Tempus Fugit – Hurricane Andrew + 30 Edition, or: Remembering the Day After Landfall, August 25, 2022


Andrew Plus 30 As I sit here in my dimly lit bedroom/writer’s room/mancave in Lithia, Florida, it is another stifling hot late August morning where the heat seeps through the walls and warms my stocking feet underneath my desk. And even though the temperature outside is “only” 85°F/30°C, the bright subtropical sun and the highContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – Hurricane Andrew + 30 Edition, or: Remembering the Day After Landfall, August 25, 2022”

Musings & Thoughts for Wednesday, August 24, 2022, or: My Most Treasured ‘Star Wars’ Collectible


If you’re a regular reader of A Certain Point of View, Too, you know – or should know by now – that I am a Star Wars fan. Even though I did not embrace George Lucas’s original 1977 film when it went to Miami theaters in early June of 1977, I eventually came around byContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Wednesday, August 24, 2022, or: My Most Treasured ‘Star Wars’ Collectible”

Tempus Fugit – August of 1972 Edition: The End of Summer Vacation is Nigh & Back-to-School Angst


Tempus Fugit “I blinked my eyes and in an instant, decades had passed.” ― John Mark Green, Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems Fifty years ago this month, my mom, my older half-sister Vicky (who had recently rejoined us after a brief but disastrous attempt to live with our maternal grandaunt Gabriela and stay in Bogota),Continue reading “Tempus Fugit – August of 1972 Edition: The End of Summer Vacation is Nigh & Back-to-School Angst”

Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory


“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.” ― Guy de Maupassant As the Dog Days of Summer 2022 near their finale – they began on Sunday, July 3, and will end on Thursday – I am struck by the concepts of memory, howContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory”

Tempus Fugit – Dog Days of Summer 1972 Edition: Those Long, Hot Sundays of Yesteryear


It’s another scorching hot Sunday in the Tampa Bay area – outside, it’s mostly sunny and the temperature is 90°F/32°C, and the heat index is higher at 100°F/38°C. There is a huge clubhouse/pool complex that residents of the community have access to, but (a) I don’t like going there alone, and (b) the weather forecastContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – Dog Days of Summer 1972 Edition: Those Long, Hot Sundays of Yesteryear”

Tempus Fugit, Summer of 1972 Edition: Living in the ‘Here and Now’ in Sunny, Humid South Florida


“Time doesn’t really ‘march on’. It tends to tip-toe. There’s no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day, you turn around and it is gone.” ― Heather Babcock This summer – this stiflingly hot, oft sad and depressing, and quite insane Summer of ’22 – is both my 59thContinue reading “Tempus Fugit, Summer of 1972 Edition: Living in the ‘Here and Now’ in Sunny, Humid South Florida”

Tempus Fugit: Remembering the House at 1001 in Coral Estates Park


Half a century ago this week, in the Miami suburb of Westchester, my mother and I moved into the house we would call “home” for the next five years – a one-story, 1505 square foot, single-family house that sat on a 7,777 square foot lot: 1001 SW 102nd Avenue. Built in 1963, the house wasContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering the House at 1001 in Coral Estates Park”

On Books & Reading, or: Slow Progress with My TBR List is the New Reality for Me


“I cannot live without books.”  ― Thomas Jefferson Well, it’s August 1, 2022, Dear Reader. Another month has receded in life’s rear-view mirror, while another begins. As you know, I have been a reader for as long as I can remember. Even though I was born at the tail end of the Baby Boom, andContinue reading “On Books & Reading, or: Slow Progress with My TBR List is the New Reality for Me”

Tempus Fugit, or: That Endless Summer of 1972 – Transitions, Changes, and Memories


Tempus fugit. I am, as of late, preoccupied by the passage of time. Tempus fugit weighs heavily on my mind on this, my 50th consecutive summer since my mom, my older half-sister, and I moved back to the United States after living for six years in Bogota, Colombia. As you’ve probably noticed – if youContinue reading “Tempus Fugit, or: That Endless Summer of 1972 – Transitions, Changes, and Memories”

Tempus Fugit: July of 1972, or: Things I Remember from Midsummer of ’72


Tempus Fugit. It’s hard to believe, but 50 Julys ago, I was a nine-year-old boy, living in South Florida with my widowed mother in a small apartment in Sweetwater far removed from the lifestyle – and the family we left behind – we had enjoyed in Bogota, Colombia. Four months earlier, less than a weekContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: July of 1972, or: Things I Remember from Midsummer of ’72”