Woodbury has three burial grounds. The oldest dates back to the 1670s. It’s the smallest, and though it’s well-maintained, to me it’s always felt crowded with fallen and haphazard stones. If you’re say, at the library, it can make a … Continue reading
A few weeks ago I had a little growth on the front of my right thigh that I wanted the dermatologist to take a look at. My longtime derm guy has retired, and the practice is now run on an … Continue reading
When Harry and Meghan left St.George’s Chapel after their wedding the other day, the orchestra was playing the first movement of the glorious Symphony No.1 by William Boyce. It’s sunny, celebratory, and utterly joyful, which made it a perfect choice, … Continue reading
So glad warmer weather is in sight…though the switch to Daylight Savings Time has turned the early mornings dark again. A few weeks ago on line, I came across a set of encouraging Nike winter-running posters that recent New England … Continue reading
My college has decided not to expand the size of its student body, bucking a current trend and turning away from creeping universityitis. The place has changed almost beyond recognition to an ancient grad like me. (Which, generally speaking is … Continue reading
I’ve been training well, and last Saturday I raced a 5-miler. It was an experiment. It’s been decades since I’ve been fit enough to lay it out there and actually compete rather than just staggering along. I was flat out. It … Continue reading
I’ve mentioned before that when things are going well, I often find myself walking around singing Besame Mucho. Why is this? I hate Besame Mucho. Awful in Spanish; hideously, grotesquely, worse in English. Kiss me, kiss me a lot, As if tonight were … Continue reading
I’ve been 70 for a couple of weeks now. The downsides include the old man’s existential confrontation with time and inevitability, disappearing short-term memory, and the onset of Raynaud’s disease, which makes my fingers turn almost comically white and go … Continue reading
My memory is shot. I can’t reliably tell you what day of the week it is, or what we’ve got scheduled for the next few days. I expect soon to forget my middle name. But baseball…. I can tell you … Continue reading