I’m headed to the beach with friends next week for an end-of-the-summer blow-out. And it’s a safe bet that while I’m there that someone at some point will produce a joint.

First of all, I must say at the outset that I didn’t attend Woodstock in the summer of ’69.

Remember Y2K in 2000? We awaited the malfunction of computers, electric grids, and so much more, yet not a thing happened.

For the third time today, different people have told me to “cut and paste” something.

Let me set the stage, because this is where it all began.

Saturday night, circa 1960-something.

Frank McCourt died earlier this week. This one is strangely personal for me. Although I attended Stuyvesant High School, I missed Mr.

Every warranty form, every survey, every ‘new patient’ form requests the same information. What is your occupation?

On July 20, 1969, at about 7 in the morning Western European time, I was comfortably snoozing away in a rented bedroom in Florence, Italy, when there came a thunderous pounding at the door. “Get up!

We are celebrating the anniversary of the launch of Apollo 11 --- the NASA mission which landed a man on the moon on July 20, 1969.

In the sixties, British fashion model, Twiggy became an international sensation. With her super thin frame and huge eyes, she became the icon of our generation.