Saturday, March 21, 2015


So me and this guy were on a mundane mission. Grocery shopping on a "food only mission." Nothing spectacular but sometimes some things can neither be planned nor scripted.

This guy is on my wave length. Same frequency so that two words telegraph to me the sentence about to come my way in full form.

Another thing. This guy is brilliant. And the hippest man in the land. So what should have been a perfunctory task turns into an adventure in escapism. I should have video-tapped the entire phenomenon. He had me in awe. I'm no slouch but this guy leaves me in the dust. So quick, so smart. What began as a food shop suddenly turned into an adventure that can't be anticipated. Only enjoyed. We were oblivious to our surroundings for our world was for members only and the books are closed.

What a wonderful time we had! Endorphins all over the place. And this guy, ever cool, merely offers up,"we had fun."

It made my day and weeks to come. Why? What made me so reactive to this guy? Why is he such a pleasure to be with? What a battery charge he provides.

The answer is simple.

This guy is someone I love with all of my heart and soul.

This guy is my clone. I adore him.

This guy is my blessing.

I done somethin' good.

This guy is my son.

Thursday, March 12, 2015


I've never tried to hide the fact that I am a helpless romantic. Not able to do anything about it, and not wanting to try, I resigned myself to deal with the highs and lows of my kind of love. I couldn't find a name for it so I copped out with "whatever it is, I got it."I recognized it in the sixth grade-that's right- the sixth grade- and made it my mantra, understanding it more as I grew up and accepting it as my life's compass. "Wouldn't it be great,"I proudly announced, "to come home every night to your soulmate and just kiss and hug?" My buddies had me down as a nutso but I reveled in its mountains and valleys and decided, early on, to jump on this wave and surrender myself to it. But for a very, very long time, I couldn't be specific about this phenomenon.I didn't have to be because I was hooked, so who needed a name?

But now, coming down my home stretch, I can be specific and define this driving force of my life. For the first time, I can describe it with words that my reader may not endorse but hopefully can understand.

It's a form of romantic love characterized by infatuation, an aching of the heart, and a general intensity of feeling that overshadows other concerns or interests. It includes sex but is manifested mainly as a mental activity.

An example of this apprehension before the application of judgement is when two decently married individuals find their lives upended when they are swept away by romantic love for each other.

We all have notions that it is wonderful to fall in love. But it can be disruptive and destructive. Conversely, for those of us who are susceptible to this emotion, it fills our lives with soaring happiness.

The element of option is just about obviated.

For me, I feel lucky and wouldn't have it any other way.

Wow, what a ride!

My heart's in my hands.

Sunday, March 1, 2015


Yesterday was my 82nd birthday which was devoted, in the main, to me reviewing me. A bit of a bumpy ride, I must say. Judging myself is a hardball endeavor. Doing so impartially mandates the talent of an Ubermensch, which I am not. So, as an ordinary fellow, I assumed the daunting task.

I have always been unafraid to embrace the concept of empathy, where appropriate, which brings into play the life-engine of motive, which explains why things are done. Intent is the truest of fact filters.

I've had my share of right and wrong but absent throughout was a purpose to harm others. In the good times, I was never stingy with the goodies and everyone in my flock enjoyed the benefits. Even when I was drowning in the sea of mistakes, I harbored no ill will despite my good time gun being empty of good time bullets. My love for those I loved never waned.

The toughest part was to deal with the emotional wrong turns taken to which there are no available remedial turn-backs. Suck it up and swallow hard. Somehow, I got through the heart-pain and survived. Mind over matter. I was my own shrink. The brain doesn't forget, not even to remember.

The most positive contribution in my life and to the lives of others was my ten years as a Judge. I leaned on what I had learned and been through, always being practical and understanding, the two ingredients of fairness. I put my heart and soul into the task at hand and will unhesitatingly rely on the opinions of the attorneys and individuals who appeared before me, for they have personal knowledge of this issue. I am not afraid of their verdict.

The most difficult part of my self-analyzing was to evaluate very personal relationships.

That ride was not a smooth one. In fact, it was most unsettling.

Too many scabs scraped off

The saving grace was, once again, the absence of malice. Stuff happens.

If I could go back, I would, of course, try to avoid my missteps but who wouldn't? The past has passed.

Even now, the light of love from those whom I love, is my beacon.

Could have been better--of course.

Could be worse--much.

And oh, how lucky I am to be able to say that.