It’s hard to believe that it’s only been four months since Grampa, The Old Yankee Man, moved on to putter around that Great Garage in... Read More
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… on the Patriots, and a first pitch
I’m a football fan. Baseball? Not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I love the whole iconic thing – even a bit of a... Read More
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… (shhh!) on the secret of close family and friends
Acceptance. That’s it. Anything else gums up the works… probably not irreparably, but it can get pretty gummy. So, acceptance. I learned that a... Read More
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… on the last first day
It’s quiet. No quieter than it is when you went to practice yesterday Or out to the local rib joint with your friends last... Read More
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… on the roadies taking the stage
It happens every year. In one, or more than one, cars packed to the gills (or grills?), the family slowly rolls down the driveway... Read More
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… on sensing the light
The other day I headed outside because the light was calling me. The light I could see. The world crunched beneath my bare feet.... Read More
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… remembering nana, and ‘skimming’
My grandmother was a ‘skimmer’. Not of books, she read those in detail, but of negative stuff. Now, negative stuff for Nana ran the... Read More
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… on kevins (and family)
Being the summer of me considering becoming a professional wildlife photographer, maine-ly because the critters keep showing up – miraculously – when I am... Read More
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… on looking, and seeing
Every Thursday, beginning at 8:00 a.m., Boothbay hosts a farmers’ market. It’s hard to miss because someone, and I don’t know who because I... Read More
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… on following someone else’s recommendations
A long time ago, I read a book by the writer, minister, drawer, painter, philosopher, sculptor, mango-cello player, ditch-digger, newspaper carrier, IBM salesman, and... Read More
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… on taking the night in
shhhh… (g’night)
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… on taking the morning in
shhhh… (good mornin’)