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Observations: Love with no words

Observations: Love with no words

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN I am a father on a technicality. Over the years, we’ve been the parents of three foster children, the youngest, at the time, was 10. Thus, I’ve…

A (former) snowbird’s lament

A (former) snowbird’s lament

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN I  am on a JetBlue flight from Tampa to New York City’s LaGuardia airport  — at 37,000 feet, traveling at 550 miles per hour, currently somewhere over…

Observations: Traveling to find the best in things

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN I have been traveling since before I could drive. I’ve seen almost every state, visited some of the great cities of Europe and have sailed to Cuba,…

Observations: Cutting into the bone?

Observations: Cutting into the bone?

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN I arrived at the county tax collector’s office at 7:30 a.m., hoping against hope that the process would be quick and as painless as possible. The office didn’t…

Observations: Adventures in moving

Observations: Adventures in moving

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN I’ve discovered one of the best things about growing older is that I can check things off an imaginary list — a list of things that I’ll…

Observations: One night in January

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN Alec Baldwin looked like hell. Well, at least compared with his television character persona, he did. But compared with everyone else, he looked perfectly normal. His hair…

Observations: Thank you

Observations: Thank you

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN I once thought the best Christmas present I had ever received came at the age of about nine. That present was an H.O. gauge train set. I…

Observations: Changing perspective in the New Year

Observations: Changing perspective in the New Year

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN A bare curly fluorescent bulb protruding from the ceiling lights the apartment across the street. I walk out of our apartment and look up and it seemed so…

Talking about home for the holidays

Talking about home for the holidays

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN For the first time in my life, I don’t have a “home” to go to for Christmas. Of course, my wife Michelle and I aren’t homeless —…

Observations: Answering calls

Observations: Answering calls

By MITCH TRAPHAGEN The woman who opens the bodega down the street each morning is too little to open the steel anti-theft shutters by herself. So she arrives at work…

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