Monthly Archives: March 2011

I passed two angry cab drivers with my Cherry Hill, New Jersey passengers on their way to Hudson Terrace, and together we witnessed two cab drivers exchanging obscene gestures, and threatening one another with foul language.  The man in my … Continue reading →

I sometimes surprise myself when I am quick to write in this blog that a couple in my cab should marry, but I am also quick to blog that a couple should unmarry.  After five years of marriage with my … Continue reading →

My high school friend, Mike Maroon, used the phrase, “hunters and gatherers” to describe New York men, and I think the nuance of his meaning captures how I use it today.  In a hunter-and-gatherer civilization no member has time for … Continue reading →

I said to my 1996 born son, “Aunt Ann got press for her art show, if I got it to you would you like to read it?”, “no” was the reply.  He said no on the end of my question … Continue reading →

The mom of the nice family from Nashville, Tennessee said where they lived was a nice place to raise children.  I said, “so is Manhattan”, and we shared a laugh at the expense of Manhattan, but the truth is being … Continue reading →

This week seemed like a tangled web of emotion. Nelson’s father’s death triggered feelings similar to what I have felt to each death after the recovery from the death of my late son, David. Added to my own reconciliation with … Continue reading →

If my nephews, Dan and Brogan would have gotten their names from each of the two grandfathers’ middle names, they would be Dudley and Cornelius.  Second Avenue subway construction in Manhattan’s Upper East Side is a mess.  Living near the … Continue reading →

646 730 7108 is the phone of Adam Strum, and it can be used for me until I get a new phone.  Adam’s phone also takes text.

Death of a loved one is like genocide on a smaller scale.  When my late son, David, died I remember feelings of desperation as if I were being erased.  David was a large part of my legacy, and with his … Continue reading →

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel <<< In my activity following the death of Nelson’s father, I found my sister in the news: December 22 – 28, 1010, Snowmass Sun, Ann Doody’s art show was featured … Continue reading →