WE WERE NEVER A CURRIER AND IVES COUPLE – GARRY ARMSTRONG

The title comes from an episode of "The West Wing" which we are binging again in this early spring of discontent and dismay.  The series is even better this time around, a great mental prescription from the Coronavirus while our world seeks a political hangover cure. Many of us, struggling with the present, have tinted … Continue reading WE WERE NEVER A CURRIER AND IVES COUPLE – GARRY ARMSTRONG

GREAT TEACHERS: A VERY LONG DEFERRED THANK YOU – Marilyn Armstrong

In the course of my school days, I had a handful of great teachers to whom I will be eternally grateful. They taught me to learn, to love reading, to make up stories and write them down. To write non-fiction that was complete, accurate and unbiased. To find humor in physics. To love history, religion, … Continue reading GREAT TEACHERS: A VERY LONG DEFERRED THANK YOU – Marilyn Armstrong

THE SONG IS YOU – Garry Armstrong

One of the great pleasures in my life these days is our car radio. Marilyn, in one of the most thoughtful of her gifts in this past year of discontent, signed us - me really - for Sirius Satellite radio, highlighted by the signature "Siriusly Sinatra" station.  It's all Sinatra, 24-7. Not just Sinatra. It's … Continue reading THE SONG IS YOU – Garry Armstrong

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE – Marilyn Armstrong

By Clement Clarke Moore 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums … Continue reading THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE – Marilyn Armstrong

DRY LEAVES THAT FALL BEFORE THE WINDS – Marilyn Armstrong

I am not as nostalgic about the past as many people. I had a difficult and often unpleasant childhood. It's hard to put aside the unhappy childhood memories to find happy ones. They get tangled up. It is in the autumn where good memories live on. That perpetual autumn I can sometimes smell in the … Continue reading DRY LEAVES THAT FALL BEFORE THE WINDS – Marilyn Armstrong