When I was young I could not understand why my mom called so many women by their maiden names. Now I’m old and I get it. So, forgive me when I call Loretta Reddington Loretta Reddington. She probably hasn’t been… Continue Reading
A host of things make me think of John Watson, my friend and newspaper colleague who died way too soon a few years ago. The Gramercy Restaurant. John and owner and chef Mike Augello were best of friends. March Madness.… Continue Reading
“Slow down,” I heard a female voice say, “you’re going to get brain freeze.” I was getting out of my car at the post office and could not help but smile at the well intentioned warning. You could hear the… Continue Reading
You never fully realize how hard the English language is until you work with a student for whom English is a second language. This particular student is an excellent story teller. She’s “a compulsive observer of the human condition,” as… Continue Reading
I miss my grandmother most on Good Friday. Ironically, it was a day I did not particularly enjoy spending with her. This was my mother’s mother. We called her Nanny. My mom and her siblings always referred to my Nanny… Continue Reading
I often say my food weakness is bread. God, how I love good bread. But if pressed, I might have to reconsider. My true weakness might be cheese. Jason Sabatelle had a sample of his store’s own provolone on the… Continue Reading
The Masters. I love the Masters. I enjoy it far more than any Super Bowl and, I dare say, even more than the World Series. And this from a guy who’s never touched a golf club. Most of my adult… Continue Reading
Baseball’s back. All’s right with the world. “You gotta be a man to play major league baseball,” Roy Campanella is quoted as saying, “but you gotta have a lot of little boy in you too.” That little boy part applies… Continue Reading