A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 5

The loss of my father was a shattering event. I wasn’t yet 20 and my closest confidant and personal hero was gone before he would be 50. He had always provided a cloak of security and confidence, and my admiration for him was boundless.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 4

On Christmas eve, 1967, John announced to the others, “Creedence Clearwater Revival.” It was to be their new name after coming through high school as the Blue Velvets, then christened the “Golliwogs” by their record company a couple of years earlier.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 3

Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones, run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives. — Camille Paglia Junior high school was a revelation after spending kindergarten through grade six tucked away in Kensington. Suddenly, I had a […]

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 2

Your life story would not make a good book. So don’t even try. — Fran Lebowitz The whole time I was growing up, I never met another kid whose name was Jake. Today I understand it is one of the most popular boy’s names out there. I used to find it sometimes embarrassing because of […]

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 1

At sixty a man has passed most of the reefs and whirl-pools. Excepting only death, he has no enemies left to meet… That man has awakened to a new youth… Ergo, he is young. — George Luks September has come and gone and arrival of the October I’ve allotted to this lifetime has been noted. […]