Goodbye, Jack

Goodbye, Jack

By Elizabeth F. McNamara It’s a little embarrassing to admit this now. In fact, it was embarrassing at the time. The first time I saw Jack, I thought he looked goofy, maybe too goofy to love. His head seemed to be too big for his body, like he was a Franken-dog. It’s...
Rushmore’s Faces

Rushmore’s Faces

By Bob Houghtaling America’s long history with race is presently being expressed by its latest permutation. Kamala Harris and Joe Biden’s recent disagreements have been played out in debates, and the media outlets, with numerous folks chirping in. As usual the issue...
Let’s Not Forget

Let’s Not Forget

While it certainly is imperative that a number of issues pertaining to acceptance and diversity are being considered, these days, little continues to be said about our nation’s indigenous/native peoples. My wife and I recently returned from a trip to South Dakota...
In Honor of the Class of 2019: ‘The Boy’

In Honor of the Class of 2019: ‘The Boy’

Dear Graduating Seniors, Congratulations! Your twelve years of grade school will soon culminate with gifts, celebrations and a sense of pride. Consider this a simple offering intended to recognize and reward your efforts over the years. My poem The Boy is a reminder...
30 Years Later . . .

30 Years Later . . .

By Elizabeth F. McNamara This weekend marks the 30th anniversary of Neal’s and my move to 18 Prospect Street from a fourth floor walkup on West 21st Street in New York City. Geez, that went fast! A lot has happened over those 30 years, including three children, a...
The Sixth Man

The Sixth Man

By Bob Houghtaling John Havlicek, the great Boston Celtic from the 60’s and 70’s, recently passed away. He was one of my first sports related heroes. Many are remembering him for his 8 Championship Rings. Others recall his “Havlicek Stole the Ball” moment against Wilt...