Posts tagged "Royal Oak"

The Ghosts of Christmas...

The Ghosts of Christmas...
Maybe I love Christmas because I hated school as a child, and two weeks without homework or peer pressure was heaven. Maybe I love Christmas because Mom loosened her “no TV” rules to allow us to watch Andy Williams, Perry Como and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir TV Specials. Maybe I love it because my Mom... Read more »

15 years ago, and today.

A beautiful Saturday.  Sunshine. Coffee with friends. A call from Steve. Awkward pauses. What is wrong? Tell me. Your Mother is dead. What? She was dead in her bed when your dad got up to use the washroom.  An ambulance came. They could not revive her. Shall I come and get you? No. A drive... Read more »

The Interestings

The Interestings
I have just finished an amazing book by Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings.  The one sentence synopsis would read “six teenagers meet at a creative arts camp, and their friendship sustains them for the next four decades.” That is grossly inadequate. The kids who huddle in a teepee at 15 declare themselves The Interestings, and set... Read more »
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Pilgrimage to the Motor City

Pilgrimage to the Motor City
I am moments from sliding behind the wheel and heading to what was once my home- the beleaguered Detroit area. My parents were both born and raised within the city.  It was much like the South Side.  People identified with a parish rather than a neighborhood.  They were Gesu. Trees were big, homes were Tudoresque... Read more »

Notes from the empty nest...

Notes from the empty nest...
Mother’s Day. Mine is gone, and I miss her.  She had 6 kids in 9 years, raised them in 1800 square feet. Fed us enough starch that we were never hungry, even when there was only a shred of meat. Made a dessert every day while we were at school. She had us trained like... Read more »

I Pop, therefore I Am

OK- so here is my popcorn routine. I am a yellow corn person.  It is fluffier, therefore holds more butter.  I am an Orville Redenbacher fan, though I am preparing to have a Pop Off with Pop Secret.  Popcorn may well all come from the same hybrid seeds these Monsanto days.  I remember when a... Read more »
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My Popcorn Story

My Popcorn Story
Thirty five years ago, I was teaching at Bloomfield Hills Middle School.  The kids were nice. They were also rich, largely from  families of GM or American Motors executives.  During my tenure, the son of GM CEO Robert Stempel was kidnapped skateboarding after school.  He was recovered after a ransom of $150,000 was paid to... Read more »

Fatherhood

Fatherhood
The raw materials for fatherhood are microscopic:  a little swimmer, determined and heading into the unknown. The odds are against this triumph. Most of the 39 million sperm that a man distributes per “visit”  get lost, grow weary of the effort, or chose to detour.  For that one special fellow, life will never be the... Read more »

Ho Jo Mo Jo

Ho Jo Mo Jo
Last night’s Mad Men took me back to a staple of my youth:  Howard Johnson’s. Did you think I would say LSD?  No.  Never. I went to  Shrine High School at 13 Mile Road in Royal Oak (yes, just 5 miles from Eminem’s notorious 8 Mile) and upon the corner of Woodward Avenue and 13... Read more »
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Roots and Wings

Roots and Wings
I am sentimental, but not maudlin.  Anniversaries of deaths are not front and center to me.  This year, however, I have been wrestling thousands of pictures into chronological order, to create a disciplined story of the Dahl family.  I trapped myself. I over-photographed.  I stopped putting things in albums long ago, and tossed them into... Read more »