I went to live in Israel at the end of 1978. Garry was working and stayed, to no one’s surprise, in Boston. We saw each other once during that time, but he wrote me almost everyday. Remarkably, I didn’t see anything odd about it though since I came back to the U.S. in August 1987, he hasn’t written a single letter to anyone.

typewriter with glass sides -2Everyday I got a missive, typed on his newsroom typewriter, telling me about his day, week, what was going on in the news and his world. Telling me what a great person I am. It was a bushel of positive support. Given my circumstances living in Jerusalem with an abusive and none-too-bright jerk … it raised my spirits significantly and was the fuel on which I was able to keep going.

He came to visit for a week once. Interesting timing. It was my son’s (his Godson’s) Bar Mitzvah. Also the week the War in Lebanon started. Garry didn’t come alone, but was in the company of my son’s father (my first husband) — also Garry’s best friend.

The war came one night. We couldn’t go up North. Channel 7 — run then as now by a bunch of morons — refused to believe his scoop that a war had begun in the Middle East. Because it wasn’t on the wires yet. What IS the definition of a scoop?

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So we didn’t get up north, but I toted him all over Jerusalem and Bethlehem — anywhere we could go without being blocked by tanks or troop movements.

When finally, my life in Israel burned to ashes, Garry was there to welcome me home and glue me back together. The rest, as they say, is history.

For just short of 9 years, I was across an ocean. Somehow we grew closer. Older, too. More appreciative of the relationship we had that somehow we hadn’t appreciated before I left.

Pretty soon (skipping past the complexities of him extracting one girl friend from his apartment and me getting a legal Israeli divorce while living in the U.S.), we got married.

We have rarely been apart for me than a few days since then, not counting my multiple incarcerations in hospitals for one or another near-death experience.


Destiny. It gets you. You can run, but you cannot hide. I wasn’t running or hiding, but somehow, Garry and I kept passing each other on the way to yet another wrong relationship.

These days, I’m happy as a clam right where I am. Amazed that somehow, through time, space, and the weird twists of life’s path, we ended up where we belong. I’m not going anywhere. This time, it’s till death do us part.


Just when I think this subject has been dealt with, finished, over and done … it pops back up again. For reasons that remain a bit murky to me, a few large software and other organizations still believe the tablets and mobile phones are going to replace computers. Laptops and desktops … gone. Everything now gets done on tiny little thingamabobs.

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About four years ago, tablets were the thing. Articles everywhere explained why tablets — and other small devices — would replace computers. The laptop and desktop are dead! The techno-pundits agreed: no one would need a computer because everything would be done on a small, portable device.

The short-sightedness of that statement still echoes in the air. Of course it didn’t happen. Sure, everyone bought a tablet. Or two or more. But no one threw out their computer, either. Turns out that each device has a purpose and an appropriate use. It isn’t and never will be “either-or.”

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I don’t have anything against portable devices. I have a smart phone. Sometimes, I even use it. I have a couple of tablets and have had as many as four, including an iPad. I didn’t like the iPad (gasp!) and gave it to my granddaughter who had a valid need for it in school. The others, I passed on to people who didn’t already have a tablet or three. The price of tablets has dropped so much — frequently offered free when you buy a cell phone or laptop — it’s getting hard to give them away.

I have a terrific gaming 14-inch laptop on which I’m working right now. I also have a desktop with a big HD monitor. I rarely use the desktop, but I keep it because you never know. Garry has one too. Ditto.

The big desktop monitor is a touch screen. It used to go nuts if a fly or a mosquito walked across it. I eventually gave up and turned the touch functionality off. It was a viciously difficult angle at which to use ones fingers, especially if you have a semblance of fingernails. It killed my wrists and shoulders.


Not much, actually. The little ones are good for checking email and making brief responses … and sending texts. Taking a quick glance at a website. Reading a book. Looking at (but not editing) pictures. Listening to music.


The ability to create anything or do any actual work. Too small for a spreadsheet. Without a keyboard, no writer would try to do anything longer than a paragraph or a quick typo fix.

And then there’s the inaccuracy. You cannot edit a photograph — or anything really using a touchscreen.

my office and desktop computer


Those who extol mini devices as a total computer solution have never designed a book, made a movie, edited a photograph, used Photoshop (or any Adobe product), converted a book to a PDF or edited a manuscript. I know this because it’s impossible. All other problems aside, little devices are too small.

This is not my opinion. It’s fact. Mac, PC, Android, Linux — size matters. You can argue this until you’re blue in the face. It won’t change anything. Oh, and some of us really can’t read tiny type. Like more than half the population, for example. Far-sighted people and anyone over 40. Just saying.


I read an article that explained how you can type just fine on a virtual keyboard. No, you can’t.

tablets kindle iPad


I like choice. I like having different devices for specific tasks. You can’t replace everything with one thing  and there’s no reason you should.

Diversity makes life interesting. We don’t have to go to the same church, read the same books, believe the same stuff … or use the same computer

One size never fits all.