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Her name was Melinda. Last name unknown. But we talked, laughed, played charades and provided outrageous answers to the pantomimes of others. I found out many things about her in the few hours we spent together but alas a phone number was not among them. Someone...
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There was something about driving the Tri-State at night in the winter, that kicked up the adrenalin. I had topped off my wiper solution fully cognizant of the coming street crud that would try to coat my windshield in the wake of lumbering 18 wheelers. I danced...
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Mom shouted down the hall, “Barry, will you run to Dunkin Donut and get me a coffee?” “Ok. You want a hot dog from Arman’s?” “Not today” The overly wholesome food and all you can-drink-milk from the Purdue meal plan left me...
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50 years ago, I got in my Brother’s car as we embarked on what we were still allowed to call “Christmas” break. (The semester did not end in those days, we had to return to classes and finals in January.) There was a warmth in my parents house that...
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Yesterday my lunch time search for tubular wisdom landed me on 1954’s Executive Suite. At the end of the movie William Holden’s character makes a speech about pride and purpose as he battles Fredric March’s character who feels the purpose of a...
