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I like to fight back against the health-food and exercise addicts.  “My father,” I claim, “prescribed salt – a pile, a pillar, of it  against infection, a cigarette as a cure for a cold, and a shot of Four Roses as a pick-me-up … more
I’m not a rabbi, but I AM a “minister.” She sent me a legal document that declares I can perform a proper marriage ceremony – my alumna, who met a boy in Rome and brought him to her nice little cul-de-sac in Brooklyn. (The home purchased … more
It’s such a big book, how can you “teach” it in a single semester?  My art students at the Rhode Island School of Design put most of their talents and efforts into the studio world, not the classroom realm of ideas.  It’s hard … more
The timing was perfect: daylight saving time ended, giving us back a lost hour.  I went to Columbus, Ohio, to visit the homestead of my favorite American humorist, James Thurber.   My freshman roommate at Yale had handed me … more
As a teacher of film history, I show “classic” movies of yore and compare them to recent fare, adding commentary about their contexts. Here is such a comparison between then and now on-screen. Sabu, the Indian stable boy who was the … more
My father was born in London – in Whitechapel, the Jewish quarter. He was a first-born – a son! – so I have a fine framed oval portrait of him, dressed rather royally as a toddler, standing proudly and with poise for the … more
I came across an odd and intriguing obituary: one Helen Aberson of Syracuse, New York, had died and asked the mourners to contribute to the United Jewish Appeal. Oh, and by the way, nonagenarian Helen Aberson had published one book, a … more
“Denmark: A Photographer’s Odyssey” is a treasure of a book by our native son Marshall H. Cohen, a handsome volume printed by Narayana Press in Denmark and available locally at the Brown University Bookstore or by email … more
“I was born in the Negev desert. The Turkish Ottoman Empire was crumbling, but my family was busy rebuilding the Hebrew language,” she said. Varda Lev asked me to her home in the vicinity of the statue of Roger Williams. She wanted to show … more
We had an open porch facing the yard at our childhood home.  After the war, the G.I. vets looking for work closed it off and installed knotty pine panels from which we hung pictures and bas-relief decorations.  We called the narrow chamber … more
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