ì ‘Sugar.’ You like that, donÃt you?à ìYou mean Jeff and Karen?î ìHey, Sugar.î ìItÃs a southern thing, isnÃt it?î ìI guess so.î ìWe say, ‘hon.’ Maybe they think hon is quaint.î ìWe do say that, donÃt we?î ìOften. You use it all the time.î ìExcept when I say it, IÃm thinking h-u-n.î Dinner at […]
View image Matthew brought Sarah and we had a most unusual MFA experience. The Ralph Lauren Collection of Cars. Cars? Not art? Audio players with Ralph describing at what age he fell in love with which car? ìDad, heÃs a jackass.î DonÃt misinterpret, weÃre glad we went, but IÃm convinced it set the mood for […]
View image Matthew brought Sarah and we had a most unusual MFA experience. The Ralph Lauren Collection of Cars. Cars? Not art? Audio players with Ralph describing at what age he fell in love with which car? ìDad, heÃs a jackass.î DonÃt misinterpret, weÃre glad we went, but IÃm convinced it set the mood for […]
My last day with Teresa. ìHow is your coffee? Warm enough?î She asked. ìItÃs perfect coming from a microwave.î ìI heated it for forty-three seconds.î ìDid you call Walter this morning at seven?î ìI did. But yesterday, or was it Monday…I walked the dog again and he called at 7:03 wondering if I had fallen […]
Denise Dill playing at Penny Lane in Evansville, Indiana. View image
Bonnie Downing, Bill Connet, Beth and Ed (aka rakkity) Diane, Dan Downing and me. View larger image
We leave the house in twenty minutes at 4:20 AM with one stop to pick up my brother, Brian, in Cambridge, to catch a 6:30 flight to Evansville, Indiana. I hope to update the blog from afar, but who knows. In the meantime, here is a photo that will surely raise questions such as: why […]
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At 1 p.m. a woman called the police to report a disagreement she had had in the parking lot of Roche Bros. Supermarket. The caller reported that after she accidentally hit a parked car with the door of her car, the owner of the car yelled at her and accused her of being a poor […]
Last fall, Ginger and I were driving back to her house in Newton, when a large hawk – pale belly with brown markings – swooped down and landed on a branch above us. We passed under him, with mouths agape. I know raptors are coming back to the cities, but this was the first time […]
First Dream IÃm lying in a white cast iron bathtub, the kind with legs, but not claw feet, and IÃm riding around Acton. Or sliding. The tub stops in front of the bank on Main St. and I peer out. I donÃt see anyone, but the sun is up and it feels to be about […]
After braving thin ice this morning to capture the nests in the Heron Rookery in Littleton, I returned home to find this email from Adam: “I forgot to mention the observation that had actually prompted me to call as I passed your house yesterday — how cool the Heron Swamp on Rt. 2 looked, all […]