The office isn’t neat by any means, but it is mostly cleared out of papers, files, and books. The issue now is random detritus, and my guess is that the answer to that will be closed eyes and a large … Continue reading
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I had a wonderful, if brief, chat with the Concordians last night. I called just because I was missing my people, and wound up talking to both H and—I thought it was past her bedtime—Sweet B. She’s got an active … Continue reading
I’m on this stuff called Lupron, until at least the end of the year. It blocks testosterone. Which is good if prostate cancer is an issue. So okay. But, of course, blocking testosterone has side effects, some pretty obvious, some … Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I saw this familiar old (and very old-fashioned) poem on the wall of the children’s room of the Concord, NH public library. Books are keys to wisdom’s treasure Books are gates to lands of pleasure; Books … Continue reading
We’re two or three fuzzy-cheeked 13- or 14-year-old ballplayers, being driven to a game by one of our coaches, a man who had actually played professionally. We’re peppering him with questions from the backseat about his experiences, and he’s answering … Continue reading
I can’t express how uncomfortable I am writing this, but I think it might be useful to other men in the same fix, so here goes. I spent about eight weeks in the fall of 2015 at the Mayo Clinic having … Continue reading
It’s Bat Day again! (Originally posted on May 4, 2012, as (Flame-tempered geneology) I was raised an only child by kind and supportive parents. Sound middle-class values were expected, but discipline was gentle, love and respect evident, and abuse … Continue reading
I went to a terrific concert last fall by the Lyra Baroque Orchestra, a group playing mostly baroque music on mostly original instruments. And there was the cellist, sawing away on a cello gripped firmly between her knees, because in the … Continue reading
The office effort continues, but every time I think I’m nearing an acceptable level of accumulated bumf, something turns up, now often in the boxes and files I’d brought down from Dad’s house. Yesterday it was a never-before-seen (by me anyway) … Continue reading
I opened a bottle of wine two nights ago. It gave off an unpleasant smell. A tiny sip confirmed that it was corked. It happens. I took it back to Chris, he gave me a replacement bottle, and all is … Continue reading