Today, February 7, 2023, is my 76th birthday.

Perhaps it’s an auspicious day to begin publishing here an account of my journey over those 76 years. 

You can access that account by clicking on the links below and then entering the passcode.

I am publishing this account in installments, chapter by chapter, as Dickens did his novels. I understand that Dickens did that in order to build dramatic tension, increase readership and thereby enhance revenue.

This account of my life differs from a Dickens novel in several significant respects. For one, I have worked hard to make this account something other than fictional. Second, this is a not-for-profit piece of work; there’s no cost to the reader – only reward. Third, and despite my strenuous efforts to inject a good amount of humor, this account is not as good a read as a Dickens novel; well, to be fair to myself, maybe it’s on a par with “Bleak House.” Finally, Dickens is pure prose. This account, on the other hand, contains much poetry.

This account contains much poetry because – as this website reflects –poetry became important to me in the second half of my life. Poetry became important even though I am not a poet. Except for two, the many poems in this account were not written by me. They were written by the likes of Longfellow, Dickinson, Whitman, Oliver, Rumi, and Hafez, to name but a half-dozen of the poets whose poems appear in this account. Some of those poems helped me at various turning points on my journey, as explained in the account. All the poems are relevant to the story I tell. To what I call my Song.

However, I have been advised that it is not prudent to publish all the personal information in this account to the world at large. Therefore, I have been persuaded to use a password in order to keep this account on the private side of the ledger. So if you want to read this account, contact me, and if both I and you are lucky I’ll give you the password. You can contact me by email at [email protected] to ask for the password. 

Moreover, some parts of this account as it appears on this website have been redacted. The redacted parts exist only in the non-electronic version I hold in my hands.  I have redacted those parts because they concern private material that I choose not to share beyond my immediate family. Those redactions should be of much less interest to a wider audience. 

A major theme of the Song I sing in this account is Progress. The Progress of an individual on his journey through life. Which is why I call the account “A Pilgrim’s Progress.”

The personal Progress I write about here differs from the kind of Progress that John Bunyan wrote about in his 1678 Christian allegory “The Pilgrim’s Progress.” In his novel, Bunyan wrote about the theological progress along classical Christian lines that Bunyan’s main character, named Christian, experiences on his fictitious journey.

Bunyan began writing “The Pilgrim’s Progress” while in prison in England, having been convicted of the offense of preaching Christianity without possessing a license from the Church of England to do so. The entire book consists of a dream sequence in which Christian journeys from his hometown, named “the City of Destruction,” i.e., this material world, to his destination, “the Celestial City,” i.e., the world to come. Christian’s journey is motivated by — and Bunyan’s entire book is premised on – the existence of a great burden that is so unbearable that Christian must set forth on a dangerous journey to seek Deliverance from it. Perhaps that mirrors Bunyan’s own journey as he saw it, which led to his being imprisoned, twice, for a lengthy part of his life.

What is that great, unbearable burden that causes Christian to leave all behind and go on his fictive, daunting pilgrimage — and that may also have driven Bunyan to be imprisoned? It is the Christian doctrine of Original Sin. The Adamic Sin in the Garden of Eden.

Both Christian and Bunyan were searching for Deliverance from Original Sin. (Bunyan was a Puritan. For an unvarnished discussion of Original Sin written by a modern-day Puritan, Google “Human Depravity” in the Herald of Grace online Christian magazine, July 28, 2020, written by Joel Beeke, President of the Puritan Reformed Theological Seminary, and citing Bunyan).

Christian in Bunyan’s allegory is Everyman. That’s why Bunyan called his book “The Pilgrim’s Progress.” Not “A Pilgrim’s Progress.”

I am not Everyman. I am only myself.

I am not a character named Christian. I am a flesh-and-blood person called Moishe (in Yiddish).

I do not believe in Original Sin. Nor do I hail from the “City of Destruction,” or any place of the kind.  I hail from “Yonkers, where True Love conquers,” as the great old song about Manhattan goes.

And my journey was not motivated by need for relief from some great burden — although in large part it has been a search for Meaning. Which, in substance, is the same thing Bunyan and his character Christian were searching for.

Nor is my story wedded to theology. Indeed, as my account tries to explain, I do not consider myself to be a religious person even though I embrace my Judaism. My account contains a fair amount of story and commentary from and about Judaism, Christianity and Islam, and also about religion in general, as they relate to my roots and to my journey.

And because I practiced law in Manhattan for about 45 years, the Law is another important character in my account. As is Justice. As is Manhattan. As is Poetry. As is Purpose. As is America. As are some important pairings, including: Learning and Unlearning. Head and Heart.  Beginnings and Endings, and Back Again. Insanity and Sanity. Love, Intimacy and Belonging. Progress by Return.

Also important to this account are seismic cultural changes that I perceive having taken place about every fifteen or twenty years in America during my lifetime, and my reactions to those cultural changes. As the story unfolds, we move from the Age of Conformity to the Age of Cultural Confrontation and Experimentation, to the Age of Greed, to the Age of Distraction, Disruption, Misinformation and Absence of Attention and Presence, and then to the present, which I perceive as the Age of Grieving Over the End of Normality.

But the essence of the story, of my Song, are not changes in the Nation or in the world during my lifetime. The essence of my Song is the change, the movement, the evolution within my self.

I have the chutzpah to imagine that there are things in this account that may prove of value to a patient reader.

Be well.

Be kind.

Be patient.






