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”

50 Years On: The Childhood I (Inadvertently) Forgot

Fifty years – a half-century – have come and gone since my childhood in Colombia ended, and my American childhood resumed after a six-year span of time away from my hometown of Miami, Florida. My family’s unexpected “reverse migration” from Bogota, Colombia’s Andean capital city, in the spring of 1972 was precipitated by a cerebralContinue reading “50 Years On: The Childhood I (Inadvertently) Forgot”