Dateline: Uxbridge, Massachusetts It was an ordinary day in southern New England. Late summer and at least it wasn’t raining as it had for most of the summer. The leaves were pondering the possibility of changing color with hints of yellow… Read More ›
SURIVING BRIDGES IN A VERY SMALL BOAT Gwaihir, our 16-foot Soling was a doughty sloop. Built of fiberglass, aluminum and a bit of teak for deck, rails and hatch, she lived in my basement through the off-season. I lovingly painted… Read More ›
When I went into the bedroom last night, Garry was watching “Sodom and Gomorrah.” Specifically, he was asleep and the TV was on. Given what he had been watching, I can understand. I’m not big on old movies that purport… Read More ›
Fandango’s Provocative Question – #17, Revisited What do I remember? What do I remember only in parts? Do I remember anything that didn’t happen? It’s an interesting question. To the best of my understanding, I remember something or I have… Read More ›
Maybe it doesn’t matter but maybe it does.
“Just imagine how awful we’d feel,” I told Betty one day, “if we got to the end of our lives and never produced our play. Especially if we really could have. We’d always regret it.” That’s how I pushed Betty to… Read More ›