The sweep of family history across the generations
It was a signature moment of the turbulent 1960s. Walter, 18, and Dan, 15, were there in Chicago, working as messengers for the Eugene McCarthy campaign.
Our years in Pittsburgh were spent in a tract house in a natural wonderland—backed up against a family farm and an equestrian estate.
Watching Sputnik at night from our back yard in a suburb of Pittsburgh is one of my earliest memories.
Stan summered at a Jewish summer camp in the Adirondacks.
First came Walter, then Danny and Joanne. They would carry on the Ruby-Ringel genes.
Outlooks of a pre-millennial