http://Great memories and this brings me back to a 13 year old Johnny who was at young zionist camp and had discovered a gross sense of acne to my horror as well as Bob Dylan.Revolution was stirring and i felt very restless and totally bored ! The camp had a hunt the next day where […]
Tales From a Red Diaper Baby This was on the Spanish island of Formentera last year.The funny thing is this was brought to a vegetarian pot luck dinner at a friends 100 year old farmhouse and we ate under the fig trees .I just wanted the photo op .Got Pig ? OMIG I almost posted […]
Spanish morning and i walked the 3 miles into town ,past hard scrabble land formed by stone walls that have seen invaders and pirates for a 1000 years ,past roosters crowing as the sun is rising i am treading these ancient roads plied by Phoenecians from Tunisia and Romans and Jews and Vandals and barbarians.Earth […]
As you might know by now I’m leaving on Friday for Spain to live there for a number of months this summer. One of the places I’m going to is Cordoba on mainland Spain and for me there’s a big reason and it is that this .book is one my father gave to me when […]
Here it is boys and girls,finally a picture of the most feared gang in Cote St Luc in Montreal ! The notorious Lipsin Gang .My brother Big Man Brian is on the left,the three Stevens who all lived next door to each other are on both sides of me .To the right was Morris Grintuch […]
The sounds of a steel drum conjures up a memory for me of course.When i was a little shit of 13 i volunteered to bring attendance reports to the office in high school which meant i could add my name at will and skip when i wanted .It was also the start of a lucrative […]
i bought the record for a dollar at the flea market in Marin City just near the Golden Gate Bridge and Sausalito.I was living in Stinson Beach and was Jerry Garcia’s gardener at the time.It was a cold foggy sunday morning and i lit a fire and played this sucker over and over again.
Montreal for me has a strong hold even though i have not lived there for years.When i go back something washes over me,a sense of roots.I tend to walk a lot and i enjoy walking the city from Atwater market to Jean Talon .From the McGill ghetto to the Main.From the lions statues at the […]
Last week for the first time i visited the graves of my grandparents ,my Bobbie and Zaidie (yiddish) while i was in Montreal. As i stared at their gravestones many feelings washed over me .These are my roots ,my origins,my heart buried there with them .These are the people who fostered in me a love […]
I drew this picture when I was 6 years old I just found it recently and I googled the original just now and this is the first time I have seen it since I was 10 when our house burned down and the painting burnt down with it This is very exciting for me !!!!