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Scam, Bam, Thank You Ma’am
I have always admired NY police. When my 60s-era peers were shouting “Off the pig,” I was saying Thank you to the officers with whom I had encounters. One lovely transit policeman saved me from a potentially dangerous (and embarrassing) choice my 18-year-old brain let me make; another gave his own pocket cash to the…
A Mighty Pulse — Music and The History of Sound
The folk music in A History of Sound resonates as my mother’s cello did. This film conveys music’s true weight, a weight that cannot be spoken. It must be heard.
Memoir Moment — Holiday Sister Blues
What was a new baby anyway? I had dolls. Silent, inert, boring. One drank from a small plastic bottle and expelled water from a hole between its legs. Most uninteresting. If that’s what a baby was, I wanted no part of it.
