Tashkent - A Birthplace I Don`t Remember
I now live in Bayonne, N.J., less than two-thirds of a degree south of Tashkent or to put it another way, I now live about 41 miles south of where I was born latitude-wise in a sort of Geographical Kismet. 
I now live in Bayonne, N.J., less than two-thirds of a degree south of Tashkent or to put it another way, I now live about 41 miles south of where I was born latitude-wise in a sort of Geographical Kismet. The Rabbi, The Mullah and the Nun
One of my earliest memories is the train ride from Poland to Germany when I was 3 years old. I recall vividly that it was very late at night and some of the travelers in the car were trying to figure out how to turn off the light in the ceiling because they wanted to go to sleep. A Thankful Immigrant
I just finished baking two blueberry pies, brining the turkey and getting supplies in preparation for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. My family never, ever fails to celebrate this holiday. It happens that every year, on the day before Thanksgiving, I am reminded of the day I came to America.
Mother was right but she never said anything about Muslims
My mother warned me not to take candy from a stranger. This might be the man she was talking about. But danger isn't always so obvious.Muslim Games
In American culture every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings. In Islam, every time a bomb explodes a martyr gets to bang a couple of happy, willing virgins. the Copacabana will never close
I was 5 years old when my mother first started going to the original Copa in 1950. The one that just closed on West 34th Street was but a mere replica of the original on East 60th Street. Lions and Tigers and Bears and Me
There are about a dozen memories I have of my childhood before we came to America in December of 1949. I know that most people have trouble recalling much of their lives before they turned five, but I was fortunate that my mother took loads of photos of me as a child.We Swam Naked Back in the 1950s
There were only boys and men at the Y so when you went swimming it was butt naked. The lifeguard would check you over when you came in to make sure you took a shower before coming in to swim. You had to show the bottoms of your feet to show they were clean as well.My Mother Loved Shoes
My mother loved shoes. I mean she loved shoes.
When the war ended in 1945 my father left Uzbekistan with two hundred thousand dollars sown into two of my mother's fur coats. The bills were larger in dimension than our present notes and made the coats weigh about 4 pounds heavier each.
Summer Poem - June 1950
It was one of those bright sunny days that feel so good when you seek shelter under the canopy of a large, well-endowed tree [I'm such a keyword whore]. At first I thought the tree was bleeding leaves. I saw these green, hairy, finger-like insects carpeting the entire bark of one tree. 
