The Septuagenarian

The Septuagenarian Or, Some Thoughts on Life on My Way to the Final Checkout Line Volume 1: Issue 1 So, here I am wondering just what the fuck is going on. It’s like hitting black ice when you are going sixty and suddenly everything is spinning around and you have no...

Harry Braham is Back!

Harry Braham Returns In 1945, Europe lies devastated from six years of war. The American and Soviet victors hold sway over millions traumatized by the Nazi scourge. As a bitter peace begins to take hold, Hitler’s surviving henchmen begin to scurry about like rats...

Grizzled Geezers of the Sky

They call it the Vietnam Room, a section of the restaurant with its walls covered with photos of young men in flying gear and the airplanes that they flew. The room is not so different from the rest of the aviation-themed restaurant that sits at the approach end of...

Don’t Call, Please

Maybe I’m just a cranky old man, but I don’t like getting phone calls. I refuse to put in a land line, so I am left with my iPhone, which serves me more as a computer terminal than a two-way voice device. With the exception of FaceTime calls from my grandchildren, I...

A Feathery Conspiracy

I don’t know about you, but as a kid I never gave much thought to birds. Of course, in Mrs. Conklin’s first grade class we were divided into reading groups by bird color. I recall being elated when I was elevated from the Red Birdsto the Blue Birds. I...

Quiet Solitude

 This year we decided to spend Christmas in Asheville at the Grove Park Inn. It is quite a place. The original part of the hotel was opened in 1913 and despite several additions the place retains its Craftsman-style heritage. Our rooms were in the oldest part of the...