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By Bill Primavera In my first New York City apartment, as I recall, my two roommates and I were offered a choice of two colors: a stark white or an off-white. We chose the off-white to protect our eyes from

By Bill Primavera Every so often, depending on what former President Donald Trump is up to, there is a discussion among some residents of my building at Trump Park about changing its name, both in its title and address. I’m

By Bill Primavera If asked which room of the house is most important, some people might say the kitchen (we’ve all got to eat), the bathroom (we all have to go) or the bedroom (for sleep, which is essential, or

By Bill Primavera Only now can I tell this story about a dear, dear friend, a woman in the culinary field whom I had met years ago when I worked as marketing director for the Culinary Institute of America. She

By Bill Primavera Between my junior and senior years in college, I won an internship scholarship to participate in a summer program for aspiring museum curators at that fabulous restored village known as Historic Deerfield in Massachusetts. The village consisted

By Bill Primavera When I was in college, back during ancient times, I started to buy and collect books, mostly paperbacks at the time. There was a nice college bookstore at the College of William & Mary, which, if I

By Bill Primavera Color has always been of interest to me ever since the time I decided as a young child that I preferred Technicolor movies to black and white. And when my mother upgraded my 12-color watercolor paint set

By Bill Primavera Among my possessions, I have only one family heirloom. It is a 1940s vase made in the town of Roseville, Ohio and is, in fact, called Roseville. It was given to my parents by my Aunt Helen,

By Bill Primavera For many, especially retirees, the time may likely come when downsizing one’s home is a practical measure. But it can be a daunting task. In another way, it can be liberating, I guess. Certainly, as we grow

By Bill Primavera Some of you may be old enough to remember the men’s movement of the mid-1970s, which I tolerated for just a short while. Men would gather to pursue personal growth and to relate better to others by