Archive for the ‘Point O’ Woods’ Category

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30May11

‘Dad?’ my 8-year-old asked me. ‘Yes.’ ‘What did you like most about being a child?’ He tends to say ‘child’ instead of ‘kid.’ I thought. ‘Well. I guess I enjoyed the beach the most. Point O’ Woods. My parents had a place at the beach and we’d go there every summer. That’s what I liked [...]


“Have a magical day,” was what you hear from cashiers in the hotel gift shop, ticket booth clerks at the various parks, and ride monitors as they check children’s height. It’s difficult not to at least lean toward obedience after 72 hours or so. My family’s six magical days at Disney World were indeed so, [...]


“Hey! Is that a pearl snap shirt?”   “No,” my coworker answered after coming to a stop in the hallway.  We blocked the entrance to his office.  Moments before, I ostensibly had something to do that was more important than admire what I thought was a pearl snap shirt. “Oh.” I said. “But I used to have one. [...]


Bones for soup

07Feb09

My father told me many years ago that when he was a boy he often dreamed of being trapped overnight in a Manhattan delicatessen rather than, like most children, in a candy store.  This somewhat explains the other night at dinner, when my 5-year-old son said, “Dad, for dessert I want pickles.”   The other [...]


I woke up quite upset on Thursday morning while in London.  I had had a bad dream.   Waiting for the five hours’ difference between there and New York to pass, so that I could call the Lovely K once she dropped off the boys at school, I dialed her at 8:30 a.m. Eastern.   [...]



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