Maybe we eat there too much? Diane and I sat down at our local sushi restaurant two days after I bonked my forehead. Our waitress asked, “What did you do to yourself?†I said, “Diane hit me with a rolling pin.†I got my laugh and then I continued, “I’ll have a Sapporo and…†She […]
This, from my friend, Brian Pontz (left) . Brian worked at Channel1 and he was a part of the pokergroup, but now it seems all he does is move. He asked me for help and I said sure until I remembered I had to water my plants that day. “The move was a disaster. We […]
Adam Kibbe Reflections in†night’s window block my view. They were there by day, just invisible. What is outside is still there, just not seen. Such balance shapes what is available to us. And what I see through this window (when I can see) is not all there is, but it shapes my perception as the […]
Bertha Downing as told to her son, Dan. Jim Downing Bertha, Emerson and Jim Downing “When Jimmy was born, it was in Mexico’s ABC Hospital. He was delivered by our long-time family doctor, Dr. Castorena. His mother wanted her aunt Peg, who lived in Mexico City, to be there. JoAnn was never very friendly. I […]
The pain in my jaw had reached that tipping point. Could I suffer through it, or would I have to jump in front of the first bus? The last three dayshad beenunpleasant , but for some reason, as I walked to the dentist’s office, the throbbing that had been a discordant cymbal player morphed into […]
Rakkity The next part of our trip to Spain–Toledo to Ciudad Real to Cordoba After this will come Chapter IV: Sevilla and Italica. After visiting Flo Saturday night, Diane and I walked across the street to the Ninety Nine for dinner.
Bertha and Emerson Downing View larger image I remember when I first met Emerson. I was at work, and my aunt called me and told me to come home early, because a Gringuito was coming in answer to the ad for the room, and I was the only one who could speak English. My mother, […]
Bertha and Emerson Downing View larger image I remember when I first met Emerson. I was at work, and my aunt called me and told me to come home early, because a Gringuito was coming in answer to the ad for the room, and I was the only one who could speak English. My mother, […]
Bertha Downing as told to her son Dan In February of 1943 I embarked on a trip by myself to visit my fiancÈ Emerson and his family in Michigan. As a passenger service representative for Mexicana de Aviacion, I flew for free on standby from Mexico City to Dallas, where I would change planes to […]
Jennifer Elsie called this morning, worried because she hadn’t heard from my Aunt Beatrice in a long time. She had last gotten through to Beatrice by phone in early February. Beatrice has often been hard to reach; she leaves her phone off the hook when she writes, and maybe at other times as well. But […]
Poem written by Jennifer’s mother. Photograph of Jennifer’s grandmother. View larger image January, February, March, April Christmas was one of the times to be born: Christmas or January, the Christmas mothers having quickened to the call of spring more urgently, put out their shoots like indoors plants in the pull of the early sun, before […]
With permission, I’m posting this email Adam sent to both me and his father. The New York Lighfair was enormous, though lacking some familiar names. Lots of big names don’t show a booth, both because of industrial espionage, but also the cost — the bigger you are, the harder to distinguish yourself, so the more […]