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Unforgettable

This old newspaper ad proves to me that I can find virtually anything I want on the internet these days. A cherished memory for me is this jazz concert in Central Park that my parents took me to when I was 14, my first such event. It was at night, “Under the Stars,” and was hosted, imagine!, by Jean Shepherd, … Read More

5 Keys to Maintaining Your Personal Authenticity *** As the rather recent saying goes: “Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.” Authenticity is the practice of being truly yourself. Isn’t it odd that this should be so hard to do? After all, you are yourself, no? Yet the word “authenticity” seems to point to a certain way of being yourself, a … Read More

How I Came to Write Jersey Yogi

My then wife, Janine, saw that I had a story in me that needed to come out. I’d been writing other stuff – mostly philosophical essays and things I call Short Pieces, but she noticed that I was still in great awe of the changes I had experienced when I first encountered Rolfing, and Muktananda. At a party, or any … Read More

Knuckles

My late friend Bruce Salzman was the one who taught me how to crack my knuckles. It was in Mr. Sommer’s 7th grade algebra class. At first it hurt a little bit, but that didn’t last long, and soon it started feeling good. It was also fun. I never developed it into a habit, but have been doing it once … Read More

Cheesequake Park

Jogging became fun for me when I stopped timing my runs.  Without the pressure of needing to “set a personal record,” or even run a decent time, I could just enjoy myself, and relish the beauty of Cheesequake State Park, a lovely park in central New Jersey from which we lived about a mile away, and where I jogged approximately … Read More

Anchors

“It’s been a long time between truffles!” That’s what my late wife Anne would say at the beginning of our first meal in France on each vacation there.  We’d go every year or two, and would invariably order an appetizer of foie gras to begin.  In the center of the paté would be a small black nugget of truffle. With … Read More

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All around me, nothing but sweetness.    

No Time (a poem)

No time between flash and boom Tell me again how being in a house protects you from lightning? It took about a minute to realize I was dead  

Mark Twain extols India

“Land of religions, cradle of the human race, birthplace of human speech, grandmother of legend, great grandmother of tradition. The land that all men desire to see and having seen once even by a glimpse, would not give that glimpse for the shows of the rest of the globe combined.”