Scott's Blog

The drive from New York City to Westport, Connecticut to visit our grandparents took one of two routes: the Connecticut Turnpike or the Merritt Parkway. Though comparable in distance and…

Tuesday, October 13, 1981, appeared to be like any other school day: wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and catch the school bus. And essentially that's what happened. I went…

Mom insisted that her children follow some basic principles or precepts that she reiterated throughout childhood and which I still abide by: Don't use the N-word. Always wear a seat…

Growing up, education was always important to Mom, and ultimately became her profession for over forty years. An oft-mentioned teaching job that Mom desired was Reading Teacher, running a full-time…

After I turned four, Mom enrolled me in New York City's Pre-K program while we lived in Manhattan, I believe in the same building as the local elementary. I can…

My uncle was a professional magician whom amazed us with his tricks: he once "guillotined" his mother, my grandmother, slicing the carrot under her neck without any injury to her,…

When I was perhaps thirteen years old, Mom took most (all?) of her children to Preston for whomever's doctor's appointment. Though Preston was - and still is - a small…

The annual Middle School Carnival was an afternoon of early-teen debauchery: play games, win prizes blow off steam and, most importantly, skip classes. Each game cost so many tickets for…

This is more a story told to me than a direct memory, less about Mom than Mom's reaction. My three younger siblings had not started school when Mom took her…

My parents were against the United States' involvement in the Vietnam War and, at least once, attended a anti-war rally. I say at least once confidently because I went with.…