Big Apple, Outer Space and Young Life Stories

Big Apple, Outer Space and Young Life Stories

“There it is! There it is! That’s Sputnik!”  My father and I were on the roof of our upper west side apartment in Manhattan in October of 1957, when I was 6 years old, gazing upwards at a what looked like a tiny star flying very slowly across the night sky, far...
I Could Get Lost In A Closet

I Could Get Lost In A Closet

“We don’t serve people with long hair and dirty clothes!” I had just spent a week in magnificent alpine solitude in the Alaska Basin in Grand Teton National park with my friend Steve Wolf.  After descending from the heights we hitch hiked to Jackson, Wyoming and...
Less Is More, More Or Less

Less Is More, More Or Less

Is it colder in the winter or in the mountains? This absurdist Zen koan of a question was asked of me by Steve Shelly, a friend who I met when I was going to school in France. Steve was from Red Bluff, California, a small town near the top of California’s enormous 400...
Travels, Travails and Tribulations

Travels, Travails and Tribulations

“Well, you just go right on over and straight up!”  My friend Jay asked a gas station attendant how to get to our hotel on the shores of Moosehead Lake in northern Maine, where we were trying to find our lodgings for a friend’s wedding on a nearby island, when we...
The Weird, The Wild, And The Wonderful

The Weird, The Wild, And The Wonderful

“Look at the beautiful shadows my tits are making on the ceiling!” I was at a party at John’s house in Sausalito when a woman who was dancing and was very drunk or high, probably both, took off her top, picked up a lamp, took off the lamp shade and held the bulb under...
Notable Notes of Note

Notable Notes of Note

“ Mark, you’ll have your first piano recital at Juilliard in two weeks.” When I was ten years old, my piano teacher was a wonderful young Japanese woman named Mieyae Ogeso. She was kind, patient and endlessly encouraging and was a student at the Julliard School of...