To the Editor: My son was born on Sept. 11, 1972, and I will always think of that day as a day of wonder for me, greeting my wonderful son for the first time.
It began: Right before me, as I write, is a folder in which my wife keeps the blotters from Mr. Eschner, the insurance man, Don's first report card, the letter from the income tax people about the gambling loss at Tia Juana, the press photograph of me greeting Helen Kane (in behalf of the studio) at the Pasadena Station and my literary output.
I felt as if the sun was speaking to me, greeting me, and smiling down ever so gently at me.
I sat in my empty house waiting for Mrs X to pull into my driveway, praying that no neighbours would be around to see me greeting some lady over a decade my senior.
I sat in my empty house waiting for Mrs. X to pull into my driveway, praying that no neighbors would be around to see me greeting some lady more than a decade my senior.
I sat in my empty house waiting for Mrs. X to pull into my driveway, praying that no neighbors would be around to see me greeting some lady over a decade my senior.
I did meet Ellaha, a bold 19-year-old prisoner who startled me by greeting me in English.
"There were many spirits inside, and when I arrived, they were overjoyed and welcoming me and greeting me, and really joyful at my arrival".
"Do you bring me friendly greetings from my brothers there in Zion, brothers far yet near," he said on Israeli television.
Polite, soft-spoken and humble, Mr. Rabbani always granted me an audience, greeting me with a close-lipped smile before offering raisins and walnuts and green tea.
