Perhaps two small things, lost and found, provide a tenuous connection to times and places and family members that are lost forever, except in memory.
This Fall, I returned to Shanghai, China for the first time in more than 32 years. Needless to say, I hardly recognized the place.
Of the many blessings I received in 2018, the greatest was the wonderful milestone birthday celebration (“the BIG one”) held at Music Hall Detroit on May 22.
Yesterday, as I was walking through town reflecting on the movie “The Green Book,” I remembered an article I wrote back in 2003 that recalled one of my own experiences with travel in the racially segregated South.
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