Wide Awake
I wasn’t sure I wanted to go down this road again, but something tells me I should. For years now, my November column has been a simple list of all I am thankful for. It was fairly easy the first year, but it’s gotten harder as the years pass. So here goes. My goal is to fill the entire page.
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Full Circle
The first celebrity I ever met was an Indian giver. This was Thanksgiving Day, 1954, a day when the pumpkins got frigid and the trees got naked. After a long ride on the Frankford El, the one where the seats were barely benches, my father and I pushed our way to the curb on Market Street... ................. ........... ...... ....
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Life Notes
I am staring at a hot pink sweater with football-sized shoulder pads. I have stared at this sweater before – seasonally – as I do the dance of the closets, replacing summer clothes with winter clothes.
The hot pink sweater has been with me for years. I wore it once, and learned that it itched - ... ............. ........... ...... ....
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