A new literary magazine called Dulcet is scheduled to be launched on November 12. I am proud to be among the authors featured in its inaugural issue with my short story “Sixth Man” — one of 47 writers who made the cut out of over 1,800 stories submitted. The editors have high hopes and ambitions … Continue reading An Interview with Frank Diamond
By Frank Diamond [ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN NOVEMBER, 2005 IN THE PHILADELPHIA EVENING BULLETIN.] As apropos for the night before Thanksgiving, something not too filling: A tale related third-hand. I don’t often pay full attention to the homilies on Sunday — a reflection more on my poor concentration than on the quality of the speeches. However, … Continue reading So Very Much To Be Thankful For
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written for the Philadelphia Evening Bulletin in 2005. Long before COVID-19. A different time. A different world, even. It ran with a different headline. I bumped into Al Durante at about 5:30 one morning at the Dunkin’ Donuts on East Lincoln Highway in Langhorne. I don’t quite remember all the details. … Continue reading The Opposite of Social Distancing
“This is the bitterest pain among men, to have much knowledge but no power.” — Herodotus This profound, timeless quote — a touchstone of many experiencing dark nights of the soul — makes me think that Herodotus must have coached softball. Specifically, he must have coached his 11-year-old daughter’s junior varsity softball team and watched, … Continue reading Field of Schemes
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS COLUMN RAN IN THE PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER IN 2003 OR THERE ABOUTS. Chances are you knew the place. Maybe you’d wandered in lost, looking for the way to Route 1 or I-95. Or maybe you were a regular, who buzzed in and out several times a week. Part of the routine. No one … Continue reading Attention Must Be Paid to a Quiet, Decent Man’s Life
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Published in the Northeast Times in 2010. I said good-bye to factory work, and being a cook, and delivering snack food, and a lot of other kick-around jobs when I got a part-time position as a reporter with the Northeast Times in 1984. I would stay for a year and now remember, as … Continue reading Remembering My First Newspaper Boss: Marilyn Schaefer
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Published in the Philadelphia Evening Bulletin in 2005. I worked at Fleer bubble gum factory in the Logan section for three years in the late ’70s and early ’80s. That factory closed about 10 years ago and last week the Mount Laurel based Fleer was sold to its rival, Upper Deck, for $6.1 … Continue reading Gum Factory Memories Offer Some Lessons to Chew On
My grandmother died in the mid-1970s at the age of 94. She had lost a son in the Spanish influenza outbreak of 1918. Slumber visits the very old at any time of the day so that dreams and reality begin to merge, like cream and the tea that it’s been poured into. However, some facts … Continue reading Hard Lessons of the Deadly Flu Epidemic of 1918
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN THE PHILADELPHIA EVENING BULLETIN IN DECEMBER 2006. It is about 325 steps, depending upon the length of your stride, from the door of the tavern, to a wedge of hallowed ground at the corner of Flowers and Bellevue avenues. Here, in Langhorne Borough, rests the gravesite of approximately — by the local … Continue reading Unknown Winter Soldiers Not Forgotten
When Herb Denenberg referred to me as a friend in one of his columns, I felt honored. Herb and I had been email correspondents for about five or six years when we were both columnists at the Philadelphia Bulletin. I moved on when that newspaper transitioned from a five-day-a-weeker to a weekly last summer. Herb … Continue reading Remembering Herb Denenberg
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS ARTICLE WAS PUBLISHED ON MONDAY, MAY 1, 2000, IN THE PHILADELPHIA DAILY NEWS. A Vietnam story The Vietnam War ended for the United States 25 years ago yesterday. As other wars have, it left a lasting mark on the country and the world. And on families. More than 58,000 American men and … Continue reading ‘God … said no’
Dementia has robbed him of function. Caring for him has left her in debt. But she has never forgotten the man she married. A part of her seems etched in his brain, too.
As school closes, Vietnam memorial needs a new home.
