‘You Can’t Handle The Truth’
By Larry Feinstein I was nine years old when my father died. While I was too young to understand its significance, it was indelibly tattooed on my young flesh. When I hit my early 40s, that trauma came...
View ArticleDream Catcher
By Larry Feinstein In 1986, I moved to the high desert country of the Cerrillos Flats, just south of Santa Fe, New Mexico. I lived in a little adobe house, the curvy walls filled with sand and tires,...
View ArticleMusic Never Lets You Down
By Larry Feinstein I can’t sing. I can’t dance. I hated my piano lessons. I love music. I remember sitting on the front steps of my house at 69-30 179th street in Queens, New York. A palm-size,...
View ArticleI Am Extraordinary
By Larry Feinstein Well, it looks like the title gives away a long held secret of mine. However, it is not what you think and has everything to do with its opposite, the state of being ordinary. Now,...
View ArticleInvitation to Ride
By Larry Feinstein Pack your bags; we’re going for a ride. You have to meet me in San Francisco on the afternoon of Sept. 8 because that is when we pick up our Indian Chieftain, a legendary bike,...
View ArticleI Got a Haircut
By Larry Feinstein No, I am not going to share a bizarre story with you about getting my hair cut, immediately followed by a life changing decision that I have been holding close for years. However,...
View ArticleRituals and Elephants
By Larry Feisntein Every morning around 6 a.m., whether I want to or not, I unfold out of bed. Sitting up, I pivot around to my right and place my feet on the ground. I reach down and grab my fully...
View ArticleRiding Metaphor Road
By Larry Feinstein Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. – Robert Frost I have absolutely no idea what is in store for me when I...
View ArticleThe Journey
By Larry Feinstein I knew at some point, I would actually be writing to you while on Larry’s Somewhere Under the Rainbow Motorcycle Adventure, a name I gave to this extravaganza of mine before I left....
View ArticleBoth Of Us
By Larry Feinstein I am not sure when I would have started writing again if there wasn’t a deadline for publication. It has always been important for me to do a good job, everything from getting my...
View ArticleBlame it on the Flu
By Larry Feinstein Each month, I get a note from the editor indicating the deadline for the following month’s edition. Normally, something hits me and I didn’t think this one would be any different. I...
View ArticleMy Red VW
When I graduated from Queens College in June ’66, I wanted to buy a good car. My worst vehicle up to that point was a used Renault Dauphine that I got when I was a senior at Jamaica High School. It...
View ArticleA Motorcycle Moment
By Larry Feinstein I had been laboring over a letter to my grandson, Shane, who turned seven Dec. 13. I am flying to see my family in Hoboken, New Jersey this month and I thought it would be...
View ArticlePax Terra
“Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts” — Ovid, Roman poet, 43 BC-17 AD Recently, I took my kayak whale hunting. I know I’ve written about my motorcycle experiences pretty...
View ArticleHouse of Words
By Larry Feinstein “Now is the time to examine the mindset of our present generation and to reflect on the way of life that it may bring about in the future”— Dalai Lama We are defined by the words we...
View ArticleHey, Charlie Darwin
By Larry Feinstein Photograph of Charles Darwin in 1867 by Julia Margaret Cameron. “Whilst Man, however well-behaved, at best is but a monkey shaved!” ― Charles Darwin, On the Origin of Species Where...
View ArticleThe Ride Plus One
By Larry Feinstein “I have chosen to go miles out of my comfort zone, habit monger that I am, and take Frost’s less traveled road. Every day will be completely different than the day before. Accepting...
View ArticleThe Dance With Time
By Larry Feinstein Kaua‘i’s North Shore, seen from Kilohana Lookout in Koke‘e. This has to do with a language, sometimes spoken between mind and body, and we are often the last to find out, especially...
View ArticleDisinformation: Inventing Convenient Truths
By Larry Feinstein Graffiti on a wall in San Antonio, Texas. Photo courtesy of Stella Cooks/Conspicuous Blankness When do you think the first lie was insinuated from one, hairy upright person to...
View ArticleRain Man Lives
By Larry Feinstein If what I am about to tell you is not true, I will smack myself really hard on either of my temples, depending upon which hand is free. We can really expose our stuff when the right...
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