We were making copies using the ditto machine in the teacher’s resource room of our school. When the teacher’s aide – we kids called “slap jaw” - walked through the intoxicating fumes of the duplicating solvent to talk to us. She asked us where we were going to high school – we both replied Sullivan.... Continue Reading →
Day 69 – Thanksgiving
Today I give thanks to this happy couple. My parents - circa 1969 at Banff or Glacier NP. They represent what the United States of America is all about. A country of compassion. A country of opportunity. A country where an economic refugee from Germany and a political refugee from Cuba, could meet, fall in... Continue Reading →
Made in the U.S.A.
Born and raised in the city of Chicago, I was surrounded by a mix of ethnicities and cultures. In my neighborhood of Rogers Park we were a delightful blend of spices. A little creole seasoning, chocolate molé, spicy salsa, green curry and other delicious sauces. Me, my classmates, my friends could have represented many of... Continue Reading →