I don’t recall how I originally came to know George, only that he was a strong presence in my life for years and that with his death there was a space …
Tragedy and Abandon in Fourth and Gill (Part Two)
Memorial Day. I rise at 10 a.m. and wander down to the Birdhouse, where a very pretty girl of about 21 is making coffee. A young man lies barefoot on …
Karma Ride: An Appreciation for a New Home (Part One)
It was something of a miracle when I landed a one-bedroom in Fourth and Gill for only $450 a month. Due to painting murals on the wall of my apartment …
A Night With Arthur Rubinstein
When I lived in New York in the early ’70s, no one in my circle ever knew each other’s names. Nor did we call before visiting one another. We just …
Diary of a Compulsive Shopper
I am a person of many addictions. Some are relatively harmless, like rearranging my apartment on a daily basis. Some are potentially deadly, such as smoking cigarettes. And some seem innocent, …