George Vecsey of the New York Times writes a modern tale from Spring Training. Ballplayers are slimming down. Uh, yes, we fans say. Perhaps the steroid scandal has something to do with that. And Vecsey, a wonderful old-pro sportswriter, knows … Continue reading
I got home last weekend to find that it’s maple syrup time in southern New England. These buckets are hanging on the maples in the front yard of a house near ours in Woodbury. The trees are tapped and the … Continue reading
Rural Doctoring goes delirious. … Continue reading
M-m-m-m. PBJ on wheat with a nice Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc. Of course, the ultimate taste treat is a mouthful of potato chips and M&M’s. … Continue reading
The “croc-ese”-speaking loser from the strip Pearls Before Swine is barely dipping a toe into middle age, so he lags far behind my 60+ years of fecklessness. But he’s already been helped to the same realization I live with. (Click … Continue reading
How can I tell you what is in my heart?How can I measure each and every part?How can I tell you how much I love you?How can I measure just how much I do? How much do I love you?I’ll … Continue reading
I’ve just been enjoying an elegant luncheon with Spike the Nazgûl. She savored a presentation of céréale de riz, while I dined on lait et légumes Old Faithful, sprayed with perfect regularity by the guest of honor herself. She also … Continue reading
Yesterday I was checking out Amazon’s announcement of the Kindle 2. Over a decade ago, I investigated electronic publication and publication on demand for a small operation that might have benefited from them, but the technology then available wasn’t ready. … Continue reading
Sunday night supper—homemade lentil soup with decent bread, a pretty good Vermont cheddar, and some sliced apple—would probably have been best with a nice red wine, but I’m on a twist-off roll, and a bottle of Goats Do Roam White … Continue reading
I had something unusual happen to me last week: I tried and failed to open a bottle of wine. I don’t mean that a bad cork crumbled or a soft one pushed through into the bottle. I mean I couldn’t … Continue reading