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America is a country where ‘In G-d we trust’… All others must pay cash. There are many Catholics, Protestants and Jews in our enormous jail gulags for murder, yet we don’t fear their religion, like we do Muslims. And I have found in my global sojourns that most people just want to live in peace under blue skies and white clouds… surrounded by family.

The poetic irony in the argument across the street got us all laughing. We were blowing cigar smoke at The Twin Smoke Shoppe in the once mostly Italian immigrant neighborhood of South Philadelphia. And suddenly a couple of fellows – … Continue reading

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You can’t do anything about the wind, but you can adjust your sails. Fear is the static that prevents me from hearing myself. Composure is swallowing my panic 5 minutes longer than everybody else. And then there was an explosion in the subway… and everybody went into panic mode.

So there I was last Sunday. Waiting, eternally as usual, for my streetcar transfer in the subway underground. Beneath Philadelphia’s City Hall. Trying to go to church to pray. Because when your week has been the hell your demons set … Continue reading

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What we usually consider as impossible are simply engineering problems — there’s no law of physics preventing them. After all, ‘we’ are an impossibility in an impossible universe. And to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd… And there, gloriously stood the Freedom Tower…

It wasn’t jealously. But something was displeasing Rita… No doubt, partly, because I had suddenly – almost rudely — ceased being solicitous on a Sunday afternoon she had been absorbing my attention. At least for the two-hours from the moment … Continue reading

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Anyone who has been married with kids knows that we all torture one another. It comes naturally. Hell, just drive down the highway without your finger talking.

When I was growing up, there were two things that were unpopular in my house: One was me. The other was my trumpet. And, by golly, I may not have been any Harry James, or Satchmo or even Al Hirt. … Continue reading

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