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My Buddy Jerry

I lost a close friend of the four-legged type two weeks ago.  It was Jerry, who was nineteen and a half years old – a very senior cat.  Nevertheless, it was difficult for me to say good-bye to him.  He came into our lives in… Read More »My Buddy Jerry

Customers I Have Known

Before embarking on a career in librarianship, I spent several years working in retail. That provided an opportunity to serve customers of every type. Since I like people, I enjoyed – for the most part –  assisting folks of all stripes to get what they… Read More »Customers I Have Known

Freedom for The Mouse

There was a period of several months when we would find evidence of mice in our house and once even saw one scurrying across the floor in the kitchen.  Our home is in the DC suburbs of Maryland, and the creatures were apparently making their… Read More »Freedom for The Mouse

Here by Chance

For decades, I harbored a resentment against my parents, both of whom are now gone, and an emotion close to shame or diminished self-worth. It concerns the circumstances under which I was created and what my mom and dad never told me. The ironic part… Read More »Here by Chance

The Anti-Role Model

My father was born in 1914 and grew up in a crowded Italian American row home neighborhood in South Philadelphia.  This area of immigrants and first-generation Americans was fertile territory for those who operated outside the law.  His own father, Sebastiano, who had emigrated from… Read More »The Anti-Role Model

Do and Don’t Do

Back before the rise of the Internet and the complete submergence of society in computers, tablets and cell phones, there was a quaint information discovery mechanism called the library’s card catalog.  The bigger the library, the bigger its card catalog’s listing of books and other… Read More »Do and Don’t Do

My Chevy Biscayne

Dad was born in 1914, and my mom arrived in 1920. As such, some of their formative years were spent in the midst of the great depression. It left a mark on each of them. They were very conservative with spending the money that came… Read More »My Chevy Biscayne