The Summer from Hell: Worst Trip I Ever Took

So the ad appeared as if sent by a celestial messenger: Help Wanted—Tour Leader in Europe. It was 1976, and I was out of work. I had a series of short-term jobs vaguely related to my education in broadcast journalism—a …

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(Mis)remembrance of Things Past: My Life (Not) in Coney Island

There I was, munching on a Nathan’s hot dog (relish, sauerkraut, brown mustard) and feeling the warm sun on my back, and I thought, “Why do I feel nostalgic about Coney Island, a place I had never visited until I …

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