Tag Archives: 1950s

My All-American Friend

My Real Memoir Stevie was my first “normal” friendship. I put normal in quotes because it’s no longer considered appropriate. Personally, I’ve never been normal in any rational sense of the word, but Stevie was. I mean, heck, he had … Continue reading

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An Ode to Hamburgers (sort of)

Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) This will be my last food memoir. Unless it isn’t. Even as I type, possibilities are appearing in the Magic 8-Ball window of my memory (Q. “Are there other foods I should write … Continue reading

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