The list of “Where-Were-You?” moments, from my lifetime anyway, is mostly filled with tragedies. Sure, I watched the “One Small Step”, the end of apartheid and the elation as Berliners beat down the Wall, but as monumental as those events seemed at the time, the moments themselves, as history unfolded,…
First, let me credit “The End of an Error” phrase to an anonymous source whose brilliance I observed on a bumper sticker in Saratoga Springs last Summer. I admit, for no other reason than pure entertainment value, (and the fact that I have become addicted to yelling at the television),…
Allow me to apologize to any of you who detected an enigmatic sunniness in my last blog. Though it goes against type for me to don rose-colored glasses, (mine were blue-tinted for love fests and freedom marches), I do see potential for a positive, Phoenix-esque rise from the ashes of…
It usually takes me a week or two after my year-end poem before every thought in my head isn’t automatically rearranged into a couplet of some sort. I will attempt to write this without a single apparent rhyme. Turning the page on a new year has historically been cause for…