PHILIP SORGEN is not really dead--it’s just that since he received his poetic license he has been dying to use it. Philip has been an actuarial trainee at Metropolitan Life Insurance Company, a Sp4 in The U.S. Army reserve and then for thirtyfour rewarding years, a mathematcs teacher at Great Neck North High School . He plays the piano by ear,composes music (with a pencil) and has tennis elbow, which is a lot less severe than tennis balls. He is the husband of one, a father of two and a grandfather of three. This is the story of his life.
That was the beauty of having no reservations anywhere. We were slightly better
off than the backpackers because we had a Fiat waiting for us at the airport. I
looked at these kids with their sleeping bags, thumbing rides out of the airport,
and whispered to the air, “I've got a car.” And whata car it was. The exact model
escapes me, but itlooked likeit went through a compactor. I think it was even
smaller than that VWin Israel.It was a stick shift, of course; otherwise the five
dollars a day ...
