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The most distressing thing that can happen to a prophet is to be proved wrong. The next most distressing thing is to be proved right. Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us and seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted…

I think I may have been a tad wrong a few years back when I wrote a feisty gut-check newspaper column about what we ought to do with surly, pugnacious disruptive public school students. Just a tad. And perhaps now … Continue reading

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When the man tried to insult us with racist remarks I told the 12-year-old with me to never get into a fight with an ugly man because he’s got nothing to lose. And he’s so ugly that when he was born the doctor smacked his mother…Hmm. God saves us – except from fools.

After viewing the marvelous “Pompeii” exhibit at Philadelphia’s wonderful Franklin Institute Sunday afternoon I was strolling with my Haitian libation and her two kids up the street for a much anticipated special dinner. At one point a young black couple … Continue reading

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Half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class. And when a man with high fever lacks mental balance these docs say he is delirious. Yet when he lacks mental balance without the fever, he is pronounced insane by those ‘smart’ doctors… Indeed, something’s making us crazy…

Maybe I wasn’t asking the right question. I mean, I called the drug store in deep throaty despair and asked the pharmacist to prepare some antibiotics for me. I was dying. Okay, so we’re all dying. But my death was … Continue reading

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Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong? Hmm…certainly, the murder of civilians for political statement did not begin with 911… I have killed – in self defense. The first time my greatest fear was not of being killed, but having to kill someone else. Then I got used to it…

A policeman-friend, who has seen way too many butchered corpses, exhaled a puff of cigar smoke through a mischievous smile as he plaintively lamented that killings in Philadelphia were down this year.  “I hope they pick up,” said the Crime … Continue reading

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I don’t mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that’s how it comes out. However, I am always being sincere, even if I don’t mean it. And now it’s Autumn: So let’s be colorful, shed our clothes and run naked thru Iran, Syria, Iraq, Kenya and the rest of that world where duh barbarians are killing women and children for idiotic dogma…

It took me no more than 5 seconds to utter my truculent, exasperated words to kindly Big Bruce at the gym early yesterday morning. And then immediately rue them for the rest of the day’s remaining 86,395 seconds. Bruce’s colorful … Continue reading

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Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you’re in the wrong house…Hmm…Maybe it also means if you don’t change direction you may end up where you are heading…

I have decided – perhaps astutely, for a rare moment — not to become a matador. Hmm… This red-cape-dropping revelation is not only because — like journalists and lawyers — there are just too many toreros for too few swordy-coup-de-gras … Continue reading

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In a world of racism, sexism, anti-Semitism and all hateful things, what inevitably seems to conquer all is…horniness. It ain’t happening in church. The most segregated time in America is the weekly hour of worship – to the very same Lord who made us all, great and small…

The first time I ‘slept’ (Slept? Who had time to sleep?!) with this woman in West Africa’s Ivory Coast  she turned to me and wondered in those scrumptious, breathy, French half-tones: “Am I your first black woman?” I smiled devilishly … Continue reading

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