On a mid-November morning long puddles line a curb on an uphill street in Woodbury. They are filled with red and yellow leaves looking like summer garlands. Woodbury Road is choked with leaves that my sneakers push out of the way with a whooshing sound. It’s as if a tickertape parade has gone by and autumn’s pageant is winding down.
High on one of the tall, bare trees that line the street is the unmistakable form of a hawk. As I get closer the raptor turns in my direction. It’s a red-tailed hawk and judging by the large size, probably a female. I’d like a closer look but have, as usual, forgotten to bring binoculars despite reminding myself to do so when I go for a walk.
I have just returned from a memorial celebration for my niece, Marla Silver. Marla died at age 48 after a yearlong bout with esophageal cancer. It was a tough fight, but at the end, the cancer was the victor.
The memorial celebration was held on Oct. 29 at the London Grove Friends Meeting House in Pennsylvania. I had never been to a Quaker Meeting House before. The benches were of unvarnished wood, but the service was direct and sincere. Actually, Marla herself planned the entire program, although she did not plan the weather: huge snowflakes covered the trees and the ground.
I must say that the newly approved hepatitis C treatments have been a pleasant surprise. In May of this year, the FDA approved two new combination therapies for patients with hepatitis C. These therapies are a combination of two older medications, pegylated interferon and ribavirin and a new pill class of medications called a protease inhibitor. The two new protease inhibitors are named boceprevir and telaprevir. These new medications are pills, which a patient must take every eight hours for a time period ranging from three months to 44 weeks.
When I retired from dentistry on November 4, 1994 (but who’s counting?) I was positive that some whiz-bang American company would pick me up and hire me for a position that I would enjoy.
Here it is, 17 years later, and that wonderful offer has not shown up yet. After all, I consider myself talented and interesting and I ran a successful dental practice for 48 years. What is the matter with these tycoons and industrialists?
There are times that I feel as if I am being buried alive, one tablespoon of tabloid dirt at a time. It would be redundant to name the culprits. Besides, they all blur together in blaring headlines accompanied by a steady beat of sneering and self-righteous talking heads.
I wonder what young people think of the endless parade of public figures —government officials, businessmen, entertainers and professional athletes—crashing and burning before their eyes. Then again, maybe they have other things on their minds.
Europe – too expensive?
The Euro – too strong versus the dollar?
The Hudson River Valley is “the landscape that defined America.”
How about a railroad trip up the Hudson River? Lorraine and I are going to a Bar Mitzvah in Albany, the state capital.
Men usually gauge their lives by the amount of years that their father lived. When they approach that number, they get uneasy and a bit uncomfortable. It has no rational basis, but it is just a rule of thumb or a bad guess.
My birthday is Oct. 13, 1934. That calculates out to 77 years on Thursday. Christopher Columbus’ discovery of America day is Oct. 12, 1492. I always joked that “I was born on the day after Chris discovered America.” “In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue!”
Last year, the first Saturday in October had the makings of a big day at the Fire Island Hawk Watch. The wind was out of the northwest and a cold front had come through after a previous day of rain, indicating that a large number of migrating raptors should be flying by.
The hawk watch platform itself is a two-tiered wooden structure designed for hawk watchers to count migrating raptors during the fall. The upper tier has an excellent view of the horizon, but today space there is scarce. I stay below where there are three photographers. During the course of the day, the images on their camera screens are going to change how I think about bird photography and will have an unconscious effect on me that I won’t realize for nearly a year.
Friends fall into three categories:
There are the childhood friends, early-adult and just married friends, and the recently acquired senior friends.
The kindergarten and public school chums are a delight because they unleash memories of early and carefree years that have faded from our daily existence. Hopefully, they are in good health so that illness does not change or impinge on the relationship. Old stories and old deeds come to mind and seeing them triggers a whole mental scenario. They are irreplaceable and they understand us in depth as we appreciate and comprehend them.
October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, a time to remember those who have lost the battle to breast cancer and support those who continue the fight daily. Thanks to improvements in treatment and early detection, more women are winning the fight against breast cancer. As we continue to progress toward a cure, we’re also learning more about how to prevent the disease.
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