Al Sullivan's Journal
Saturday, April 26, 2014
The car crash
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Saturday, April 26, 2014 This is the anniversary date of “the car crash,” which broke my nose, not for the first time nor the l...
Monday, April 21, 2014
The price they paid
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January 2, 1978 Harold knew from the start he would hate the job at Capitol Airlines. But my grandfather obsessed about money s...
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Not dead yet, but dying
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July 16, 1982 For Louise, Passaic is the big city –ten dozen stores strung together like rosary beads connected to other st...
Friday, April 18, 2014
The ‘she’ I deserve
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July 15, 1982 The day swelters around me, sun beams pouring glisten off the windows of the famous Passaic Street tower, a buil...
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Fool’s Gold?
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June 12, 1982 There are peace marches in New York today. Singers sing. The spirit which made the Sixties the Sixties lights up...
Monday, April 14, 2014
I remember: recollection from 1966
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December 15, 1982 I remember: Walking with two cents in my pocket and scared to go back, scared of school, the glit...
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Los Angeles: November 1969
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“The buss leaves for Denver in an hour,” a puffed face bus station man says, his collar so tight it makes his eyes bulge and his face...
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