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PublishedJanuary 4, 2013
ON THE EDGE: Avoid it like the plague
It’s here. If you don’t have it, the guy next to you in line at the market or sitting in the next chair at the barber shop does. They all have the same excuse, “Don’t worry, I’m over it now.”
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PublishedDecember 28, 2012
ON THE EDGE: Return to abnormal
I miss John Boehner. I miss Harry Reid, “Plan B” and Eric Cantor. I even miss Donald Trump and Mitt. I miss the terrible anxiety of the fiscal cliff, and the push and shove of the hordes rushing through the mall. This week I pulled back the sheets to reveal that I am not only a political junkie, but an unabashed stress junkie.
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PublishedDecember 14, 2012
ON THE EDGE: Oh, for a silent night
Is there any truth to the rumor that the CIA used “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” as a torture device when interrogating prisoners? An apocryphal tale perhaps, but I can see its value.
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PublishedNovember 30, 2012
ON THE EDGE: This kind of money changes everything, ‘friends’
As you read this, you probably already know that I’ve won the $550 million Powerball lottery. There is a chance, of course, that I did not. That’s ridiculous, but I have to say it. I’m a very positive person, and have already started a list of things I’m going to do with the money.
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PublishedNovember 16, 2012
ON THE EDGE: Judy from Jersey
She was tall, Judy was, maybe 5 feet, 11 inches in her bare feet. I confess a life-long passion for tall girls. I called her Judy and she never liked it. Her name was Judith, and she insisted that everyone who knew her call her that, because she wanted to be an opera singer and Judy wouldn’t cut it.
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PublishedNovember 9, 2012
ON THE EDGE: Death by the pound
A thought: I wonder if crematoriums charge by the pound? That ran through my mind as I looked in the full-length mirror at dawn this morning. I’ve put back on a good part of the weight I had lost this spring. I think I’m becoming what they call “a full-figured lad.”
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PublishedNovember 2, 2012
ON THE EDGE: My lesson from Andre: Vote
We were the only two tenants on the fifth floor. I was the struggling actor, with a view of a street bordered with colored, discarded doors where they were tearing down our neighborhood, just down from West 67th and Columbus, a space that would soon become Lincoln Center.
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PublishedOctober 27, 2012
ON THE EDGE: This crop always arrives on time
OMG, they’re back. The gnats are gone, the mosquitos are looking for puddles and black flies are toast. But THEY are back.
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PublishedOctober 19, 2012
J.P. DEVINE: Gordon and the leaves
“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.” — Lois Lowry
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PublishedOctober 12, 2012
J.P. DEVINE: Obits as actuary table?
Here’s one. She’s 93. This must be an old picture, but 93 is a pretty good age at which to pass. It doesn’t help me much. She’s a she, and she people seem to live longer than he people.
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