Writing a Journal of Memories: The Education of a Teacher

[Publisher’s Note: What you see on this page is the beginning of a publication project Dr. Howard Stein was preparing for David Boles Blogs in the year 2000 upon the celebration of the occasion of his birth — July 4 — when he was 78-years-old. We have unearthed this early draft of — The Howard Stern Journal of Memories — and we share it with you today so you may not only enjoy Dr. Stein’s wisdom, but also revel in the revision process you can see below in an image of his typewritten submission. You may view a larger size of the image on the Boles.com Howard Stein Archive Page.

Howard’s health began to nag him as the days aged, and he never returned to this project, but you may still read a lot of Dr. Stein’s work here, there and elsewhere. Howard Stein died on October 12, 2012 of heart failure. He was 90. We miss him every moment of every notion and it is amazing that 15 years after he wrote this for us, Howard is still publishing with us from the grave. Howard Stein always said he was “born lucky” — and so, too, are we lucky to have this article! — but this is his story.]

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Remembering the Past Through Journals

My mother and stepfather are in the process of moving. It makes sense — no need to live in a home meant for five people when there are just two of you. In this process, they discovered many an item I had left there while I was transitioning between various boroughs, finally arriving in Queens. One interesting discovery I made was a real reminder of who I was — Journals.

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A Decade of Writing for GO INSIDE

Ten years ago I was sitting at the very same desk at which I currently sit, writing an article that I decided to call Pecunia Conundrum due to the fiscal woes I was facing at the time. I certainly would have never guessed that ten years later I would be back at the desk, reflecting on ten years of writing for the excellent Go Inside Magazine. Let us look back now on the last ten years and see how things have progressed to where they are now.

Lot in Life
Ten years ago I was about halfway through getting a degree in Communication from Rutgers University. At the time I was pretty sure that I was going to graduate and either enroll in the School of Library Science or get a job in Advertising or Public Relations. I thought I would certainly do one of these three because that is how I perceived the career path of a Communication major to be.

When I was in high school, a journalist for a local newspaper came and talked to us about journalism. The one thing I distinctly remember her telling us was that if we were interested in writing for a newspaper, we should absolutely not major in journalism — that journalism was a joke major at college and that we would do far better for ourselves if we would major in whatever interested us. The journalism we would learn by being journalists — just like pretty much every major jouralist that had ever written for a newspaper or had contributed to news radio or television. It was 1992, and there was not yet such a thing as journalism “on the web” as the majority of people in the world were not aware of any such thing.

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Indian Monsoon Memories

I almost forgot how it felt to get completely drenched in a downpour after suffering in a scorching heat for three months. I remembered it yesterday as I got soaked in an early June thunderstorm last night – when you do you know much long waited monsoon has finally arrived. It feels divine.

The rainstorm last night brought back my own childhood memory when “monsoon” used to mean enjoying “rainy days” (staying back home as life comes to a complete stop because of the super heavy shower), it meant snuggling in the bed with a story book and listening the drizzle or thunder outside, it meant making paper boats and trying them to keep steadily floating the water logged backyard, it meant the smell of steaming hot tea or coffee and various fried snacks in the kitchen…

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A Day for Fathers 2008

Five years ago, Father’s Day fell on June 15th as it does this year. What better time to write a few more words about my father? Also, some of my thoughts on our President’s writing regarding this day.

Great Advice
Both of my parents have given me great advice and continue to do so. Some of the best advice I have gotten in my life has come from my parents – I suppose that is the way things are meant to be in an ideal world. I know only too well what happens when there is an absent parent as I spent hundreds of hours tutoring children who all had either one or both parents missing, in jail, or dead. They were strongly affected, and never in a good way.

A child without any sort of role model in the home will seek out role models elsewhere; whether those role models are found on the screen of the television, the movie theater, or the music device of their choosing, the role model is consistently there for them and they learn from them, for better or worse.

My father once gave me a shortly worded yet strong reprimand for something that happened when I was working in a retail environment. A customer was less than pleased with the help I had given them and told me as much. My father simply stated that even being complimented one thousand times by your customer did not make up for the one time you mess up and make them unhappy; it is unfortunate but true that people will more likely fill out a customer comment card when they are unhappy with the service than when they are quite happy with the service.

It turned out to be quite true because I was later asked about the incident by people who were higher up at the store. While the particular incident didn’t really get me in trouble because it was down to the person mishearing what I had said and deciding that I was clearly an evildoer who was out to make their lives miserable, it could have been much worse had the higher ups been even a little less understanding.
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