Category: Reminiscence

  • I’m Getting Married in the Morning

    It is 8:15 or so, Nevada time (Tuesday). I’m dressed, and Jane is “getting ready.” Cameras are at hand, papers for signing at the chapel are about. We need to pick up her corsage at the florist before we head out to the Chapel on the Corner, a nondescript little…

  • “Me and Orson,” A Homage to the Great Welles

    Anything about Welles I am attracted to, perversely so. His treatment at the clammy hands of the boors and philistines of his time continues to this day. The twin morons of his time, Hedda Hopper and especially Louella Parsons, gossip columnists, went after him —often at the behest of Hearst and…

  • Two Hundredth Blog — More Spit in the Ocean

    That’s the title of this blog; now let’s get on with it. The Hanukah candles are lit by this atheist who respects the immense Jewish contribution to humanity. I can even say the prayers in Hebrew, 56 years after my bar mtzvah. Oh, the power of conditioning and how sweet…

  • Jane Is Away

    While Jane is off to Utah for a meeting of new students gathered for a degree in library science, I sit home here in Nevada trying to arrange my day, trying to fill in the spaces left by her leaving. Once again, I am alone for a while and wondering…