At the Wall - 1986
Not long ago, while walking from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial on a family visit to the capital, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a swiftly approaching hooded assailant.
He was on me in an instant, but I managed to grab his right arm and fling him to the ground before he could deliver a blow. He bounced up as I tried to tackle him, leaving me sprawled on the ground.
Family - 2016
“I can’t take this anymore,” I snarled.
The roads were packed and the 1010 WINS traffic lady said the wait at the Holland Tunnel was more than an hour.
“Let’s just forget about going into the city and get off here,” said Laura. “We’ll find a place to eat and then go home.”
Rumors - 2011
In July of 1971, when my father was just short of his sixty-ninth birthday, he had a massive heart attack and died. His death was not unexpected; he had rheumatic fever as a child, which left his heart damaged and vulnerable.
“I wish it could be me,” said the oldest of his four immigrant brothers, at the funeral home, tears streaming down his face. My sisters and I had not seen death this close before and we like our uncles, grieved openly. READ MORE