Updates
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So, anyone considering going to our 15th reunion? Cheesy themes and ugly websites aside, I’m potentially interested in attending, to see long-lost friends and to get into NYC to visit my terrific aunt Christie. But, before I commit myself and my very reluctant husband, I wanted to check to see who was thinking of coming.…
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I have spent a fair bit of time in south Florida, my family purchased a condo there in the late 70s. When I was a kid, we’d visit go to Parrot Jungle, Monkey Jungle, the snake place (Serpentarium?), Lion Country Safari, all the crazy kid places. We also spent a fair bit of time in…
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Continuing in the vein of the Art of War, I read Naples ’44: A World War II Diary of Occupied Italy on the plane today. I brought it along with me to Florida because it was a thin volume, eminently packable, and because my sister, who gave it to me for Christmas off my Amazon…
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I finally got to The Art of War. I had been intrigued by this book for a while. Tony Soprano praised it in one of the first seasons of the Sopranos. Someone else recommended it to me as a book for people interested in management. Maybe I’m just unimaginative, but most of The Art of…
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I have had a short email conversation with a writer, Arianne Cohen, who is writing a book on being a tall woman. I have been meaning to write about this myself, so I’m posting most of my responses here, in lieu of a more thoughtful blog entry. I’d written her to say that I would…
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I’ve always been a football fan. I grew up in the midwest in a family of University of Michigan graduates. I had no choice about which team and which sport. Grandpa Greiling’s 1974 Christmas Card, I’m the tallest of the little ones. Dad used to tell stories of his high school football career, ended with…