A Quarter Century of Misery

SO MUCH has changed since I left the city of my youth-the one I called home for 38 years. After reading the aforementioned email, I began to reflect on those 38 years. I must say that, despite the absence of a father figure for most of my formative years, my childhood was a rich one in many ways. (It wasn’t … Read More

Great Moments in (Personal) History

Or great moments in self-discovery. The summer of 1983 was a transformative one for me. A longstanding, nagging groin/hip flexer injury, compounded by an exploratory surgery (for what turned out to be an abnormal appendix, and ergo removed) kept me sidelined from my number one passion: the beautiful game. (That’s football for all you non-Yanks.) So I dove into what … Read More