Man, I have been busting to get back at this, which I will return to in a minute, but, first, I have to tell you about my Kangol experience. I got up this morning, with no particular place to go or thing to do, a great hook for a Kinks song. I did everything I am...
It was a night in April, 1955. I was nine years old, soon to be ten in May. I was asleep in my bedroom and my brother’s bed was empty, because he was staying over with cousins in Brooklyn. Earlier that day, my father was taken to the hospital, after having suffered a...
I got up this morning around 4:45, proud of myself for not having to stumble to the bathroom any earlier and only once after that. I negotiated my way back to some kind of almost, but not quite, state of slumber. Had a pretty good sit, checking the clock only once,...
Sunday morning, I followed my scheduled routine, preparing for my ride with the Sons of Kauai. For as long as I can remember, this was the morning that always broke my routine of the past decades. I believe they would be referred to as ablutions, a word that always...
It’s a Tuesday night and I am sitting on my favorite perch in my simple, living space. I’ve got on a truly ugly, white hotel robe and I don’t even remember where it came from. I just finished inhaling a wonderful turkey burger, dressed in a rich mushroom gravy. I...
