Because You Asked…

“Because You Asked…” QUESTION ONE:         From the mouth of a former student after completing his Working Pro class — six weeks with Cathy Kalmenson — during our Q & A. The student raised his hand and proceeded with what he thought was an important question of me: “Da harv, how did…

Making Friends?

“Making friends? Sometimes, Not Always”         The year was 1942… The place, East Flatbush, in Brooklyn, New York. We lived between Avenue A & B. Directly across from the public school, P.S. 233. Uttered from the mouth of a known adversary, my closest friend, Carl: “Give me a break, will you, please?…

The Storyteller

“Were we always storytellers?” A RESOUNDING YES! Charles Dickens by Frith | © Public Domain/WikiCommons 🎺 Ta-ta-ra! And my favorite storyteller of all time, perhaps considered the most notable G.O.A.T ever heard, is the one and only Vin Scully. Then there was “A Tale of Two Cities”, written by Charles Dickens, and serialized in the eighteen hundreds….

What’s On A Desk

“What’s On A Desk” Who in this world would have the self-serving dimension of taking a picture of their own desktop? Well… I did, and what did I find? There before me was “Slocum the Yocum” — a fine array of da harv’s truths. November 28th, my birthday, has come and gone, and unfortunately, with…

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Gobble Gobble

Turkey Time Experiencing the service we received in the United States Army during holiday time was a logistical wonderment to behold. It was Thursday, November 26th, 1953. We were part of the 180th Regiment of the Forty-Fifth infantry division and deployed at a place in the Yongyu Valley near the 38th Parallel in North Korea….

As Our World Turns

“Abstractions”   The question is, what do you see? What do you see? What do you feel? Are there any actions or decisions you’re in the process of making? Or do you find yourself flat-out stymied by life’s abstractions?           Perhaps a gentle spin of your plate either up, down a little, a…

What Kids Can Say

What kids can say Oftentimes may blow you away Their words, if or when you let them seep in Origins Perhaps amazingly Soothe Obstinate problems Living truth creeps from a beating heart Always from within Sorrows from yesterday Turn into blissful imagination of tomorrow 1943, ten years old “My big brother ain’t coming home anymore”…