Chapter 1: Amid Another Cultural Sea Change, Two Developments Begin my Middles and Change My Life: Fatherhood and a Little Law Firm of My Own

Chapter 2: Aetna v. Liebowitz: A Breakthrough for Me and for American Law as Concerns the Fight against White Collar Crime – 1981-1982

Chapter 3: I Learn More About Small Law Firm Life. I Do Not Learn More About Other Important Parts of Life

Chapter 4: Redgrave v. The BSO: A Six-Year Fight Against the Boston Symphony Orchestra’s Blacklisting of Vanessa Redgrave– 1982-1988, with the Trial in 1984

Chapter 5: Textron v. Unisys: Vanquishing the Leviathan and Beginning an Inner Voyage on Uncharted Seas – 1987-88

Chapter 6: Joan Goes in a Bold New Direction, and I Take Modest Steps in Other Directions — 1985-1990

Chapter 7: Chapter Title Redacted

Chapter 8: In the Office, My Insurance Fraud Work Takes Center Stage, with the NME Case Stealing the Spotlight

Chapter 9: My Community Work in Mamaroneck – 1991-1995

Chapter 10: Mid-Life Crisis – and a Suspended Animation Divorce

Chapter 11: Corruption in Another Psychiatric Hospital Chain, Another Bully Adversary, and Fresh Air on the West Coast

Chapter 12: Answering the Questions at the Core of My Mid-Life Crisis — and Getting Divorced

Chapter 13: Post-Divorce: The Agony and The Ecstasy

Chapter 14: After the Ecstasy, the Laundry: Moving Around in Transitional Space and in Other Space – 1996-2001

Chapter 15: A Measure 0f Transition at Work: Some of My Insurer Clients Change for the Worse; Meanwhile, My Work for Excellent Hospitals in New York City Blossoms

Chapter 16: 9/11 and the Ensuing Twenty-Year Wars Against So-Called “Terrorism” by So-Called “Islamic Fundamentalists” Move Me in a New Direction

Chapter 17: My Role in My Family Changes, My Concept of My Family Expands, and Candy and I Travel and Learn — 2001-2009

Chapter 18: My Mother’s Dementia Cracks Me Open

Chapter 19: My Poetry Program for the Aged Emerges from Encounters with My Soul

Chapter 20: New Crackings –2011-2013

Chapter 21: ‘Practicing’ Old Age

Chapter 22: My Mother Departs

Chapter 23: In My Office, Still ‘Practicing Law’ at KVWP – 2010-2015

Chapter 24: The Huguette Clark Case: The Fight Over the Last Will and Testament of the Fabulously Wealthy Heiress and About Her Twenty-Year Stay in a Standard Beth Israel Hospital Room Until She Died, Still Fabulously Wealthy, in her Standard Hospital Bed at the Age of 104

Chapter 25: I Stop Doing Much of the Work that Litigators Are Supposed To Do as I Stubbornly Resist a New Cultural Tsunami that Some Call “The Digital Age” But For Which I Have a Much Less Kind Name: The Age of Distraction, Disruption, Misinformation, and Absence of Attention and Presence

Chapter 26: “Al-Andalus: An Andalucian Romance”

Chapter 27: Thinking About Retirement

Chapter 28: I Had a Dream. And I Had a Poem.

Chapter 29: Laura Marries John Padro, and that Union Sparks Some Further Thoughts about al-Andalus and Religion

Chapter 30: Our Fiftieth High School Reunion and Some New Medical Developments Bring to the Fore Some Age-Old Questions about Aging



Chapter 1: My Little Law Firm Ends – and I Begin as a So-Called Partner in a Mega-Law Firm

Chapter 2: Normality Ends in America, and a New Cultural Age Dawns: The Age of Grieving Over the End of Normality

Chapter 3: Ruthie’s Journey Ends – and Perhaps a Newborn Inherits Her Great Soul

Chapter 4: An End to Work as I’d Known It — and a Beginning to Strange New ‘Work’ in a Strange Mega-Firm that, Strangely, was Wonderfully Liberating

Chapter 5: My Father Joyously Celebrates His 100th Birthday, and Soon Thereafter His Life Ends. Immediately after his Death, I Unexpectedly Feel Intensely Grateful, and that Feeling Endures

Chapter 6: I Let Go of the Practice of Law and Conventional Work — and Begin the Adventure and Romance of Retirement

Chapter 7: Travels in Retirement I: A Trip to God’s Country, Trump Country and Sacred Native American Ground

Chapter 8: Travels in Retirement II: Visits with, and a Planned Expedition into, Christianity

Chapter 9: Travels in Retirement III: My First Best Friend Travels from China and Stays with Us, My Continuous Best Friend Takes Us on a Trip Mining for Diamonds, and my Beloved and I Repeatedly Take the Tunnel of Love to Nachas in Brooklyn

Chapter 10: Normality Ends Everywhere as Covid Arrives and Joins Unprecedented Climate Change, Wildfires, Heat, Drought, Floods, Species Extinction, etc.; Most of Humanity Awakens to the Fact that Nature Has Become Unbalanced; and Grieving for the Loss of Normality Deepens

Chapter 11: I Respond to Covid by Retreating into and Cultivating My Gardens

Chapter 12: The End of Days May Be Nigh. Be That As It May, I’m Looking Forward — Perhaps to Getting Closer to Sanity and Perhaps to Beginning Some New Foolishness

Last Words



Marvin Wexler

New Rochelle

[email protected]

February 7, 2023