Chuck Perrin

I was visiting my dad last week. He had just turned 91 and the morning of our third day together he suffered what physicians refer to as an event. In layman’s terms, it was a stroke – like a barreling bowling ball that knocks you off your pins, wiping out certain brain circuits, forcing you… [ read more ]

I saw Woody Allen’s misty “Midnight In Paris” the other day . . . those gorgeous shots of rainy Paris streets made me recall my own nocturnal ramblings down those ancient narrow cobblestone streets . . . thru les halles – 3 AM – wandering in pursuit of that relentless energy . . . It’s… [ read more ]

What a tenuous hold we have on reality. Sometimes it’s there – we sense it, we can feel it. We grab it and we hold on tight. Then – the next instant – the rope has slipped from our grasp and we’re suddenly chasing it down the sidewalk of time. And it always seems to… [ read more ]