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The Herb Garden

If you said the words “herb garden” to most people (dare I say – to a normal person?), he or ..


The Hummingbird Lady

The airplane was about to take off. I had the seat by the window. She had the seat next to ..


The Albedo Principle

Once upon a time, just like a starry-eyed kid in a 1950s musical, I came to New York to seek ..


Johnny Come Lately

Employing my usual lopsided sense of urgency, I announce my transformation from weekly to monthly columnist with a timely (ha!) ..


Sam’s story comes to an end

Samuel Reuben Highland Park, Ill. February 18,1978 My dear Shelly, Congratulations! On the marketing of a $200 item. Now, ..


The soundtrack of my childhood

The decal that Samuel Reuben designed is beautiful. An eagle’s golden wings are proudly spread over a large, white circle ..


The Mouse and the Cake

August 30, 1976 Highland Park, Ill. Dear Shelly, Sorry I didn’t write to you earlier, but now is the time. You ..


Stay away from scorpions

October 8, 1975 - Highland Park, Ill. My dear Shelly, I will write you a few lines that will bring you up-to-date. ..


Gnaddie. Gnaddie. Gnaddie.

I remember in the sad and fragile period after Mikey died, when I was so certain that my father’s heart ..


Coconut hairs in my mouth

If my father saw a blind man stranded at the curb of a busy intersection, he would stop his car ..


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