Res Gestae

‘Tis the Season… Days of Future Past Some sort of a sweet foreboding sweeps over me in this season of glad tidings and joy. I ge...

In My Life All These Places Have a Meaning… The single dominant memory that I have of Alan Oscar (pictured above on the right)...

Deja Vu All Over Again… Three friends, 45 years later, sit in a palatial Khar apartment in this siren city, enjoying the cocktail hour. Di...

Going Home Thirty-five years and two months is a long time to stay away from a place that you hated to leave at all. The thought crossed my...

Springtime in Chicago It was unseasonably cold in Chicago for the middle of May. But then I remembered snow and an ice storm in this city o...

Yesterdays Don't Matter If They're Gone Forty-eight years ago, on April Fools Day, I was a stripling, just 11 years of age. That ...

Res Gestae is based on the belief that because certain statements are made naturally, spontaneously and without deliberation during the cour...