When I was eight years old, I came home from school on October 3, 1951, and the TV was on. My mother was watching the Giants-Dodgers National League’s pennant championship series. She didn’t know a thing about baseball, but a neighbor without a TV asked to watch the game at our house. We lived in the Bronx, and back then, with the Yankees, Giants, and Dodgers, New York was the mecca of the baseball. The…
Will I Ever Catch Up? I fell behind from the get-go. Bags of groceries showed up, brought by my grandmother. Sometimes a Wonderbread and ketchup sandwich was all I could find to eat. Our cold-water flat kitchen had a bathtub against the wall covered by a board. The four kids were shooed out of the room whenever Mom or Dad needed a bath. My parents slept in the living room on a convertible sofa bed.…
TIME GOES BY — AND SO DO I https://youtu.be/ZqpysaAo4BQ?si=e3MuB38dBLOjj_80"Through our friends and family, we remain forever young. Remember that you’ll never be younger than you are today..." Each September, as we have for decades, Sharon and I leave Austin and head back to the East Coast. It is our annual migration — part reunion tour, part heat escape from the late-summer Texas oven. This year was no different. And yet, when it ended, it felt…
