San Francisco, March 1976 On the morning after I moved into my apartment on Ashbury, wet snow dropped over parts of San Francisco, mostly on Portrero Hill, the boyhood neighborhood of O. […]
Is It Always a Love Story? Chapter One On the day I came home from the war — a phrase still tossed around like iceberg lettuce in the cultural salad, in […]
November 22, 1963 I generally enjoyed Miss Izak’s class, brightened as it was by her effervescence, even though I was failing, just as I’d previously failed Latin. Gene, a born smart […]
Holy Shit Christmas Eve, snow finally fell from an infinitely gray overcast, hovering since dawn and hanging motionless into the afternoon. Still coming down hard after dark, it resolved the village […]
What is you died right now…? Meditators believe they’ve had out of body experiences, insights into the spiritual side. But are their insights complete? Do they tell us about life after death…? […]
In Binghamton, March 1966 Here is what finally became of Ginny or, I should say, the parallel paths we once shared, then separated.