Our world is a miracle, nothing less. The ideal combination of gases that we call air, the plentiful liquid water and the resulting remarkable diversity of life…all nothing short of miraculous. Indeed, our planet is a lifeboat in the vastness of space. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that ever more clearly. We need to take care of this planet but we’ve done more to pollute it than all the generations of man before combined. If we ruin this place, there is no other for mankind. Don’t let the dreams of colonizing Mars or some other mythical place fool you – that simply won’t happen as anyone who knows the science will tell you. This is it!
The Story So Far…
Where it all began. With Mom, Mineola NY, 1959 My mother was truly inspirational to me, the smartest person I’ve ever known. She was born July 16, 1928 and passed away January 3, 2012 after a long battle with Parkinson’s. Along the way, she escaped depression era poverty growing up in hardscrabble Elizabeth NJ with the help of her beloved mother Divina Malanga and a loving family, ultimately earning a PhD, teaching at a variety of universities including NYU, Columbia, Pace, William Patterson College and others (and to her great satisfaction, a guest lecture spot at Harvard). She was the foremost scholar in the world of the New York legitimate theater (“Broadway” to the rest of us), curator of the Museum of the City of New York Theater Collection, member of the Tony Awards committee, writer of numerous books on the theater. And she was an incredible, loving mom to her three boys. Always missed and never far from my thoughts. Mom was featured in a New York Times obituary, a well deserved honor.
Christmas with my Brothers 1962. Rockville MD. Christmas was always wonderful in our home. Santa, as usual, got all the credit but it was mom and dad that made it real. I have very fond memories of waking up just after my parents had gone to bed to sneak down and look at the tree. Some how the living room went from empty to full of presents in an instant…and the cookies were gone from the table! We wanted to believe long after we had figured out the truth!
Fall of 1979, age 20. I was on the last leg of the longest hitchhike of my life, from UVa in Charlottesville, Virginia to Granville, OH to return to Denison University for homecoming. I had gone to Denison my freshman year. Lots of adventures along the way. I would not do it again!
Tokyo, Japan. 2007 My first trip to Asia, which included stops in Hong Kong and mainland China, for the B&W Group. I logged many miles over the next decade. My fascination with our world was only increased.
Old Furnace State Park. Killingly, CT 2017 2017 was an eventful year with the loss of my dad (my mother having passed in 2012), a dear friend and a career change. I am a born optimist, however, and accept the trials and greatly appreciate all the joys of life.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.” – Mark Twain