Molly’s a natural blond with a wasp’s waist. I’m guessing she’s in her forties because she has two grown daughters, both of whom live out of state. I don’t know how long Molly’s been divorced, but unlike some women I meet, she appears perfectly comfortable living alone. The company she works for assists special needs […]
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It’s over, he’s all moved in and Matt’s first class is this morning at 9:40. Here’s a short bit from Friday and Saturday’s events. Background music, “A Nice Life” by Paradox. **************** This New York Times article and linked video from Adam.
Dear Helen, Diane and I are chillin’ here in Boothbay Harbor. We’re sleeping late, eating out and dreading our return trip home. As we crested Eastern Ave., about to descend the hill to Hannaford’s grocery store, I thought I’d give you a call and talk about Matt going off to college. Then I felt a […]
Diane, Matthew and Brian boarded flight 5807 lifting off from Dress Memorial in Evansville at 10:09 a.m.. I waved goodbye and drove back to my father’s house. I had a huge list of to-do’s before the to-do’s birthed new to-do’s. The first, a drive to the elder law attorney where my father signed his Living […]
My mother told me that when she was four her father and a friend of his were outside arguing. I don’t remember the man’s name or what the spat was about , but the friend, in jest, raised his fist in a threatening manner. As men do. Helen Virginia O’Connell promptly picked up a rake […]
My mother told me that when she was four her father and a friend of his were outside arguing. I don’t remember the man’s name or what the spat was about , but the friend, in jest, raised his fist in a threatening manner. As men do. Helen Virginia O’Connell promptly picked up a rake […]
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Here’s the Quicktime (7MB) unedited version of the making of “Where The Hell Is Michael.” Following Matthew’s lead, I’m gonna publicly thank Jeff and Karen and their friends – Connie, Chris, Wayne and Mark.
I’m pretty sure this is our twenty-second wedding anniversary, but since I broke my finger I haven’t been able to wear my wedding ring on which the date is inscribed. Although without an electron microscope I wouldn’t be able to read it anyway. I’m going to trust my intuition…met in ’69…moved into her bedroom in […]
Last night Diane escorted me to the American Repertory Theatre to see Monsieur Chopin . This was the end of a two-day birthday celebration which began with polenta pie, presents and my traditional cherry pie dessert. Though I knew where we were going, Diane made me promise not to peek at the ART’s website. A […]
After a month and half of rain. That much talked about Ford F-650 ************ Take Comfort Where You Can Not for nothing are we given at least as much sense as God gave a goose, which we have no access to, sensewise. We don’t speak goose nor recognize what body language there may be in […]