I am a second generation Armenian.  My grandpa George came to America through Ellis Island in 1915.  He made a few pit stops on the way.  George was traveling with his younger brother Samuel, their mother Unna, their sisters Bodgie, Mary and Sarah.  George was in...

Once you retire from the nine to five world, you (well at least me) lose touch with the flow of the weekdays.  Tuesday and Saturday could be Wednesday.  It really doesn't matter.  No more alarms to set.  No dragging a razor across your throat then choking off your air...

It's that time of year when high school and college graduates prep to graduate and attend Commencement.  I remember both of mine.  I walked across the stage at Trumbull High School, grabbed a fake diploma and just kept walking straight into a car headed for New...