Greg Downing On request, I was asked to do a piece on how I felt about the trip to Boothbay, and what it meant to me. Of course, how could I refuse? While I won’t say I wake up every day wondering about what to write, it’s important to me that I write, whenever I […]
Dear Henry, I loved your fall description. Here’s a photo that hints at our colorful light displays. I know, you’ll feel like you’ve been dragged back to photosigmoidoscopy… View larger image I didnÃt intentionally ignore Joan Cass’s directions; I defaulted to something that would allow me to resume breathing. Listening to the other stories in […]
A splendid trip indeed. Perfect weather, just enough food, almost not enough toilet paper, menu mix-ups, sore backs, moonlit paddles across dark bodies of water, nighttime stumbles down mountainsides, and Scotch to kill for. And, for me, the most memorable quote of the trip, spoken by Adam, ìDo you two want to go while I […]
My son Patrick’s got a black belt in karate, he thinks nothing of snowboarding all day on the slopes, goes mountain biking for days on hills I’d never consider biking up or down myself. But he had never learned how to play racquetball, and I had a little experience in the game. Anyway, two years […]
Dear Henry. Circa 1974, 318 Beacon St., Somerville My turn to cook lunch. Diane and Jim McMahon sat at our pine table. ìShould I make CampbellÃs Chicken Noodle Soup or their Vegetable Beef?î Both Jim and Diane agreed – Vegetable Beef. I opened the can, poured the contents into the saucepan and stirred. Jim got […]
Dan Downing I first experienced Flamenco up-close-and-personal in a restaurant-theatre in Madrid in May of 2000. I got to spend the better part of a week there on a business trip with two business colleagues and their wives. Linda had been invited to come also, but being the middle of the school year, she had […]