July 13, 1998
Stuffed bear served his childhood purpose
I sat bolt upright in the bed as a crash of thunder shook the whole house. White light flooded the room and I could see thirty-five sets of glass eyeballs looking back at me.…
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November 7, 1995
Living “Just the luxurious life of a 007 spy”
When I was a little boy. I wanted desperately to be Bond, James Bond. I used to pretend my Radio Flyer wagon was an Austin martin equipped with machine guns, revolving license…
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September 29, 1995
The fun, sheer terror of childhood adventures
People often ask me here in New York City what we do for “fun” in Andalusia. And although I usually answer them with stunningly colorful fabrications about our white-porticoed…
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