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A Boy’s Blush – From the Archives
My street – 13th Avenue at 66th street Brooklyn in the late 1940s I lived in the buildings on the extreme left with the triangular roof lines above the awnings. The heat baked the concrete streets of Brooklyn that Summer … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged 1950s, biography, Charlie the Sailor, Cherry Pink, Connie, Dodgers, Elvis, first crush, growing up, music, older woman, radio man, rock and roll, story, sweet Connie, Tennessee Waltz. innocence
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Going Home
You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing, unrecognizable and you see her now, the teen beauty of your youthful dreams a cocktail waitress … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged aging, fleeting beauty, growing up, high school, invisible, nothing remains the same, poetry, real life
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Radio Man
The radio shop door was always open so us kids could hear the songs. We’d hang around some Summer days beside the sound coming through the screen. Songs ’bout yellow roses in Texas or waltz dancin in Tennessee. No songs … Continue reading
Reunion
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged 1959, aging, doo-wop, fantasy lover, growing up, High School Musical, high school reunion, poetry, real life, teen dreams, vietnam
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Sunday’s Rant
I will be 73 years old in a couple of months. The day I was born the New York Times headline screamed that the Russians were retreating at Stalingrad before General von Paulus’ all conquering German 6th Army and the … Continue reading
Going Home
You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing, unrecognizable and you see her now, the teen beauty of your youthful dreams a cocktail waitress … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged aging, fleeting beauty, growing up, high school, invisible, nothing remains the saem, poetry, real life
6 Comments
A Boy’s Blush
My street – 13th Avenue at 66th street Brooklyn in the late 1940s I lived in the buildings on the extreme left with the triangular roof lines above the awnings. The heat baked the concrete streets of Brooklyn that Summer … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged 1950s, biography, Charlie the Sailor, Cherry Pink, Connie, Dodgers, Elvis, first crush, growing up, music, older woman, radio man, rock and roll, story, sweet Connie, Tennessee Waltz. innocence
10 Comments
Rich Girl
Originally written and published in 2010 Summer – 1980 In early November I will do what all fathers of little girls dream of doing – walking their sweetie down the aisle at her wedding. I’ve done it before with my … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged 2011, daughter, family, finding love, growing up, Hall and Oates, happiness, love when you least expect it, rich girl, wedding
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