Harvey, The Younger Person
My Mother Told Me That I Said, At Three Years Old:“He No More Good” Maybe I did, but there’s a good chance I didn’t. C’mon, give me a break, I was only three years old. My mother was very good at blaming me for everything taking place around our apartment. The fact was, I...
Read More Around My House
Around My House and Perhaps Yours As Well Age 28 Around my house, a while back, I could do it all. As you can imagine, there was actually a time when climbing to my rooftop wasn’t a contest for me. In those days I had a very rickety ladder, I’d press the ladder...
Read More What You Don’t Know…
From My Schoolyard “mit” Love! You almost had to be there to fully understand my community of East Flatbush in Brooklyn, New York, and what it was like for any of us kids in our World War II era—still not yet having reached the aristocracy of teenage—what we thought to be “manhood”. “What...
Read More I Beg Your Pardon
I Beg Your Pardon Good, bad, or indifferent, towards my efforts as a communicator during my past forty-seven years of endurance within what many of you wrongly refer to as “show business”. In 1951, I stumbled on a book by Al Hirschfeld entitled “Show Business is No Business”. Admittedly, I didn’t grasp what...
Read More Crazy Times
These Are Crazy Times… We’re Living In Today Our conversation had begun with two ordinary guys thanking each other for their service to the country. He was an ex-marine, and I was an equally proud ex-army man. We could tell by the monogrammed hats we were wearing, we had both served in Korea....
Read More Gotta Be This Or That
With great aplomb, And all the satire I can muster at this late date in life, Just as if he, or she, Whatever this slanted society decides upon Which comfort station Thinking they know is correct For a person of their supposed gender May or may not Contrive Offering God-given dexterity to make the proper...
Read More Dwindling Breeze
Maybe more rave than there is to go around Moving more slowly Laden deep, these swelling waters Older flags having ragged edges Yet, humor still displayed Nature vehemently ever In charge We, passengers, deny goals While seeking mere survival New horizons no longer being sought Yet, somehow, With eyes sparkling Freshness from a small breeze...
Read More Part II: Let The Games Continue
ENTERING A NEW SPORT: THEATER Many of us, including yours truly, were required to try the same drill the first two students experienced that very first day. Our teacher moved around the room randomly choosing who would have their turn on stage. For no discernible reason, I was last to get up to...
Read More Part I: Let The Games Continue
Meeting Stanislavski Dorsey High School, here in Los Angeles: At the time, my prime interest was playing baseball, and one day, signing a contract to play for a professional team. Studying and becoming a renowned scholar never entered my mind, at least not initially. My drive consisted of play, play, and more play....
Read More Our Field of Dreams
Our Field of Dreams The USA has always been my “field of dreams”. Yes, they made a great movie with that title, but for me, it’s a very personal thing. I’m not embarrassed to share that fact of my life with any and all who care to hear, see, and perhaps read details...
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