by Fred Nicholson | Jan 6, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Love is the Answer, Places & Faces, Stories
Here we are, back at it. We came up out of the station (me and the sisters), somewhere in Kolkata (formerly Calcutta). I had been staying in an area where many of the hostels were located. All the maimed beggars, wobbly cloth and cardboard homes, and hands out, palms...
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 2, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Places & Faces, Stories
I lay down to rest last night and the word ‘forgiveness’ sprang up. I thought we were going to be writing about my relationship with dad. My lined yellow pad was close at hand. The next instant I was in the Bombay (currently Munbai ) airport. Our plane...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 27, 2018 | All Mixed Up, Places & Faces, Stories
a Blank Page She was ninety-five and bedridden for 30 plus years. There were caregivers and her window faced the Catholic Church spires. Laying there, looking out praying, she died. Deb and I were offered the apartment, if we moved everything out and did all the...
by Fred Nicholson | Apr 21, 2014 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Places & Faces, Stories
Taxiii . . . When I returned from Vietnam I held many different jobs for short periods of time. For more years than I can remember I drove a New York City taxicab at nights and had a multitude of memorable experiences doing so. I once picked up three young people, a...
