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Walter’s hot dogs

My mother will be 89-years-old this year, and during a recent visit I suggested we rent a car, drive to New Rochelle from Manhattan, and take a look at the house she grew up in. I’d never seen the house at 10 Argyle Avenue, and... Continue

Taxpertise tips for an injured spouse

Dear Bonnie: I read your last column about getting your dependents before the ex could take them with great interest. But I have something of a different situation and it’s with my current spouse, not an ex. I wonder if you can help me. Because... Continue

Nuclear disaster: the folly of duck and cover

One of the strangest experiences while flying across the continental U.S. happens above Wyoming, South Dakota, Nebraska and Kansas; soaring six miles above, one looks down upon networks of old missile silos. The networks stretch for many miles; narrow access roads lead to graded sections... Continue

The decline of penmanship

From time to time I get a hand-written note or letter from older women about a column I’ve written. Rarely are such letter writers critical, and I enjoy knowing that my writing is appreciated. What’s always of interest to me, though, is the lovely and... Continue

Kibble for people: an update

Since I launched my Kibble for People idea last year in this paper things have really moved along. In case you missed that column, Kibble for People is my latest billion-dollar idea. Pibble, as it will now be called, is the fully-nutritional, out-of-the-bag, one-flavor-only food... Continue

Democracy of make-believe

In the Middle East, authoritarian leaders in power for many decades are being challenged by the young and disenfranchised. During their rule, these leaders enriched themselves, their families and their friends while exercising police-state control over ordinary citizens. This accumulation of wealth by the few... Continue

The Panopticon

In the movie Minority Report, while the hero (played by Tom Cruise) walks through a subway corridor his iris’ are scanned and advertising specifically geared to his interests appears on video billboards visible only to him. While this seems mildly futuristic, I want to emphasize... Continue

The Bull of Brooklyn

As a bull facing certain death stubbornly raises its head one last time, kicks up dust and charges the Matador, so my Brooklyn-born father faced his own end; ninety-one years old, and he truly thought he’d never die. “Why is this happening to me?” he... Continue

About love

“You are a very strange man.” My wife Norma is smiling at me and gently shaking her head. Her comment follows my latest effort at romance. “Inherent non-locality means that when we kiss the entire universe is involved,” is what I said. Admittedly, this does... Continue