Category: Philosophy

  • The Lemmonade Stand

    There is a large photograph of my sister Harriet and one of me shot in the 40s. They were professionally taken, and shot outdoors at 222 Oceanview Avenue in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. We lived on a corner house in a basement apartment on Brighton 2nd Street. In Harriet’s photo she…

  • The Dragon at the Gate

    When I finished the last blog about Joyce, et al, I free associated to my profile on Myspace. At the end of the profile I cited Bertand Russell who said that religion is the dragon at the gate. A woman had surfed Myspace, landing on my site; she left a note which…

  • The Continuing Memoir of Mt. Lemmon: At 17

    At 17 I was in a bookstore in Greenwich Village with my friend, Stan Edelman. It was 1957. In my hands I held a thick volume by a James Joyce (Finnegan’s Wake). I opened the book and I could not understand the first sentence much less the whole paragraph. It was…

  • A Twist of Lemmonade

    I’ve been spending some time with Mt. Lemmon. Her ridges, her slopes, her rugged byways are festering, roasting, burning, as we watch from our condos and upscale stucco and adobe dwellings across the way from Catalina State Park, the preserve that borders Oracle Road which runs down like a larynx…