Not Too Soon for Soup

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I once met the beat poet, Lawrence Ferlinghetti . Well, meet is too strong a word. I was in San Francisco when I saw him in the window of a McDonalds, I rushed in, told him I thought he was a great poet, left before he even swallowed his bite of burger. I thought of Felinghetti today because it’s autumn and the trees in my yard, the quaking aspen and the sugar maple, are changing color. His line “too soon, too soon” (in the famous poem The Penny Candy Store Beyond the El) laments the changing of the season and end of youth.

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A Bronx Tale

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In the 50s when I went to Public School 114 in the Bronx, it was ruled by an austere, black-garbed woman who wore clunky oxford shoes and a frown. You didn’t want to do anything wrong that could put you in her proximity.

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Halloween for Men

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I once convinced my husband to go to a Halloween party with me as a Ladybug. Well, we were a pair of Ladybugs. The costumes were made by a craft-talented friend who was proud to loan them to us. The bug’s red felt body had black circles velcroed to it; little antennae attached to our heads and bobbed at the slightest movement.

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Talk About a Caffeine Break. Here’s One for the Records

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My friend Anne will not drink coffee or tea from a cup or even a decently sized mug. So everyone in my book group has a special “Anne cup.” In my home, it’s a speckled blue and white sponge-painted number I made especially for her in one of the Make Your Own Pottery-type places that have sprung up for the glazing pleasures of kids of all ages.

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