Author: Harold

Today I received news that I have been accepted as a student in the International Chinese Language Program at National Taiwan University in Taipei. This is one of the most prestigious and rigorous such programs in the world. It is a tremendous honor for me to to be in this…

Last night I watched John on the telephone attempting to place anorder. He got some automated program where you speak to a computer andit processes your order. He read out the order number, the address,etc. etc. At some point he became exasperated because the computervoice kept saying, ‘ We are…

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Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated with foreign languages. At age 13 my parents told me I could have anything I wanted as a bar mitzvah present. Without any hesitation I requested a short wave radio. I bought it at Lafayette Electronics in Newark, NJ. It…

One of the conditions which I love to treat is asthma. Why? Because traditional medicine considers this a chronic, life long problem which can never be cured. It can only be held in bay with medicines. These medicines, essentially different varieties of steroids, are administered via nebulizers and many other…

I met an wonderful rabbi many years ago in NJ. He was a scholar, a genius, a teacher ( no congregation), dirt poor and the sweetest person ever. When I told him that I wanted to chat with him he suggested that we go fishing together. I told him that…

Today a friend told me about a wonderful experience. She runs in her dreams. It reminded me of what H.H.Lui, a teacher of Taiqichuan in Chicago, told me in the early 1970’s. Mr. Lui told me that he received one of the first business ( or economic?) graduate degrees from…

For the last seventeen years I have worked as a physician. I have my own office and do my own thing. My license says physician and surgeon. I have extensive training in osteopathy, homeopathy and acupuncture. However, to be most honest, I would have to say that I am a…

Sometime in the 1960’s I discovered a shop in Morristown, NJ. It was called the Old Book Shop. It was run by an elderly Polish Jew whose name was Turetz. The store was located in a poor, Black slum, at the bottom of a long hill. It was surrounded by…