Looking back on various New Year's Eves throughout my history.

That's how much.

As long as I’m on the subject of going back to the Jersey Shore, it’s also important to remember that Thanksgiving is also the anniversary o

“AHahaha!”

In 1989, I went down to the Jersey Shore. I was still married to my first wife; she had taken our baby daughter and gone off to visit her mo

This is a sensitive subject. A place I long for. There has always been a place I long for—anywhere away from where I was at the time. The grass was always greener, so to speak—everything was better at the place I longed for, and so I’d act as if I was already in the place I longed for and abdicate any responsibility for things to be done in the place where I actually was. I think that the first places I longed for, which were not the places I actually was, were Wilmington, De

I’m on the other side At last, at long last, I’m entitled to a life / I’m on the other side / No more pain, no more stress, no more strife

Yes, the David Bowie song. Never much cared for Bowie. And the message in the song … well, it’s OK (and covered elsewhere). I’m not even focusing on that; just the opening chords of piano and lush strings, leading into the introductory groove. That somehow conjures up the image of approaching the Berkeley-Carteret Hotel from the northwest after eluding my parents on that Sunday that I didn’t want to go home. And then, finding myself inside the hotel, and then running into my

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the streets are knee deep in water The town’s hunkered down and everything in it is out of order The sky is storming like a flaming sword threatening to bring the skyline asunder But I’m gonna walk outside anyway and damn the lightning and the thunder I fought long and hard to be here, I think I’ve earned the right To take my place among the spirits breaking out from among the blight No use explaining to all the folks who can never understand quite

You can teach an old dog many new tricks You can play a new and different beat over the same old riffs Reggae rhythm’n’blues or rock’n’roll All you need is a crackerjack band to get that 8-ball in the hole Well now the rhythm ain’t just rock’n’roll, it’s a rolling heartbeat Gonna put the long lost jukebox heroes back into the front seat Scared of hiring street smart romantics who are tough but tender? Rock’n’roll no surrender! Let’s go crazy on a Saturday night summer of ‘82

Chapter 1. 1. These are the journeyings of Hesh Meister, also known as Heshy R, who came into the world on the eve of the twelfth day of Elul in the year 5725 from Creation, alternately known as the eighth of the month of September in the civil year 1965, at New York City in the United States of America. 2. From New York City he was brought home by his parents to Long Beach, New York, at West Olive Street. 3. He journeyed with his family from Long Beach to Bradley Beach, New

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