Surreal Estate

Surreal Estate

I rented my first post-college apartment in 1978 in the midst of a snowstorm. It was at 72nd Street and York Avenue and was about $300 a month. It had an exposed brick wall and the kitchen was just big enough that you could turn around without knocking yourself unconscious on the wall. It had a full-size refrigerator. En route…
Gettin’ Old

Gettin’ Old

Whenever anyone asked my Grandpa Marty how he was, he simply answered, “Gettin’ Old.” He was a very factual kind of guy. Of course, I’m gettin’ old too. I am on the verge of turning 59, which used to be positively ancient when the average life expectancy was 35 or 40 and people dropped dead from all kinds of nasty stuff.  (I…
Writing as Therapy

Writing as Therapy

I don't look super-happy here.  Or, perhaps I was just contemplating life. I was probably in high school back then. I was always contemplating something (boys, clothes, parties, college choices, weed, or how I could get away from home). But I always loved to write, as evidenced by my funky orange typewriter. I was a blogger long before the blog…
Intro by Nancy

Intro by Nancy

Join me as I start a new life after five decades. All of us Boomers are going through major changes these days…empty nesting, divorcing, downsizing, rightsizing, sandwich generationing. Lots of people are writing about the journey these days. It’s how we’ll all figure out where to go. Sharing stories can be instructional, inspiration, or simply entertaining. Why a gypsy? Mainly…
A Trunk

A Trunk

It started with a trunk. August 1974…I got on a plane at Kennedy Airport (then Idelwild) and my big black college trunk magically appeared in my dorm room at Alice Lloyd Hall at the University of Michigan. I was 18. It contained my groovy crocheted bedspread, my Frye boots, flannel shirts, psychedelic sheets, and other necessities of college life. In 1977,…