This list is totally subjective and is presented in no particular order. And, of course, an experience can be memorable for me, but of no particular significance to you. That said, I’ll post six today and another six the next time. I’ll add a paragraph or two for each one just to expand a bit…
If we’re lucky—very lucky—there are a very few occasions in our entire lifetimes when, without warning, we become acutely aware of our surroundings and a voice inside our head tells us to stop and savor this special moment. The first of these moments in my life occurred on May 25th, 1946. It was the…
Back in the mid-80s, my wife and I made the first of two trips to Hungary. We took an overnight train from Paris to Vienna then, two days later, another train for the four-hour ride from there to Budapest. This was when the Iron Curtain was still very real. When our train stopped at…
When I was a kid, it was a Sunday morning ritual in our house—and probably in most of the homes all over America—to pour over the comics that came with the big Sunday paper. The featured character in one of those strips was Dick Tracy, a police detective, and one of the tools in…