Walk Softly Live Gently

If you wander don’t worry you’re not lost

Yonkers Raceway

Little engineers we were
Designing road systems in the dirt.
Cars and trucks race around
In our make believe adventure until Big Foot
Comes to destroy our creations
In the dirt with their feet, but we persevere
And rebuild the roads
Changing directions so we could crash
Into each other, but no one
Ever got hurt….usually, just bruised feelings
When we argued
And called each other [...]

AutoBio3 (the Bronx River Adventure)

The Yonkers Chronicles
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I want to begin this episode with a poem I wrote back in 1993 that encapsulates this experience. The following story elaborates in detail what this poem only alludes to in its own way. Here’s the poem first:
The Arches
That day we floated
down the [...]

AutoBio1 (and a half)

Little Engineers
At the apartment at 157 Crescent Place where we lived as a young family the area just outside our entrance was a porch made of concrete and cinder block with two or three stairs leading down to the driveway and parking area. It was not paved in the early 50’s and thus made for [...]

AutoBio2

Chapter 2
To follow up on chapter one, it was about that time of my experience just prior to and following the removal of that birthmark that we began to visit the beach area of Milford, Connecticut where we rented a house on the beach. Interestingly the owners of the house continued to live in the [...]

Dream

I awoke at 3:55 am and was immediately annoyed at that fact since I somehow knew that I would not return to sleep soon enough for my required six hours to be fulfilled. Oh well. Nothing I can do about that. So I practiced focusing on my breathing (as in meditation) to keep from getting [...]

Marked by the Seed

It seemed like just a short while ago. In fact 60 years have past since that time. Amazing. I sat on the kitchen floor playing, but mostly looked up at the adults gathered around the large table, talking incomprehensibly about grown up things ignoring what children may have been around to hear their incessant chattering.
At [...]

AutoBio1

Chapter One
Looking Back – a personal telling of one man’s journey
What would I tell you my children about this life that I have lived to this point? Where do I begin? What do I leave out? These are not rhetorical questions. They pose a serious dilemma, for the memories fade with each passing day. The [...]