From Sunday’s Globe Magazine Squash, Green Bean, and White Bean Casserole “Set the oven at 425 degrees. Spread the squash, flat side up, in a baking pan and sprinkle with olive oil, salt, and black pepper. Add 1/4 cup of the water to the edges of the pan. Roast the squash for 30 minutes or […]
Saturday, we (Dan, Mark, Mark and Adam) all met at out favorite haunt, La Provence, in Concord. We’ve occupied tables there for hours at time, mostly in the back room which is offset from the main dining area. The last time we met for lunch, the back room was closed, and because it was so […]
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Pumpkin, Dolly Smith’s cat, was our cat’s best friend. She’d frequently sit somewhere on the lawn and look at our house, waiting for Skunk to join her. Skunk displayed little interest, but I’d always open the door and let him out. He would then stretch, lie on the deck, lick his paws, gaze at the […]
I wake and the sky Is there, intact The paper is white The ink is black My charmed life Harms no one– No wife, no son Samuel Menashe
Yesterday’s photo of Bill Lewis clearing snow off of his canoe with a wooden paddle brought this emailed response: “Look at the picture you posted on the blog, the snowy one. That thing on the left looks like a zaftig headless, armless woman with very large breasts. I wonder what it means. Other than that […]
As we plan this year’s fall camping trip… a look at the past, Allagash Lake, 1993. View larger image
Flo comments frequently about others in her little community. Mostly, she refers to them as, well, “themâ€, or “theyâ€, or “some,†as in , “some get picked up on weekends.†While we were waiting for the barbershop chorus to begin, she pointed out one woman in spiffy red shorts and matching spandex shirt. “She wears […]
Matt and I are in a valley, at the base of a mountain, trying to decide where to camp. ItÃs an area similar to many in Colorado, with a small town nearby. Adams comes along, pulls out his map and says, ìWeÃll begin at the top and camp at these lakes (pointing to his map […]
Matt and I are in a valley, at the base of a mountain, trying to decide where to camp. ItÃs an area similar to many in Colorado, with a small town nearby. Adams comes along, pulls out his map and says, ìWeÃll begin at the top and camp at these lakes (pointing to his map […]
The Sounds of Concord Barbershop Chorus performed for almost an hour at Concord Park. The number in the Chorus (22) almost outnumbered those in the audience. View larger image Flo, all ears. Audience participation. This is when I left my chair and pretended I had more photos to take.
I’m usually going somewhere, and I’m pretty determined about it, but inevitably I get lost. Most times, I’m in Cincinnati, in the hills above the Ohio River. There are highways, buildings and bridges that cross the river. I’m usually on foot, and as if I suddenly had a stroke, I find myself lost. Which way […]