Leaving West 83rd Street

It’s 2016 and I have happily arrived at sixty six years of age with the many stories of a lifetime and lots of baggage. ‎

So begins the journey of my blog, linking my distant past through my middle age to the present me.

I am prepared to share with you what brought me to this particular present and the details of what that present looks like.

We will travel from West 83rd Street in Manhattan to Long Island, NY, to Forest Hills, Queens. Sometimes the links will be quite obvious. At other times clarity will not be easily achieved; there is a path and we will make this trip together.

“Leaving West 83rd Street” will be filled with stories in the form of essays, some very short, some relatively short; some for you to read for your pleasure, and some for you to read and perhaps think upon.

Here at the beginning allow me to provide you with some basic facts :

I have lived in 8 decades, from the end of the 40’s through to the present. I was taken home from the hospital to 222 West 83rd Street and didn’t leave West 83rd Street for any significant amount of time until just after my 29th

  • I went to public schools through my master’s degree. I have an older sister. Dad died just before my 21st birthday and mom when I was 44.
  • I married in 1978 and divorced 29 years later. I have three remarkable children and, so far, two amazing grandchildren.
  • I have worked in drug programs and multiple psychiatric hospitals. I had the most fun when I was public affairs director at a now closed hospital in Suffolk County, NY

Some of what you will read here has been published elsewhere; it’s all my work, my story, my becoming.

Please join the journey and feel free to comment.

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HERE’S A LINK TO THE BOOK PUBLISHED IN LATE 2022:

 https://a.co/d/1p323BE

FLYING

When I was a kid I flew on the Eastern Airlines shuttle with no fear.  Now in my seventies I found myself afraid. I was to be headed to a family vacation, everybody – children, grandchildren, their mother/grandmother.  At least six, possibly seven, years had passed since I last flew anywhere.  But it wasn’t the…

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Medicine

I haven’t written anything in quite a while. Have you wondered why? So have I. Could it be laziness? How about writer’s block? Maybe thoughts that my readers have lost interest and why bother? Maybe some kind of depression? Between 25 and 30 years ago I found myself driving home on Rockaway Turnpike by Kennedy…

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SEXUALITY

I was raised as a boy and grew up to be a man. Among my best friends, at all ages, were girls and women. I have often felt in touch with my feminine side and believe that all men have one (denied or not).  What is going on around sexuality today is quite disturbing for…

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36 thoughts on “Leaving West 83rd Street”

  13. Really enjoy your writing! We are close in age. I lived at 219 W81 Street, attended P.S.9 and 44′. We moved to Forest Hills in 1967. I particularly liked that you worked at Irving’s Candy Store. You can see Irving’s in “The Naked City” episode
    ; “Alive and Still a Second Lieutenant”.

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  15. A Blog! I am surprised but perhaps not… You’re a theater man, after all, of course, your manifesto will be new age and written in the form of a blog. It will have a life after death, you’re forever memorialized. I love it!
    I followed~ #myfriendKen

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  19. Just read your piece on Riverside, and loved it. I grew up at 51 W. 83rd St. as of 1971, and most of my neighborhood friends went to PS9 and then IS44. I look forward to reading more of your work!

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  23. I sent an email on March 22nd with pictures entitled “sort of not corona related…”. today I read your entry on building the kiosk and thought you might enjoy this note from what seems like years ago.

    “I was walking the deserted street on the way back home from Zabar’s when I noticed a kiosk on west 83rd street. It was somewhat familiar but I hadn’t paid much attention to it before. Of course not, because after all before (BC?) the street was crowded with fast moving people and I too would have hustled with the bags. Plus the folk may well have obscured my view. Today none of these things applied so I went closer and saw beautiful, heartbreaking watercolors and drawings of The Lost Synagogues of Europe. I also learned the history of the kiosk which you can read in in one of the photos.

    The sun was shining, the air was cold even through my mask (yes, my mask) and things were somewhat surreal admiring the pictures and reconciling them with the chilling captions.”

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  24. The clarity, the sincerity… I dunno.. but I am looking forward to reading your posts. And I am gonna start way back in 2016 and slowly make my way up. In advance..Thanks for choosing to share your stories (-:

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