June 2010
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I would have been six or seven years old, so it was 1945 or 1946. I was visiting the apartment at 334 Eastern Parkway where my grandmother lived with Aunt Mollie. Mollie and my father were engaged in an earnest conversation of which I understood not a whit. I suspect that they were speaking the language of the…
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It had been a while since I last flew Frontier –the airline with the cute furry anthropomorphic talking mammals on their tails. There have been some changes — all of them for the worse. There's now an extra charge for each piece of luggage. Those free meals are a thing of the remote past. So…