Monthly Archives: March 2021

Toritto perhaps a dozen years ago “May you have all the happiness you can stand with just a touch of sorrow so you know the difference”. My father wrote those words in my high school yearbook in 1959.  I was … Continue reading →

It’s getting so routine the murder of innocents crying teens and mountains of flowers quickly forgotten in mere hours. Yet fear not, ye who weep alone for those mighty in the Senate will offer lamentation to the Gods, tweeting thoughts … Continue reading →

I live in a house with no stairs eighteen hundred thirty two square feet three bedrooms, two baths, two car garage a lanai Houses with stairs are for the young People who live in them go to work everyday have … Continue reading →

At the club the invisible single mother brings three glasses of Pinot to the table where the ladies who lunch speak of yachts and vacations this summer. In the powder room an invisible toilet slave hands towels to the ladies … Continue reading →

The funeral of Archbishop Romero (now a saint) San Salvador Flyers were scattered outside churches with a chilling message. On November 6, 1989 armed soldiers broke into the José Simeón Cañas Central American University on the outskirts of El Salvador’s … Continue reading →

Giuseppe Garibaldi Yes, March 17 is St. Patrick’s Day. And a happy St. Patrick’s Day to all! But March 17 is also the birthday of Italian unification. Italy as a nation will be 160 years old on March 17th. June … Continue reading →

From the Archives No city on the planet was growing faster than New York. By 1845 it was home to 70,000 Irish immigrants, 65,000 immigrants born elsewhere and 235,000 American born residents.  From 1783 to 1845 the city’s populations had … Continue reading →

I went down to forensics yesterday they asked for a sample of DNA They had found some bones yet unidentified. I toss and turn restlessly in bed that night; At home I dust the plastic flowers surrounding your picture brother. … Continue reading →

Get your guns.  We’re being invaded by children again at  our southern border. Thousands of kids, as if that made a difference in a country of 330 million.  One hundred thousand would just about fill the Penn State stadium on … Continue reading →

I saw her at the ’84 reunion a little older, a little grayer, the first fine lines on her porcelain face;   inhabiting the body of a stranger while here in the yearbook we are all preserved; the teen beauty … Continue reading →