(The following is a biographical excerpt from my book GROWING UP TOGETHER. It's not in the edition currently circulating, but will be in the next. I publish this on the week my mother died two years ago. Mom would have been 96 on April 2nd. We buried her on her 94th birthday. I think she'd have gotten a kick out of this section. Certainly, she wouldn't have denied it.)
It cannot be said we had a home without strife. There were a number of reasons,…Continue
(The following is from my book, GROWING UP TOGETHER. It isn't in the sample copy currently circulating. I look forward to comments how you envision your soul. Maybe nobody believes they have a soul any longer.)
In my childhood imagination, I envisioned the soul as a piece of cheese, like my father ate with lunch on Saturday. When I broke the commandments in "thought, word, or deed," my soul became covered in a thick, dark mold that was only alleviated when I…Continue
My father was a dirty mic, my mother was a whop, though you didn't want to mess with her, my wife when she was alive was a kraut, but I don't know what she is now. My girl friend looks like a chocolate bunny, but she's really a spic. The frogs never won a war cause they eat snails and drink wine instead of Budweiser. I've known a lot of Jews and camel jockey's going way back, but don't know how they got here. We never had any camels and we could have just imported the bagels. You…Continue
Alan Watts thought he'd be totally forgotten in fifty years. Until his death at age 58 in 1973 he was the most widely known exponent of Eastern religion and thought in the US. He was among the few public intellectuals the country had at the time, who didn't come from academia, which is saying something since we have even fewer now.
He was born and raised a Christian in a small town in England and for a time was an ordained Episcopalian minister serving as Chaplin at…Continue