I was out before seven Sunday morning, shuffling my usual VS2, and I crossed paths with two other early morning pedestrians. Bruce 1 and I have known each other for decades. We played baseball together, and, temporarily but firmly known … Continue reading
Ha! Nothing like forgetting the key to the door. I meant to include this link, from the Gallup Poll, as the focus of yesterday’s post. … Continue reading
We drink mostly wine here. A glass or two in the evening, more if we’re joined by friends. There’s always a bottle of something bubbly in the fridge, just in case a celebration comes in order. (We celebrate promiscuously. Why … Continue reading
If you subscribe to iTunes, take a look at the feature offered in “iTunes U” by the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Arts and Sciences, “60 Second Lectures” (which, as far as I can tell are mostly 90-second lectures). There’s … Continue reading
I grew up in an old house that had a wonderful screened porch looking through the remains of an eccentric apple plantation down the yard toward the drive and garage. In the summers of my pre-teen boyhood, I often had … Continue reading
Weathercasters this morning were gleefully terrifying us, showing maps of a green-yellow east coast and scaring us with video of cars consumed as torrents raced down streets. This is catastrophe of the first order! Pair up your animals and launch … Continue reading
…and since I’m my own editor, I get to say, “Oh, no problem. Let’s go with this clip from The Onion.” Study: Most Children Strongly Opposed To Children’s Healthcare … Continue reading
Last summer, H, A, and I decided to do the Hancock Loop, north of the Kancamagus Highway. North and South Hancock (technically, I think, the north and south peaks of Mt. Hancock) are 4,000-footers. The trailhead is right at the … Continue reading
Last night was baseball’s All-Star Game, when the best players from the National League (“the Senior Circuit,” founded 1876) play the best players from the American League (“the Junior Circuit,” having claimed major league status in 1901). I’m a Red … Continue reading
There’s a line uttered by a dying character, a partisan fighting the Nazis along the Eastern Front, in Alan Furst’s The Polish Officer: “The bad people want it their own way, my friend. And how badly they want it is … Continue reading