Autobiography

Route 33
A few miles east of Batavia, N.Y.

This view, this setting, this memory, all are...

thank you oh so much for providing helpful details about the other half (sans husband), which thoughts...

A red mist covered my eyes, as I remembered what once was and could not be again.

My thoughts...

I celebrated my eighty-first birthday this past January thirteenth.
Just nineteen more journeys for...

I write alot of poetry but is all this worth it?
Guess it is cos the spotlights on me an i think i...

Matthew Scott Harris (Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and he hapt tubby the second offspring and only son of...

Life is just numerous phases that we need to pass in order to achieve and to deserve that so promised...

London
My first solo trip to London was in 1977, I caught the train from Doncaster and got off at...

Wine Tasting

"Sciolino, when we find you you're dead meat!"

The other boys laughed when the...

One Christmas Eve, I was working in the community, as a carer. It had been snowing lightly for three days,...

An ideal spring morning enveloped the shark tank city (of brotherly love and hate) in a golden halo....

Miracle on 34 Suffolk Road

I looked at my beautiful grand daughter, in her Nativity Play with tears...

some kind of Christmas

It was Christmas Eve, and I had planned to go out with my friend, to a local...

October, 1977, Buffalo, New York.

I did it again.

My "homeroom" was the front office. I had...

The weekend, those two days that are preferred by almost everyone that no one wants Monday to come. I know...

The content of this article is from reality and any similarity in events, personalities or names is no...

As a kid, I was always very social and I loved all of my friends. I had a lot, and they were a big part of...