Back in New York I had to listen to one of my jams, WCBS Newsradio 88. As a teenager and a budding journalist growing up in Connecticut, I listened to it all the time. (Yeah, I was odd.) Plus my dad listened to it in the car. Some of the same people I heard listening… Continue reading

Nice surprise about being in the Hudson Valley, New York, however briefly, is that I can pick up Polar soda anywhere. That’s a comfort drink and always has been, in bottles at my grandparents in Massachusetts when I was growing up. Plus my parents used to drive me on I-290 past the bottling plant in… Continue reading

Interesting day to be at Newark-Liberty International Airport. I drove my stepmother from Pennsylvania to Newark for a flight to Europe. Twenty-nine years ago this morning, my dad drove me here from Connecticut so I could go visit my mom, who was dying of cancer. It would be the last time I saw her. It… Continue reading