A Day in the Life of a Historian
Let me begin my story by saying that those in my line of work neither seek nor prefer being in the spotlight for any reason. People like me are happy…

Let me begin my story by saying that those in my line of work neither seek nor prefer being in the spotlight for any reason. People like me are happy…
So, how was my night at the Riverside, you may ask? I received the call from Bitsy – urgent, as usual. (Why is everything always urgent with her? My goodness.)…
At NYU, we called Willis “the workhorse” because if you needed anything at all – a move, a new muffler for your car, a date for a wedding … whatever…
Early morning breakfast plans with Mercury, and I have too much on my mind … I hate to say I told you so, dear daughter of mine, but I told…
I can remember as a kid when Mother would drag me by the hand through this dining room, chatting with everyone as she walked through, showing me off when people…
It takes exactly 100 steps for me to walk from my desk to the Riverside – 103 if you count the steps from its front door to the bar. On…
My Dearest Elyse, I am still without words, for my love for you was the most real thing to ever happen to me. Now that it’s gone, the void in…
Mother used to watch soap operas – the Young & the Restless, Guiding Light, and One Life to Live were her favorites. I think she ducked in and out of…
I step outside the Riverside, and the pending winter greets me. The sun is down and the wind is gusting off the river. These walks do me good. I love…
Thankless. That is how people in this town are – thankless. No one will ever admit that I was right, that bringing in Theodora and her therapy crew was the…