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 ›
To Tell The Truth, Rich Paschall At times it may seem okay to tell an “innocent little lie.” You may want to “protect” someone from the truth. You may not want to hurt them. You may want to save bad… Read More ›
SHARE YOUR WORLD 7-6-2021 Our “heat dome” broke and it has been raining every day since. I don’t mind the rain and I certainly don’t mind the cooler temperatures. I know the heat will be back, too, so I’m very inclined… 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 ›
As a group, we spend a lot of time pumping ourselves up about the how great blogging is and what we can (should) do to keep enjoying it. There are a lot of great things about blogging or none of… 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 ›
A while ago (a few weeks maybe?), I made two chicken pot pies. We ate one for dinner and froze the second one. The other night, Owen was poking around the deep freeze and said, “How about pot pie for… Read More ›
Today is the simultaneous anniversary of the day the Titanic sank and the day Fenway Park opened. For many Sox fans, it just figures that two such major catastrophes would occur on the same day. It took 84 years for… 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 ›
We used to have big fat chittering chipmunks everywhere on the property. They were about the size of a small squirrel. Meanwhile, in the same woods, there is a very small version of the bigger chipmunks. Our new ones really… 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 ›
