My road trip to Indiana and back provided me with another forty hours of Old Time Radio listening pleasure. Add the forty for my previous trip and all those working hours spent with my portable CD player plugged into my head, and I’d say I’ve become a quasi-authority on the subject. Here (6 MB, playing […]
View image Easy Riders A birthday wish The deepest being being a longing to satisfy a longing for a solitude of two. Lawerence Joseph
While I was in Evansville a friend emailed this account of a recent night spent enjoying a thunderstorm. Ever-hungry for effortless posts, I cajoled them into letting me post it (actually, for true effortlessness, I emailed it to Adam and asked him to post it for me while I drive). Besides, I loved the story. […]
It’s 4 AM and I’m on the road again.
No subtitles. There are photos of Holiday Retirement Village, some with Helen’s good friend, Ruth Hetzel, and a few of yesterday’s thunderstorm, and one of the bath tech Winnie’s truck, behind my truck. Gallery
Life After Death May 1994 My great journalistic contribution to my family is that I write obituaries. First my mother’s, twenty-two years ago, listing her accomplishments: two daughters, three sons. Then that of my father’s second wife, dead of the same disease that killed his first one. Last week it was my sister-in-law. “Sherry Quindlen, […]
Chris Here is little Dash in his new home. Last night, due to thunder and lightening all night, we were up quite a bit. He kept barking in his crate, so I’d take him outside or come downstairs with him. Finally Mark said, at 3AM when I brought the dog in our room and that […]
Hobson’s choice is said to have had its origin in the name of one Thomas Hobson (ca. 1544-1631), at Cambridge, England, who kept a livery stable and required every customer to take either the horse nearest the stable door or none at all.
Chris mailed me three Anna Quindlen articles, two of which are included in QuindlenÃs new book “Loud and Clear.” I read the first “Oh, Godot” to Helen this morning. It reminds me of the speech Malcolm Clarke gave to Charlie’s graduating Deerfield class, because it, too, is a commencement speech. Clarke’s much longer narrative might […]
If you look down the long slope of Locust Hill Cemetery, past the ordered grave stones, you’ll see Holiday Retirement Village. On the outside it pales in comparison to the “posh hotel†which is Concord Park. However, once you walk in the door, you feel like you’re back in West Concord. The reception area is […]
I drove down by the river, past Ellis Park where they race horses, and then under both bridges which cross into Kentucky. I wanted to see in the daylight, what I could only vaguely see in the dark, last year, when I missed my right turn onto Bellemeade. Less mysterious in the light of day, […]
Captain, Captive Captain, captive Of your fate Fast asleep On the bed you made Dream away Wake up late. Samuel Menashe I don’t have a photo editing program so for once I have to post exactly what I’ve snapped, and without an editor, I have to post what I write, and without anything dramatic happening […]