Reflections Of A Golden I After the holidays and the world is getting over its hangover, January rolls in as dismal as the weather. What to do to keep from falling into the depths of depression after the gangs all gone and you find yourself alone? Which reminds me how vigorously I had to practice, not to fall into the pit of depression while… Read More


Reflections Of A Golden I

Four decades ago when I lived in New York, green and ripe right out of college, the haven I called my own was housed in a cigar box. Home then was a one-room studio, a hotplate and a hand basin served as a kitchen. Having spent my day filing invoices for a company on the Lower Eastside, I’d come home, flip open the lid of… Read More

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