I don’t know that I’ll know how to just BE in the room, if and when it is judged to be done (which will have to be by more objective observers). It has become so much The Project for me, such that its needing doing now seems sufficient reason just for its being. I’m not […]
Dear Henry, Although you didnÃt ask, youÃll be interested to know that I visited DianeÃs new office, and met most of her fellow fighters of anorexia in teenage girls. Diane needed various colorful photos hung, and after failing to drive simple nails into her walls-you know women, where would they be without men-she begged for […]
Susan wouldn’t need the title to know that this is Adam’s photograph.
Susan wouldn’t need the title to know that this is Adam’s photograph.
I could take credit for finding these links (think Matt’s photos) but I won’t. They were sent to me by my brother. Ed can relate to this one. The trampoline is too small. You could spend the day here, but I don’t suggest it. And this guy, well, he was just insane. On the dock […]
Mock Orange My mother comes in the front door. That smell is too much, she says, nodding toward the mock orange. Those little white flowers are pretty, but the bush smells too ripe, don’t you think? Maybe you should cut it back. It smells like those locust trees in New York near the hospital-so sweet […]
Matt flipping those cakes. Robby and Joe. Leaf on a silk thread.
Sunday morning Matthew announced that he and Daryl were going to cook breakfast. Matt’s perfect pancake in spite of three adults sitting back in their easy chairs telling him they could do a better job. A dozen eggs (scrambled) in one sauce pan cooked over flames that threaten to incinerate the chef. They too were […]
There is a dock, or a platform, or a whateveryoucallit, that is anchored by cinderblocks in Spoonsà Pond, about fifty feet from the dock that is a dock, as in a land based boat dock, except there are no boats that dock to it. Anyway, the boys got this brilliant idea to pull up the […]
How about missing that which is right in front of you? A scratch ticket with the winning numbers? The solution to a puzzle? A street sign? HereÃs one of mine. Late fall, 1980, while I was working at Emerson Hospital as a respiratory therapist. ì I feel sick. Is it hot in here? IÃm sweating, […]
Matt and Chris stipping shingles from Chris’s garage roof and getting paid a minimum wage busting $15.00/hr Up close: Chris Grojean, Robby Nadler, Matthew Miller