Just a door. My door. The one that leads to the deck. That’s the deck from which I take most of my woodsy pictures because it’s a great view of the yard and the woods that seem to go on… Read More ›
Day: 11/08/2013
WE DON’T NEED NO STINKIN’ CASINO
Living out here, 70 miles away from bustling Boston, the endless war over building (or not) a casino on Suffolk Downs raceway seems unlikely to have much effect on us semi-rural types. There are already two major casinos not far… Read More ›
JEWISH PENICILLIN
It was raining this morning. Not torrential rain. A steady, dismal drip, drip, drip. Kind of like our noses. Drip, drip, drip. And our spirits. Drip, drip, drip. Whatever medication the doctor had to offer we are already taking. It… Read More ›
SERENDIPITY: SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 