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Eleven Japanese memories two years ago to this day

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Dear Marian

Weird. I was brushing my teeth this morning and the presence of Marian was incredibly palpable. I’m not one to usually get these kinds of “visitations.” Usually it’s my mother or even my sister who have them. But this morning, … Continue reading

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“This Old Man: Life in the nineties” by Roger Angell

Check me out. The top two knuckles of my left hand look as if I’d been worked over by the K.G.B. No, it’s more as if I’d been a catcher for the Hall of Fame pitcher Candy Cummings, the inventor … Continue reading

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“Disappearing”

At the Field Museum, in the Colombian World’s Fair exhibit, a sign speaks of the disappearance of the carrier pigeon. To commemorate its demise, I stare at a stuffed version of itself displayed in 1893. Yesterday I sat in a … Continue reading

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Where were you the day JFK was shot?

Fifty years ago today, E.J. Fritsche came running down the hall of our middle school, just as we were leaving Mr. Stranahan’s history class, shouting that the President had been shot. E.J. was a jokester and of course none of … Continue reading

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Musings on an old wooden spoon

The spoon pictured to the left is at least 40 years old. Older than my son. Older than my relationship with JB. I purchased it when I moved into my first apartment in Chicago. It is the utensil of choice … Continue reading

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Puzzling

We took my mother out to lunch at her favorite Chinese restaurant for her (and her twin’s) 84th birthday. Midmeal, I asked my mother what her earliest memory was. She said it was a reporter from the Toledo News Bee who … Continue reading

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We can’t both be right

My sister’s partner was sitting in our living room the other day and glanced at a large painting of mine on the wall. I had created a small shelf in its center filled with lots of items relating to the … Continue reading

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