www.UsToo2020.org

www.UsToo2020.org
I’ve invested 99-cents buying this web site, www.UsToo2020.com (plus another $12 for the dot.org and dot.us. suffixes as well).  I think they can be worth about 60,000,000 votes for the Democratic candidate in 2020. Every political analyst talks endlessly about the Democratic party’s desperate need to connect with the vast number of “average Joe’s and... Read more »

Excerpts from my memoir. The times have changed, and so have I

Excerpts from my memoir.  The times have changed, and so have I
In this week’s email there was a reminder to attend the 65th reunion of the University of Pennsylvania Class of 1954. I am not going. I do have some wonderful memories of my undergraduate days. Primarily about moments spent with friends, the shared experiences that take place in the short-lived bubble of time when 18-year-old... Read more »

Joe Biden believes he is telling the truth. But Joe, you’re not there yet

Joe Biden believes he is telling the truth.  But Joe, you’re not there yet
Last week I wrote that men were overdue in recognizing that the Me Tarzan, you Jane attitudes we grew up with, were dramatically changing. Talk about a timely post! This week the news is all about Joe Biden rubbing noses with a Congressional aide, kissing a senator’s wife on the lips, and answering accusations from... Read more »
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Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine

Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine
Back in the days when Neanderthals like me roamed the earth, I bought my first house thanks to the GI Bill and $3,000-down squeezed from the piggy bank. Although I had been married for several years the idea of putting my wife’s name on the deed as Joint Owner (how audacious!), never entered my mind.... Read more »

When old dogs learn new tricks

When old dogs learn new tricks
We’ve become accustomed to the ‘kind of amusing but not really funny’ jokes about being old: my back goes out more than I do… I took up jogging so I could hear heavy breathing again… I’m so old I remember when emojis were called hieroglyphics. Bada boom. Thankfully, notions of aging as defined by some... Read more »

When the student is ready, the teacher will come

When the student is ready, the teacher will come
It’s my father’s birthday today. He is 119 years old. I write in the present tense because he is still very much alive; on my mind often and in my heart always. How I would love to talk to him today. There is so much that I left unsaid; so much I want to say... Read more »
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A morning of evil and moral decline followed by an afternoon of inspiration and glorious beauty

A morning of evil and moral decline  followed by an afternoon of inspiration and glorious beauty
By the time I finished reading the Sunday NY Times I had a knot in my stomach and a spitball of anger waiting to launch. The volume of villainous, merciless cruelty being unleashed throughout the world overflowed the front pages and confronted readers with unimaginable suffering and spilled blood in every corner of the battered... Read more »

Finally, I’ve seen the light. Now the struggle is to be the light

Finally, I’ve seen the light.  Now the struggle is to be the light
My path to a semblance of enlightenment was like a one-liner, ‘I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger, and then it hit me.’ For years I would wake up in the morning and ask, “Why am I here?” The moans and groans that were part of the hypothetical question were background music for a... Read more »

My friend is gone, and the depth of the loss is deeper than I foresaw

My friend is gone, and the depth of the loss is deeper than I foresaw
I didn’t know him inside and out, but I regarded him as a genuine friend. Now he’s gone. And I realize what he meant to me. And how much I will miss him. We didn’t go to ball games together or play poker on Thursday nights, but we talked, we exchanged feelings, we sensed our... Read more »
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Make America Mexico again

Make America Mexico again
I’m in the Autobus on the way from Ixtapa to Zihuatanejo. The fare has gone up to 12 pesos (60-cents), quite a hike since my first jitney-bus ride four decades ago when the fare was 5 pesos, accepted with a hearty gracias amigo. The van itself looks the same, dented and in need of a... Read more »