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I make mistakes. I say stupid things. I do idiotic things. And, quite frankly, I’m proud of them… mostly. Why not make mistakes? The worst that can happen is you become memorable. And while apologies don’t feed the admiral’s dog, I apologize when I’m wrong… mostly… and so did my brother…

I remember the one and only time my big brother ever apologized to me. And that was 45 years ago. I had taken a wrong turn out of Washington, D.C. early on a Monday morning. And thereby I was nearly … Continue reading

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At a cocktail party one should drink wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely… Suddenly this gabby, fluffy woman started shrieking and assaulting me. She screeched that I said: ‘Take your clothes off, I listen better…’ Hmm… Could be. Sounds like me.

The way Cherie was vigorously shaking the chrome cocktail container mixing potent icy cosmopolitans you might have thought she made her living as a cabana server instead of a news anchor on local TV. But that was the drink de … Continue reading

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Everybody in America seems to be angry about something. As for me, I would fail an anger management course – proudly. And I rightly figure that people are being unjust about anger… I think it can be enlivening and a lot of fun. Just get out on the highway…

Shapely Sharon, who came from a Tennessee family too rich and laughed like a pirate, was driving us, a while back, on Philadelphia’s Schuylkill (notoriously pronounced locally as Sure-kill) Expressway… And she was ambling along rather sanely for a change. … Continue reading

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Old age ain’t for sissies… You don’t stop laughing because you get old; you get old because you stop laughing. And then there is my wrinkled mother who has been wondering: ‘What am I doing here?’ And I told her: That’s the very same question most of us ask in the morning bathroom mirror…

Her question didn’t seem so odd or out of context to me. But it set the other folks surrounding Mom’s hospital bed to second-guessing. You know, stealing side-glances at each other with that suspicious brusque insight. That perhaps my ailing … Continue reading

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An old friend is the best mirror. And old friends know I am not sorry for who I am… or about most anything. In fact, the most I can do is wholeheartedly apologize for not being sorry at all. Therefore, as Dan put it: If you’re going to do something tonight that you’ll be sorry for tomorrow morning, sleep late…

Ever since Dan and I first met in West Africa we quickly became old friends. And you know, it takes a long time to grow an old friend. In the case of Dan Goldberg, who four decades back founded ‘For … 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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