I’m thinking of a year, probably 1968. My internal calendar is basing this on what I remember as a certain interplay between the emerging counter-culture and the dustier mid-twentieth century types; echoes of Franklin and Eleanor were still noticeable in the bearing of the older folks.… Read full post »

     It says something that I'm posting my homage to summer in mid October. There's a geographical explanation; after spending the first 32 years of my life on the eastern seaboard, I came to depend on the change of seasons to calibrate my internal calendar. Then came my mo… Read full post »

For my first Open Salon post, I'm battling the jitters by ceding the first few lines to other voices:  
"You played a tomato for 30 seconds and they went a half a day over schedule because you wouldn't sit down."
   "Yes - it was illogical."
   "You're a tom… Read full post »