Last week, as we were driving home from a vacation in Bodega Bay, Patty and I listened to a report on the radio about fast-food workers in New York walking off the job.
Howling from the Heartland
At 9 a.m. Friday, I watched the technician as he pulled wires and disconnected various elements from one another. When he’d finished, he picked up my computer and took it away. He said it had a virus.
We’re often told that our children are our future. If that’s true, then our future could be rather bleak.
It was the first week of June, and I was 12 years old. Over Memorial Day weekend, my family made the trip from our one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, NY, to Laurence Harbor, N.J., on Raritan Bay.
There is a society which exists in a world of perpetual war.
More than a decade ago, I became an announcer for the Madera Old Timers Day Parade.
For thousands of years, the assumption of most people in the world has been that families consisted of men, who provided economic support for the family unit, and women, who were the nurturers of the childre