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I’ve written about Georgia before; Watson is his given name. After you load up your lumber you have to pass by George and wait while he matches your sales receipt to what is in your truck. When he finishes, he snaps the pink copy from the white and hands you the white. As he says, […]
Two Sundays ago, Rick played his last piano gig of the year. I’d hoped he’d play holiday music, but he did not. Dan, who sometimes joins us, brought his poodle, Paxie. I’m still amazed at how that dog brightens Flo’s compatriots. Everyone wants to hold her, everyone but Lois(seated next to Flo). Lois told me […]
Steven, innocently, sent me this photo of the Golovcsenkos taken at Mark and Judy’s new house. Clockwise: Simon, Annie and Steven, Mark’s mother,Judy, Mark, Mark’s wife, Judy, my co-conspirator, Steven’s brother, Igor and Karen. View larger image
Aunt Myrt, Mark Queijo’s mother’s eldest sister, recently celebrated her ninetieth birthday. What to give a woman who must have most everything she will ever need? Click here to view her daughter Lois’s inspired idea, but first think 90 and think pink.
Peter and Patti’s daughter, Kate.
Last night Rakkity sent me the link to this summer’s hike into the mountains by the “fogies foursome.” The mountain range now has a pseudonym to keep it annoymous and unfindable, at least by readers of this blog. Rakkity tells me the accompanying text is sparse, but when time allows, he will add more. Yes, […]
We celebrated Flo’s birthday last night at the Hopkins’. She’ll turn 92 on Monday. View larger image Matt and Flo, with Mary peering out from the centerpiece. View larger image Flo told this story last night: “I’m sitting with my friends at Concord Park and this lady walks up, bends down, looks into my face […]
We celebrated Flo’s birthday last night at the Hopkins’. She’ll turn 92 on Monday. View larger image Matt and Flo, with Mary peering out from the centerpiece. View larger image Flo told this story last night: “I’m sitting with my friends at Concord Park and this lady walks up, bends down, looks into my face […]
Rick and Eileen Cote, nearby neighbors and close friends of Peter and Patti, invited us all to their house for Thanksgiving. The dining table sagged under the weight of food prepared by the CoteÃs, which included TWO turkeys cooked by Rick, and assorted dishes brought by guests. Mary Hopkins sent us north with her creamed […]
Chris isn’t as long winded as I am… Here’s mine. Robby’s at my house and Matt calls us on his cell phone. He tells us he’s nearby, sitting on the railroad tracks. All of a sudden we hear the blast of the train whistle and then Matthew screaming, ‘Oh SHIT.’
It was the end of the summer and Chris was working with me on those condominiums. He was about to leave for baseball camp, vacation, and then the beginning of school. “Hey, go.†“Go?†“Yeah, go.†“Go?†“It’s your turn. Start!†“Start?†“Come on, this work will bore us both to death without more stories. […]