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Mishka
Mishka, if I recall his name right, was my grandmother Flora’s cousin, the first man, I ever saw walk with a cane. He was courtly, light-complexioned, and I believe he was a Hebrew teacher. There was the air of the scholar about him. And he wore a hat. It is all so strange that there are individuals in our lives that enter and leave, with very few details after that. He now strikes me as someone I could have had deep conversations with. I don’t know if he was ever married and had children. He just came into my life,…
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“Sunshine”
Before I write this blog, some recent news. In June, Pif Magazine (online), Derek Alger, editor, will publish an extensive interview with me. A local newspaper in Green Valley also interviewed me and that will appear later in June. I will keep you apprised. The reporter grew up on the East Coast, so we understood one another, here in this geriatric Disneyland. When my son , Jordan, and I watched “The Elephant Man” in 1980, at the age of 4, he asked me why this poor creature (this man) was being dealt with so cruelly by his fellow human beings. You give…
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A Lemmonade Twist
Last night at the Vistoso Commerce loop exit on to Oracle Road, I stopped the car and put off the lights. Dozens of small fires crept down the ridges of the Catalinas. It seemed a fitting salute to the July Fourth Holiday several days away. This morning the gullies and ravines that lead down to the foothills and then to Oracle Road were filled with smoke, as if a giant corncob pipe was puffing out blasts. The crests from about 3 to 4 miles away seemed charred, like burnt popcorn. The heat today was intense even in the morning hours…
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There’s A Haze Along The Ridge
There’s a haze along the ridge, Pusch Ridge, as they call it after an early settler of Oro Valley. Small plumes of smoke sully the slopes for a few miles like a sulphuric mountain acne. The heat of the day compounds all this, so that the light itself seems to have been smudged by an artist’s gum eraser. After a half hour at a Verizon store, bombarded by high tech verbal jazz, I am fit to be tied and speed back to Rancho Vistoso Boulevard where my condo rental is. I swallow cold seltzer and take a few herbals for my…