King Friday XIII didn't call to wish me Happy Birthday this year. He did call for thirty years. Every November 26 from 1971 to 2001. ...

We were followed when we went into New York City last weekend. As we approached the Broadway theater district in our car, my cell phone...

“We become the stories we hear.” The setting was the Cosmos Club in Washington, D.C., late 1978. We were celebrating the introduction of...

We went to a small engagement party last weekend. By happy and improbable coincidence, the granddaughter of friends here in New Jersey...

I call it a bad year when all three of my brothers die. Well, fourteen months, if you want to be technical about it. Two of them—Gene...

It took a small village to raise us and our kids. The small village was a fortuitous group of seven young families who met and bonded...

About three million. That’s my best estimate of how many times I hit a tennis ball with a racquet during my seventy years playing the...

Last night I had one of our dearest friends for dinner. That’s “have a friend for dinner” as the psychopathic cannibal Hannibal Lecter...

I felt a twinge of hatred on Saturday. Pure. Unadulterated. And well-aged. It had been instilled in me when I was five years...

The comfy old American plea “Gimme a break!” has been around for a long time. And we all know what it means: “I’m doing the best I can,...