On Turning 70
A Perfect Moment in My Time
On July 18th I turn 70.
For the first time, my question on this “special birthday” is not about where I will be at the end of this coming decade, it is about IF I will be.
I miss you. Today I listened to Whitney Houston and I know I only love her so much, because you loved her. You played her music for me as a kid, and anything, you loved, I loved. I knew that your time here on earth was going to be short, so I cherished every moment with you. I told you I loved you every…
It always seems to begin with a phone call in the middle of the night. Possibly within the scheme of things, the divine…
It is 1968. My dad and his closest group of friends sit in a Jack’s Restaurant booth on a summer evening. They eat, smoke and talk with one another well into the early hours of the next morning. No one rushes them out the door or makes them feel uncomfortable for loitering. They…
I first saw the unlucky number #169 taunting me in the newspaper on July 2, 1970, under the heading, “Results of Draft Lottery for Those Born in 1951.” It was right beside my birthday, June 7. Of course 169 was unlucky, after all it is 13 squared. Worse though, it was low enough to not exclude…