Philly Tales

Kensington dads, in my era, came in all flavors. Some drank too much, others were overbearing,  and some ignored their kids. Most dads, however, di...

I once told you I have a time machine. Don’t laugh. You have one also. That time machine is my memories, coupled with my historical fiction writing...

I loved growing up in Philadelphia. My childhood street, West Wishart in Kensington, was packed with interesting people. People who still kept the ...

Kensington and Philly seemed to be designed to provide great hangouts for kids and adults alike. The numerous corner bars of that time was the equi...

For many of us, the golden age was when we were kids carefree and happy running around the streets of Kensington in Philadelphia with little or not...

I was very fortunate that by the time I was five years old, our family bought a TV. It was an RCA. We were not the first TV in the neighborhood. A ...

Valentine's Day was as an important holiday for kids as it was for adults.

I was dumbstruck and couldn’t speak. My mom walked over to me and said, “Didn’t you hear me?” She felt my head like she always did when trying to determine if I had a fever.

In 1951, we lived in a small row home on Wishart Street in the section of Philadelphia known as Kensington.

My first memory was when I was just three or four years old. It was when the family got a puppy. Her name was Bonnie, and she was a funny little re...

One cannot fully comprehend how the synapses of the human brain work, but the result is often magical. It certainly was for me on this day.

One Thanksgiving I will never forget! My grandmother and mother were both great cooks. Year after year the made the best holiday dinners. One Thank...