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CONSTANT COMMENT

The summer of 1959, before senior year of high school, we ventured to a beatnik coffee house. This was new and dangerous: the dark walls, jazz on a hi-fi, black-clothed, barefoot customers. . The waitress had long, straggly hair and wore no lipstick. One of us ordered espresso, cutting the bitterness with three cubes of […]

NOT WHAT YOU THINK–Being Yourself Isn’t as Easy as You Always Assumed

Dear Friends, Adversaries, Acquaintances, and Strangers:                                              (I believe that takes in everyone.)   This is a journey in search of identity, which sometimes isn’t what we think.   We begin in New York […]