January 2010
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Before Grandma died, she specified cremation and asked that her ashes be divided between the graves of her husband Dan and her daughter Phyllis. Now the time has come to fulfill the first half of the assignment. We'll fly to NYC later this month. We'll make a pilgrimage to the Baron Hirsch cemetery on Staten…
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Another day, another solicitation from Cornell, the university that I attended back there in the Bronze Age 1950s. I've got to admire their tenacity — they've been holding out the tin cup for fifty years and I've never dropped in a nickel. Not even a copper. Why so negligent? Well, there are a number of…
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Reading at one of our local Starbucks, I was, as is often the case, lost in my book. But I looked up when a late 20s-early 30s blonde and bearded man sat down at a table across the way. I noticed that he was holding his cup of coffee in an odd way. And then…