by Philip Farruggio | Apr 27, 2020 | Blog
It’s been over 25 years since that glorious warm , blue sky summer day at Belmont Park Racetrack. I not only remember it so well , but I can almost inhale that special racetrack smell, the combination of disinfectant merged with horse manure. The moment you...
by Philip Farruggio | Apr 27, 2020 | Blog
Singer/Songwriter Neil Young wrote the song ‘ Four Dead in Ohio’ for Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young: Four Dead In Ohio Lyrics Tin soldiers and Nixon’s comin’. We’re finally on our own. This summer I hear the drummin’. Four dead in...
by Philip Farruggio | Apr 27, 2020 | Blog
He was standing there, in the middle of the school yard,…alone. At first I envisioned him as a pitcher, standing on the mound with a field full of players, some behind him, and some facing him, in the middle of a game. No, he was standing all alone, dressed in...
by Philip Farruggio | Apr 27, 2020 | Blog
We have memories, like flashes of lightning from afar- now we see them, now we don’t. Yet, one can almost call upon them at will, these bits and pieces of our lives, once so vivid, once so real, filed forever as nostalgia. So it is for me, fifty years after the fact....
by Philip Farruggio | Apr 16, 2020 | Blog, CounterPunch
A man struggled in the desert heat with his mouth as parched as sandpaper. He was fading fast from lack of the basic essentials to exist, number one being water. Someone hands him a giant bottle of water and he is so appreciative. He drinks the water, but hours later...
