Out of the Blue

by Derek Alger

Originally published on February 1, 2012

Through the rear view mirror my mother spotted a state police car behind her, but thought nothing of it, since so many cars were speeding past her in the left lane. Then the red light went on and the police car moved up right behind my mother’s van.

What’s in a Name?

by Derek Alger

Originally published on January 1, 2012

My brother was seeing a therapist, who apparently thought Timmy was a “baby name” and thus, impacted adversely on my brother’s feelings about himself, and his ability to ever assertively confront my father.

Gimme a Word

by Derek Alger

Originally published on December 5, 2011

My demons could never be exorcized through playing characters, I was stuck with trying to understand myself and what I perceived as the uncomprehending world around me through other means. Pretense was anathema to me, and yet, acting fascinated both my father and Ferruccio; my father through utilizing videotape in therapy and Ferruccio through staging psychodramas, encouraging patients to perform in spontaneous scenarios.

Last Memo Wins

by Derek Alger

Originally published on November 5, 2011

So, there it was, if a memo came your way implying you were guilty or at fault about something, it was factual until an appropriate memo challenged such an assertion. After all, it was on paper now, and anything on paper magically became real, no matter how preposterous.

Happy to know Lucky Bruce

by Derek Alger

Originally published on October 1, 2011

I came down off the stage to greet him, introducing myself and shaking his hand. He looked at me, and giving a quick, subtle shake of his head, said, “You don’t look at all like I expected.”

A personal take on a day of national remembrance

by Derek Alger

Originally published on September 3, 2011

Of course, all that changed in an instant on 9/11, with no one even thinking of the Democratic primary for Mayor in New York City. much less voting, after the first plane hit the World Trade Center.

Pensive pondering about childhood past

by Derek Alger

Originally published on August 2, 2011

The woman gazed across the table at a young man and uttered a phrase I will never forget. “Chad, you look pensive,” she said.

You are Mayor Koch!

by Derek Alger

Originally published on July 1, 2011

The adrenaline and exhilaration of declaring freedom from a situation perceived as oppressive was soon replaced by increasing panic when I realized I would no longer be getting a paycheck.

You never know what you might see

by Derek Alger

Originally published on June 1, 2011

I stood frozen in the aisle when all of a sudden, a man in jeans with a gun drawn appeared in front of me and another guy, also with gun drawn, came flying over the shelf to my right, knocking canned goods and cardboard boxes all about.

Walking the Dog – A Matter of Life and Death

by Derek Alger

Originally published on May 2, 2011

I can’t imagine how they felt — shock, paralysis, disbelief. It was an ordinary day, a Thursday, nothing special, and then, all changed in a second.