Sunday print newspapers were big and fat, and my job was to deliver them. When I buy a new suit, my left arm hangs longer than my right arm from carrying those papers. They were so big that it was often a challenge for my elderly customers to lug one of them from the front porch to the kitchen ...
As a kid, I went to school full-time, but I also delivered newspapers, earned money for cutting grass, tips for delivering groceries, received cash for being an altar server for funeral masses and weddings, and earned money for cleaning up my aunt鈥檚 storeroom at her little bodega-type ...
The well-to-do people had wrought iron, wicker, or wooden Adirondack chairs. We had wool Army blankets. These itchy blankets were a big part of my youth. There were plenty of them around after World War II. Army surplus stores sold them for the rock-bottom price of about $5. Hardly used ...
Doris Kearns Goodwin鈥檚 book, 鈥淎n Unfinished Love Story,鈥� about her husband Dick鈥檚 role in the administrations of Presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson, and presidential candidates Robert Kennedy and Eugene McCarthy, among others, was a tale that read a little like Forrest ...
By Nick Jacobs One of my first jobs was in teaching. As a young educator who had grown up in a rural area, the racial prejudice that I saw was shocking. 鈥淢y students were poor, and they often came to school without breakfast 鈥� hungry, and they knew, even in their youth, the pain of ...
Recently, something both distressed and upset me. Someone I trusted completely outright lied to me. That鈥檚 not the worst part. That someone was me. You see, I had weighed myself that morning, knew what the scale read, and later convinced myself that I was slender enough to eat more than ...