Adam missed the great potluck, pre-camping trip dinner, which might be the real reason there have now been concerned parental offers of satellite phones, St. Bernards and Navy submersion suits. His large, responsible and calming presence would have, I am quite sure, reassured the group. Unless, of course, they were privy to this image and […]
Spring at Torroemore Good news for the propective canoeing campers. If you want to take another panoramic photograph of Torroemore you have to swim or take a boat to that same spot on the lake. The latitude of Lake Sylvia is about 45.2, while Millinocket, the nearest town to Lobster Lake is 46.5. Okay, maybe […]
HereÃs the deal. Jan takes one week off a year and flies to Aruba with a friend. But, she wonÃt leave the house unless Mark agrees to stay home and provide loving care for all the animals. Works for Jan, sort of works for Mark, but it really worked for me. That week I had […]
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Camping Matt is not fond of cold weather or rain, and Robby (pictured above bagging groceries at Idylwilde) smiled broadly when I told him our first night in Millinocket ME would be spent in a motel. Visions of turquoise bottomed swimming pools danced in his head. Not small rooms with ceilings the color of cigarette […]
An offering to the Google gods.
Let’s say you arrive at your local bowling alley with these boys and all the balls are in use … .
Condi Rice and Zorg from the Fifth Element
This Much I Do Remember It was after dinner. You were talking to me across the table about something or other, a greyhound you had seen that day or a song you liked, and I was looking past you over your bare shoulder at the three oranges lying on the kitchen counter next to the […]
I don’t know about rakkity, here pictured with the future Mrs. rakkity in 1977, but I sure wish he still had that shirt. View larger image The Wedding- Tree Growers Meadow – 1978 Diane, Molly, the happy husband and his blushing bride (this will teach rakkity to send me photos without annotation). View larger image […]
Willow last night with the jazz saxophonist, whom I believe is married to the guitarist. I offered to break our Friday night routine, but Diane claimed she had been dreaming of sushi with a bowl of white rice. I’ve been searching for prints of rakkity, and this all I can find so far. Back when […]