Continue reading →

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Air

When I was 5½, I had my first airplane ride. The carrier was TWA or Pan Am, and we crossed the continent. We lived in Glen Cove, NY at the time. That’s on Long Island. My mother’s family was still … Continue reading →

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Riding

When I was around 11, my parents signed me up for horseback riding lessons. I don’t know whose idea it was, but I was eager for them. My brother Steve was enrolled too, with or shortly after me, but he … Continue reading →

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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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