Standing Apart

Standing Apart

This is another guest blog written by my nephew Harrison who graduated from high school 39 years to the day after me. I asked him to record some of his reflections on graduating from high school and getting ready for college. Today he leaves for Penn State. By...
Scents and Sensibility

Scents and Sensibility

The smell of an acrid stinky cigar still reminds me of my father.Dad smokes a cigar in 1961 during a Camp Winadu visit Jack and Cigars:My father, who passed away almost two years ago, stopped smoking in the 1970’s. He smoked a pipe and cigars starting with his...
Playing the Marketing Card

Playing the Marketing Card

While going through my desk drawer at home, I stumbled upon business cards from most of the jobs I have held over the last 30 years. I worked hard at each of these marketing positions and gained a lot of valuable insights. Most of my marketing experiences have been in...
Making the Grade

Making the Grade

Since this weekend is Mother’s Day, I thought I would honor my mother by sharing an idea that I believe came from her almost 50 years ago. In the late 60’s and early 70’s, the first day of school was a special ritual in the Slater household on...
A West Philly Story

A West Philly Story

A grandson returns to the neighborhood his grandfather photographed a half-century ago. He finds changes- and likenesses. This article was first published in Philadelphia Magazine in June 1978 For the first 12 years of her life my mother lived at 60th and Catharine,...
Winadu Dreams

Winadu Dreams

The future blogger Jeff Slater at Camp Winadu in Pittsfield, Massachusetts in 1962From 1961-1969, for eight weeks each summer, I spent my formative years at sleep- away camp. Nestled in the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts, Camp Winadu was truly a haven for boys....