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Jeffery Cohen

Playing . . . in Time

By Jeffery Cohen

I come from a musical family. Although none of us really played an instrument of any kind, my father claimed to be some kind of virtuoso on the violin, having supposedly taken lessons in his youth. And if anyone questioned it, he’d climb up to our dusty attic to retrieve a beat up old fiddle with one […]

The Magic of a New Car

By Jeffery Cohen

I was perfectly happy with the old Plymouth that I had been driving for more than twelve years. I would probably still be behind the wheel, had it not been for the cement truck that plowed into me, turning my car into something resembling an accordion. In the market for a new car, I headed down to […]

Woodshlock

By Jeffery Cohen

I’ve been to all sorts of outdoor concerts – symphony orchestras playing show tunes beneath a gazebo by the sea, opera arias sung from band shells in a park, impromptu guitar and banjo duos twanging in a village square, but none of them could ever compare to a little concert I attended in 1968: The Woodstock Music […]

As Father’s Day draws near, like so many, I think about my Dad. I remember him to be a man of honor, courage and heart – a kind, loving father – but I have to admit, I didn’t always see him that way. When I was a kid, I referred to my father as “my […]

A Friend to Remember

By Jeffery Cohen

Brenda and I were always best friends. Don’t ask me where we met. I really don’t recall, but it was probably in a library. A couple of bookworms like us were destined to squirm across each other’s paths eventually. Playing tag or hop scotch didn’t interest us. While other kids hung out at the local pizza parlor […]

One Man’s Treasure

By Jeffery Cohen

“One man’s junk is another man’s treasure.” It was a mantra that my father repeated regularly – usually as he was dragging a rolled up Oriental rug or a marble-topped coffee table to the trunk of his car from a pile of trash at the side of the road. And truer words were never spoken by a […]

Home, A Way from Home

By Jeffery Cohen

As the final diploma was handed out and commencement drew to a close, I found myself shaking hands with college friends I would probably never see again. We were all headed off in different directions, down untraveled roads, ready to begin a new life. The only problem was, my road was a one way street that led back […]

 “Happpppyyy New Year!” It isn’t just some sort of traditional holiday exclamation. It’s a declaration of hope – a chance to begin a fresh new year with a clean slate. Oh sure, there are fluted glasses of champagne, boxes of noisemakers, funny party hats. And through the storm of confetti and the downpour of streamers, after all of […]

Oh, Christmas Tree

By Jeffery Cohen

While we cleared the table of the Thanksgiving Day dishes, scores of small empty lots around town were being transformed into tiny makeshift pine forests. Strings of white bulbs stretched overhead mapping out their perimeters as lumber-jacketed men unloaded bundles of freshly cut Canadian and Frazier firs from trucks, then untied and lined them up in orderly […]

That Very First House

By Jeffery Cohen

That Very First House

In 1952, my folks happened to be out for a weekend drive and wandered into a brand new neighborhood of tract houses–lines of pastel colored, cookie cutter homes, one more adorable than the one next door. They decided, on a whim, to tour the model home. My mother fell in love. There was an automatic […]

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