Monthly Archives: April 2012

St. James Place, Atlantic City, Late 1950s

April 25, 2012
St. James Place, Atlantic City, Late 1950s

Jim Comey has written the coming of age e-novel, Uncommon Glory  and a novella, Death Of The Poet King, Branden Press, Boston. (http://www.amazon.com/Uncommon-Glory-ebook/dp/B006MINMJA), For more on his fascinating career, you may CLICK HERE. If you’re interested in his e-novel, you should CLICK HERE. From my earliest memories to my mid twenties, I was granted entry to a fantastical world, a  place of unexpected smells and sounds and tastes. It was a city of majesty and poverty that never slept. People from all over the world, speaking dozens of tongues, flocked to...

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Scavenging Bottles To Ride The Big Dipper

April 22, 2012
Scavenging Bottles To Ride The Big Dipper

Maryvonne H. grew up in Medina, Ohio, about 35 miles south of Cleveland. A high school English teacher, she now lives in Toronto. My father worked in the B.F. Goodrich tire factory in Akron as an inspector. My mom stayed home and took care of her three children. Summers, we would rent a cottage on Chippewa Lake, about 10 miles from Medina. It was the one “extravagance” we indulged in all year. There was an amusement park (closed in 1978 finally) that had a roller coaster called The Big...

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The Promise Of Summer, 1974

April 17, 2012
The Promise Of Summer, 1974

Betsy B. was born in Muscatine, raised in Waterloo, and now lives in the Chicago suburbs where she teaches special needs children. It was early May, the Longfellow School, in Waterloo, Iowa, 1974. The 5th grade class I was a part of had just run in red-faced and panting from lunch recess. It was about 78 out, the first hot day building up like a head of steam in an old tractor. As we were being dismissed it would touch 85. Miss Giffords, who was very pregnant, had a...

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Eyewitness To RFK’s Assassination

April 2, 2012
Eyewitness To RFK’s Assassination

Act I – The Night RFK Was Shot Robert M Cohen is an attorney who lives in Los Angeles. His voice crackled with enthusiasm, confidence, youth, and charm as he acknowledged just winning the California Democratic Presidential Primary. I was right there, five feet away from Robert F. Kennedy, edging in as close to the podium as I could. Barely 18 years old, a very green freshman at UCLA, I was reporting for KLA, the university’s radio station. I wasn’t on cloud nine – I was on cloud ten thousand and nine....

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