Trivial Pursuits: What Would 1972 Me Think About My 2022 World?

Well, Dear Reader, here I am again, posting on A Certain Point of View, Too a mere two hours after posting another mini-memoir Tempus Fugit piece about my memories of the summer of 1972. In between then and now, I had a late brunch (two fried eggs, four slices of toasted bread, and three mugsContinue reading “Trivial Pursuits: What Would 1972 Me Think About My 2022 World?”

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”

Tempus Fugit: Remembering the Dog Days of Summer – 1972 Edition

As the Dog Days of summer – July 3 to August 11 – draw ever nearer to an end (until, next year), I find myself trying to remember more details from my first summer in Florida after Mom and I returned from Bogota in mid-spring of 1972. Until this Golden Anniversary year, I had notContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering the Dog Days of Summer – 1972 Edition”

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”

Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, July 31, 2022, or: Waving ‘Goodbye’ to My Least Favorite Month of the Year

“Then came July like three o’clock in the afternoon, hot and listless and miserable.” ― Allie Ray, Holler Well, here we are, on a sunny midsummer morning in Florida, bidding goodbye to not just another weekend, but the scorching, humid, and often stormy month of July as well. Last night I ended up watching ApolloContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, July 31, 2022, or: Waving ‘Goodbye’ to My Least Favorite Month of the Year”

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 1972, or: More Fragmented Memories from 50 Summers Ago

“Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones 50 summers ago, I was almost nine-and-a-half years old and getting accustomed to living in the hot, humid, and often rainy conditions in Miami after living for six years in the colder climate of Bogota, Colombia, a huge metropolisContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: July 1972, or: More Fragmented Memories from 50 Summers Ago”

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”