Here are some of my short columns that focus on people, neighbors, weather and health.
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Written by Dr. Mel
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Sunday, 25 September 2005 |
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Because my work day normally begins with the buzz of the alarm clock at 2:00 am, I don’t usually go out on a school night. But I made an exception last week for the Connecticut Magazine/March of Dimes Best of Connecticut awards. It was quite a party, and for the sixth consecutive year, I was selected by the readers of Connecticut Magazine as the "Best TV Weatherperson." But this was the first time that the big party was held in Hartford, and it is absolutely amazing. |
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Written by Dr. Mel
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Monday, 19 September 2005 |
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I guess if your name is Valentine, not even the storm of the century could stop you from taking your wedding vows – on time. The other day, when Ophelia was spinning to our south, I began looking through some of my clippings from Connecticut's big storm, the 1938 hurricane, and upon them, there was a handwritten note attached from Val Dyer on one of the pages: “Kay and I worried a little. I went home early on Friday. Trees were down, but on Saturday Sept 24 we were married.” |
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Written by Dr. Mel
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Sunday, 28 August 2005 |
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I opened my eyes to the tune of “YMCA,” and turned over to look at the clock – it said 1:17 am. One of my neighbors, the Pizza Man, a former pizzeria owner, was having another bash. I was a little disappointed that the lingering crowd at my neighbor's house could not seem to remember the tune's lyrics, but it was late, and that party was going strong since 4:00 pm when the Pizza Man's daughter arrived in a horse-drawn carriage for her wedding reception on the lawn which faced New Haven Harbor. |
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Written by Dr. Mel
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Monday, 22 August 2005 |
A quiet week of weather for tennis? I remember making that declaration a week before the Pilot Pen Tennis Tournament began this year, and as soon as I said that, I wanted to erase those words from the universe of thought.
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Written by Dr. Mel
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Sunday, 14 August 2005 |
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For the past couple of weekends, my two-year old grandson saw me and gave me a Bronx cheer. I am not exactly sure why he did that, or how even even picked it up, but I did raise my daughter in the Bronx until she turned two. We lived down the street from Yankee Stadium, and we did go to a few Yankee games, but I think the inspiration for his display of displeasure had to be related to this summer's weather. |
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Personal Memoirs 
