The Motor Route

It was one of my summer hustle jobs. Through all the problems I went through as a young man, especially in college, no one ever had to tell me to hustle for a living. I got the work ethic from…

It was one of my summer hustle jobs. Through all the problems I went through as a young man, especially in college, no one ever had to tell me to hustle for a living. I got the work ethic from…

A story about how things matter. Photographs can help you remember things, but objects make you feel things. The connection is not obvious as in a photo. You have to work a little bit to remember the significance and conjure…

In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea. 10 year old me, already on the verge of being unmanageable, sent to board with a woman and her two young daughters. But my mother, needing some place to park me 24*7*365…

Oh, we were pissed. Never mind that we were going to see a show in what is arguably the best and most iconic outdoor performance space in the country. This was the annual mid-summer concert outing for Camp Da-Ro. I…

“If you screw up a dish bad enough, just serve it anyway and call it ‘Chicago Style’.” – Anonymous “Why are you so angry?” My much younger co-worker, whom I generally admire asked me. We were in a chat group…

There’s a lot of talk on Mother’s Day about all the things our mothers did for us. But what you don’t hear a lot about is what our Mother’s didn’t do. Something you may know, some of them you may…

My favorite New Years Eve was at the home of friends of the family; the Conelleys. I think they were closer to my Aunt Leonia than my mother, but they knew all my aunts and uncles. They were all part of this…

No, this isn’t about some twelve year old’s fever dream of pretty older girls high kicking and dancing on stage. Sure, it could be, but it is not. I didn’t think of them that way. Sure they were pretty, but…

There were a lot of Chevys in my life. Belair, Nova, Caprice, Chevette, and even, god help me, a Cavalier. Oh yes, and there were a couple of Corvettes that may pop up later. The Chevette should be forgiven, because…

I’m remembering railroad tracks skirting the Hudson, a bridge crossing leading down to the river. We stand there in the summer dusk, watching the sleek streamliners pass under. Shades of gray and blue and white lightning stripes. They slip past…