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A Rainy Night in Johnstown

A chilly, wind-blown downpour hit Johnstown, PA, at around 10:20 p.m. Saturday, August 2, 2014, bringing the performance of headliner, Boz Scaggs, to an abrupt end, after about seven songs. Up to that point the day had been partly to mostly sunny with temps in the high 70’s, and a hat and sunscreen were advisable [...]

By | 2017-05-17T15:51:21+00:00 April 20th, 2017|Creative Nonfiction|Comments Off on A Rainy Night in Johnstown

Stupid Cat Tricks

The image of a slobbering bull dog gleefully riding a rocking horse on a stupid pet tricks segment on The Late Show with David Letterman is but a memory now. With the demise of Letterman at 11:30 p.m. on week nights, I treasure even more my feline housemates, Patches and Cokie, who have taught me [...]

By | 2017-05-17T15:51:22+00:00 April 11th, 2017|Cat Scratches|1 Comment

Open Door Policy

Still relishing the antipasto salad and bruschetta burger, the best that bar food can offer, shared by Jay and me after completing the planting of his boxwood shrubs, I make the turn onto Lewis Road, the last quarter mile leg of the drive home. I make the left turn into Unity Square, cruise slowly past [...]

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Cat Napping

Stretched out on the mid-afternoon living room floor, I roll over from my back to my left side, happy that I had brought the oversized pillow for this glorious 25-minute reprieve from yard work. Both cats have been circling my prone body for the last 10 minutes, making me feel like an exhibit. The time [...]

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Jaggi Clawz and the Queens

Many years ago in a large village called Pittburg the Christmas season of 2012 was filled with danger for all kitty cats and human kind. For years and years Santa Claus had delivered toys and other gifts to all the good kitty cats just as he had for all good little girls and boys. Based [...]

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Under the Mulberry Tree

Some of the happiest, most carefree days of my boyhood were the summer days when my dad, Nippy, dropped me off for a few days of vacation at Grandma and Grand Pap’s home at 715 Worthington Avenue in Versailles Borough. I loved to spend time with my grandparents, and Grandma’s freckled arms wrapped me in [...]

By | 2017-05-17T15:51:22+00:00 April 11th, 2017|Memoir Musings|Comments Off on Under the Mulberry Tree

The Birthday Gift

It figured to be the best birthday ever, May 10, 1955. For the past two weeks my dad has been hinting at a very special surprise for my seventh birthday. Finally, the big surprise is to be revealed on birthday afternoon. I remember the setting—my tiny bedroom at the end of the hallway, looking out [...]

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Friday Nights With Jane Parker

For my little family, all through the 1950’s and early 60’s, Friday night grocery shopping at the A&P was no less a ritual than attending Sunday mass. When Nippy came home from work between 5:00 and 5:30, we sat down to a simple supper. Mrs. Paul’s fish sticks, served along with canned oyster stew and [...]

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Jewelry Box

The most delightful day I spent with my mom during eight months of hospital and skilled nursing visits in the year of her passing was a Sunday afternoon at Harmarville Rehabilitation Center in May, 2007. On that day I brought a prop—Daisy Jean’s jewelry box—that would take us to places we might not have expected. [...]

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Mardi Gras With ‘Aunt Sally’ and ‘Cousin Jack’

Punctual, the silver compact hatchback rolls along the departures lane at the U.S. Airways terminal at the New Orleans airport, Aunt Sally at the wheel. This will be my introduction to the New Jersey native who migrated to this Mississippi delta city to meet men during World War II. No blood relation to me, she [...]

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