But Then Again, Why Mention? by Rich Paschall We all have regrets, that’s for sure. You can not lead a life without them. You may regret that first stumble and fall, if you remember it at all. You may regret… Read More ›
High school
REMEMBERING HIGH SCHOOL – Marilyn Armstrong
I had no choice about what high school I’d attend. In New York, unless you were going to one of the four or five special schools for performers (that’s where “Fame” came from, the New York School for Performing Arts)… Read More ›
THE SUMMER OF ’69 – Rich Paschall
The Golden Anniversary, by Rich Paschall There is no doubt in my cluttered mind that 1969 was the most memorable year of my life. None. Of all of the events that have happened through the years, I can not say… Read More ›
THE AUTUMN OF THE YEAR
But Now The Days Are Short, Rich Paschall When I was seventeen, it was a very good year… When I turned seventeen, I had finished my Junior year in high school and was looking forward to Senior year at a new… Read More ›
BASKING IN THE ROSY GLOW OF A REINVENTED PAST
THE ROSY GLOW OF WHAT NEVER HAPPENED The big day was coming up — my 50th high school reunion. I was not going, but somehow, I was on the mailing list. I found myself deluged with email from “The Reunion Group.” I… Read More ›
BUT NOW THE DAYS ARE SHORT
The Autumn of the Year, Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog When I was seventeen, it was a very good year… As I turned seventeen, I had finished my Junior year in high school and was looking forward to Senior Year… Read More ›
IF YOU WANT IT BAD ENOUGH
The biggest and most damaging lie we tell our kids is this: “If you want it bad enough and work really hard, you can achieve anything.” We all bought into it as kids. Even though life has taught us it’s not true,… Read More ›
HERE’S TO US … WE MADE IT!
I’m not one of those people who romanticizes the 1950s, but there are some truths worth remembering and revisiting. I grew up in a very different world. Play meant using imagination. It mean physical activity. Jump rope, hide and seek, tag,… Read More ›
Those halcyon days of yore or whatever
Now that my high school reunion has passed and I’m no longer besieged by nostalgia from a half century ago, I feel safe in saying it. I haven’t any idea in what world my classmates were living, but I’m sure… Read More ›
That Rosy Glow
With the big day coming up — the 50th high school reunion to which I am not going — I’m getting deluged with emails from The Reunion Group. I no longer read all of them, but every once in a while,… Read More ›
Avoiding the Reunion
There’s no way around it. I was not good with money, so in retirement I am not exactly where I wanted or hoped to be. That doesn’t mean I’m unhappy with my life. I’ve had a lot of fun, adventure… Read More ›
It’s that damned wormhole again …
2013 is the 50th anniversary of my high school graduation. That’s five zero. Half a century. After so many years, one might suppose my memories would be fuzzy enough that I could delude myself into believing I had fun in… Read More ›
SERENDIPITY - SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 