After the fire burned through the mattress. Name that bird.
At 3:10 this morning, Diane and I awoke to the sound of two screeching fire alarms, an entire house full of smoke, and Matt’s room so thick with it you couldn’t see his bed. As I screamed, “Fire, Get Out, “ Matt hollered from downstairs, “We’ve got it covered.†What happened? The in-house fire reconstruction […]
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Yesterday, the weather in Acton: “feels like” 102. Evansville : 100. “Someone Tell the President the War Is Over”
Chris’s nickname is Goose; it has been for years. From now on the blog will refer to him as Goose thereby eliminating any need to differentiate between the two Chris’s. Goose comes by once a week to help me work on my yard – trim bushes, that sort of thing. Someday soon he’ll help me […]
My two neighbors, Mary and Dolly, have lived side by side for fifty years. They raised their children together, watched them move away, and then, later, they grieved the loss of their husbands. Mary, slightly older but much frailer, was the first to give up her car keys. From then on she depended on Dolly […]
This heron lives in the swamps that border Applewood. If you drive by, it’ll continue to fish as though it were all alone. If you stop your truck and roll down the window, it’ll continue to perform. If you grab your camera and creep in search of an unobstructed view, hoping for an image that […]
Emma’s color coordinated binder. One of four.
Karen showed us an article from Blackbook Magazine, which described The Hemingway Challenge. Ernest had been asked to write a story in six words and he produced this: “For sale: baby shoes, never used.†That inspired Blackbook to ask 25 other writers to produce their own six word stories. Here are a few: “He remembered […]
Chris’s parents, Karen and John, invited us over for dinner Friday. Sometime during the night, Karen said to me, “How come you only have photos of women from the gallery opening? I wanted to see Merriam’s art.†(If Karen is reading this she now knows what liberal gobs of poetic license I use to recreate […]
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