The headline was brief, Composer Norman Schultze Dies. Had there not been a semicolon followed by a second line, he would have passed it by. He had never heard of Norman Schultze, ignorant, as he was, of most modern composers. It was the second line which jogged his memory, Wrote WWII Hit ?Lili Marleen’ . …
The trees, glowing in colors golden and red, now stand barren. Fading splashes of color, nervous in the wind, skitter across lawn and highway, burrowing into nooks and corners, tucked safely from the reach of garden rake. No longer a source of amusement for smaller ones, the leaves are unceremoniously tucked into plastic bags, or …
The revelation was not immediate. It did not come to him overnight as it did to the protagonist in Kafka’s Metamorphosis. It came as bits of information. Obscure hints, the odd clue, nagged at the edges of his consciousness for months. Odd scraps that would intrude on his thinking occasionally, often in the small hours …
Psychologists tell us that certain key skills, talking for example, must be learned by a certain age or they can never be learned. If a person, born deaf, never learned to vocalize and had his hearing been restored as an adult, the chances are that he would never learn to talk. So it is, it …
As he jogged along, he asked himself why he was doing this. It was cold and every muscle was complaining. He could be sitting at home, snug, with a nice hot cup of tea. Yet, here he was, pounding along the pavement in the late afternoon. The overcast sky, a uniform gray, promised snow and …
