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Not Six Million By Freddy S. Zalta
Originally written 2009 – reposted by request. Not Six Million Written By Freddy S. Zalta for Image Magazine 2000 When people speak about the Holocaust the number “Six million” comes up and people pause. Sometimes they pause because they are in awe of the number; sometimes they pause because they just cannot imagine six million…
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Working on a Novel
For the past 2 months I have been working on a novel about a once successful family and the different roads each child takes in life. I apologize for not keeping up with the blog – I will be posting some new writings over the weekend. Until then….
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Living with Bob Dylan
From the scratches on a childhood turntable to the falling ash of 9/11, Bob Dylan’s music has been the constant soundtrack to my life. This is a journey through the songs that defined my Brooklyn upbringing, my heartbreaks, and the stubbornness to remain exactly who I am.
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A Few of my Favorite Things (to watch)
Growing up I always loved running home from school and putting on my favorite shows I remember watching “Lost in Space” daily. I loved the Robinson family, disliked Dr. Smith tremendously and loved the Robot. Something about the family stuck together in a tin can – Lost in space. We had this giant color…
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Japan 2011
The world is a very unstable place to visit – and we are forced to live here at this point in time.
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The Songs they Sang
If you listen closely – you can still hear them singing – with lyrics and tunes that will live on forever.
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The Old Phones and Making the Call
Ok – Gonna age myself here. When I was growing up the phones we had were always connected to the wall. We didn’t have cordless and we were lucky if we had a long cord connected from the handset to the phone. We didn’t know any better so it was ok. Plus we always…
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Baseball, your best friends and a beautiful girl by your side
We started going to opening day – NY Mets opening day around 1996 or so. At first it was my two son’s and myself. Then in 1998 we “allowed” my newly pregnant wife to join us. She disliked baseball but wanted to share in our ritual. The temperature was a hot 88 degrees and there…
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Earliest Memory
The earliest memory I have is being in my crib and hearing my dad stirring the coffee in the kitchen. We lived in an apartment building on east 14th in Brooklyn – second floor which no doubt was chosen because of the lower level due to my mothers fear that my brothers, my sister and…
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Twenty Two Years of being Daddy
I will be starting a new blog all about my life as a father. Since 1989 I have been called “Daddy”, among other names, but “Daddy” has been my favorite and I assume it will continue to be until “Grandpa” becomes my new title. I will begin posting articles, writing articles, have an advice column…
