It has been a tearfully confounding few days for those who imagined a life of elation for that man privileged to travel and eat anywhere in the world, to dine in places high and low, to taste cuisines in remote outposts, and consume foods prepared by experts in professional kitchens, or cooked on stoves…
Weaker, yet still alive, still able to speak, Louise M. Hurvitz was in her wheelchair, in the sunshine near the glistening Marina boats, when she told me she wanted to eat a steak. That was on Monday, August 18th. She ate a hamburger that night, and a slice of pizza on Tuesday night. She was…
1955 Chicago Hurvitz, originally uploaded by Here in Van Nuys. The 20th Century died 11 years ago, and now some of my most beloved family from that epoch, are dying, fading off, and exiting. And I hardly had a chance to get acquainted. Born two years after the Versailles Treaty ended WWI, before Lindbergh crossed…
My father died April 13, 2009. Since that day, I have kept his wallet inside a white ceramic vase on a square table next to my bed. To hold another person’s wallet, without their consent, even when they are dead, seems a violation. And what possession is more personal than a wallet? Like the expired…
