Month: February 2015

Je Suis Mickey

By Mickey Friedman February 27, 2015 Je suis Mickey. I am Mickey. Certainly not Charlie. When I get anywhere near Paris, the little French I learned at eight in the morning at City College goes running for the Spanish border.…

My crazy idea

By Bill Shein February 20, 2015 It can’t be called “spring cleaning” when the temperature outside is minus 5 degrees, but last week I was reorganizing my basement and found a file box neatly labeled, “1989 Correspondence, A-L.” Yes, I…

Before Yoga

By Mickey Friedman February 12, 2015 You know you’re headed for your last rodeo when you can remember a time before yoga. I see the barber shops on Railroad Street, two saloons and the car parts store. The donut shop…

Of storms and men

By Bill Shein February 9, 2015 As I write these words on Monday (January 26), another intense storm is barreling into the northeast, bringing cold, wind, and possibly record snowfall. On my face, the air has a brisk, but not…