Posts Tagged: suburbia
Make America’s Toilets Great Again
Donald Trump’s passion for plumbing has not been equaled by another U.S. President since Richard Nixon and the plumbers. Finally, Trump has something else besides impeachment in common with our 37th president. Speculation mounts that his new fascination with plumbing
Make America’s Toilets Great Again
Donald Trump’s passion for plumbing has not been equaled by another U.S. President since Richard Nixon and the plumbers. Finally, Trump has something else besides impeachment in common with our 37th president. Speculation mounts that his new fascination with plumbing
New Year Eve Party With Guy Lombardo
For me, New Year’s Eve always belonged to Guy Lombardo. It was a childhood viewing ritual that rarely varied. In the early 1960’s I felt like Cinderella, permitted to stay up to the stroke of midnight and watch, along with
New Year Eve Party With Guy Lombardo
For me, New Year’s Eve always belonged to Guy Lombardo. It was a childhood viewing ritual that rarely varied. In the early 1960’s I felt like Cinderella, permitted to stay up to the stroke of midnight and watch, along with
Consumed With the Past
For nearly a year, I have been on an archeological dig of mid-century middle-class domesticity. The study was done in a post-war suburban setting; the dig was my parent’s home of six decades. After examining, dating, cataloging, and yes, crying,
Consumed With the Past
For nearly a year, I have been on an archeological dig of mid-century middle-class domesticity. The study was done in a post-war suburban setting; the dig was my parent’s home of six decades. After examining, dating, cataloging, and yes, crying,
Embracing My Roots
I would grow up living my parents post war American dreams. Nothing personified that dream more than our suburban home where they lived for nearly 62 years. My foundation was entrenched in that home so it should be no surprise
Embracing My Roots
I would grow up living my parents post war American dreams. Nothing personified that dream more than our suburban home where they lived for nearly 62 years. My foundation was entrenched in that home so it should be no surprise
Remembering Bobby Kennedy Fifty Years Later
1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Fifty years later, the wave of young activists feel similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth. Including a barely teen age me. I
Remembering Bobby Kennedy Fifty Years Later
1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Fifty years later, the wave of young activists feel similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth. Including a barely teen age me. I
A Mid Century Send Off
My mid-century home is fading fast. Right now strangers and bottom feeders are traipsing thru my parent’s suburban house picking over the remains of a family’s long life hoping to score a deal at a tag sale. It is the
A Mid Century Send Off
My mid-century home is fading fast. Right now strangers and bottom feeders are traipsing thru my parent’s suburban house picking over the remains of a family’s long life hoping to score a deal at a tag sale. It is the
Twisted Times with Twister
Twisted Times When I think back to being 14, the same age as Leigh Corfman was, the woman who accused Alabama’s Roy Moore of molesting her, the sexiest encounter for me was contorting my body in a tangled mess of
Twisted Times with Twister
Twisted Times When I think back to being 14, the same age as Leigh Corfman was, the woman who accused Alabama’s Roy Moore of molesting her, the sexiest encounter for me was contorting my body in a tangled mess of
Halloween Cold War Style
On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises
Halloween Cold War Style
On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises
Hot Dog Competition
A summer staple at my 1960’s family barbecues was the ritual hot dog competition not in competitive eating but dissecting who made the best toothsome well turned frank. The mouth-watering aroma of grilling franks wafting through the suburban air sparked
Hot Dog Competition
A summer staple at my 1960’s family barbecues was the ritual hot dog competition not in competitive eating but dissecting who made the best toothsome well turned frank. The mouth-watering aroma of grilling franks wafting through the suburban air sparked
Phone Exchanges- A Connection to the Past
I confess. I rarely talk on the phone. Some might even call me a phone-a-phobe. When it comes to telephone exchanges I rarely make a connection. Once fun, a phone call now feels like, well, a nuisance. In an age
Phone Exchanges- A Connection to the Past
I confess. I rarely talk on the phone. Some might even call me a phone-a-phobe. When it comes to telephone exchanges I rarely make a connection. Once fun, a phone call now feels like, well, a nuisance. In an age
Envisioning The American Dream 