About four years ago, I met a lady that stole my heart. She’s beautiful, charming, and a joy to be around. Anytime I can make time to see her, I do — and she always greets me with open arms.

“You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”

— Eleanor Roosevelt
 

Unlike a lot of folks, I can remember way, way back. I can even remember my very first birthday party. We lived in a tiny apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

A while back, I wrote about taking my ex-bodybuilder brother’s advice to drink a gallon of water a day.

The last time I flew was over 20 years ago. I was sitting in a window seat, with the curve of the plane's body right over my head. The back of the seat in front of me was right in my face.

“Call me Ishmael” is the iconic opening sentence of the classic novel “Moby Dick” by Herman Melville. It’s the story of one man’s obsession, leading to his ultimate destruction.

In high school, I was introduced to three books that changed my life. They are all of the genre known as “dystopian fiction.”

I’ve been having a rough time of it lately. Truly, my moniker “Cranky Frankie” is getting a workout these days.

There was a great TV show in the 1970s called “Kung Fu.” It was about the adventures of Kwai Chang Caine, a Chinese “Shaolin Priest,” or monk, played by David Carradine.

I remember in grade school having that special three-lined paper to learn penmanship and cursive writing. Often the paper came in booklet form.