Monday, August 1, 2016

Pre-Facebook Milford



Nancy Herman, her family and I go way back as they say. Her father, Mister Herman to me, was my Principle at Milford High. I swear he was the most intelligent and charming authority figure in my life. Now if this was a movie I was writing I would cut to Vice Principle Pug Lund throwing me out of school, just like Priciple Micheal Vanacore did at Central Grammar. All the while in the background John Mellencamp belted out his Authority Song.

Suffice it to say that I knew Nancy Herman in the pre-Facebook era, even before the 'Like' button was invented. I love it that Nancy was the only one of my Facebook friends that 'Liked' my posting of a 70s graphic "I never expect my friends to be interested in what I do."

I don't believe any of us realize the influence local newspaper have had on who we are and how we can't have an objective view about politics and gender.




From "Ma" Fecker of The Milford Star story to the "Moslems Threaten To Kill" headlines of the Milford Citizen local newspapers create the foundation for some of our prejudice.You can see why some people would fear and hate Iranians and you could imagine what people would do to "Ma" Fecker's name nowadays.

Friday, July 29, 2016

Milford, CT to New York City. Milford, CT to Paris, France.

Walking the two bock to the train station from my Center Street home and hopping on a train to Grand Central Station, as a teenager was a door that opened and would never close again. As a blue collar kid, who got to go to Europe, even if it was with the YMCA, at the age of 16 just blew those door apart.
Taking a train got me from Jackie Gleason to Walter Keane.  Taking an ocean liner took me to meet Venus in Paris. I went to the Olympics in Rome; saw the Pope; made out with some Italian girl in some park, oh fuck the closest thing that even comes near what I'm saying is Dylan's When I Paint My Masterpiece