Matt holds the door at the Quarterdeck restaurant for Flo et al while pondering how heÃll have time to hang with us, study for his final final, take the test, pack and be ready by 2 PM for his trip to Logan and Barcelona.
Sunday’s barbecue at the Finlays.
It was a cloudy, dreary, rainy day – killer conditions for my little Nikon – but here’s Charlie’s graduation in pictures and a slideshow. Though I did receive help, I take responsibility for all the captions.
Linda, Diane’s cousin, comes to town and right away springs Flo from the confines of Concord Park. First, she takes Flo to Village Video to say hi to a startled Matt, and then stops by our house and after a short visit, drives off to bingo in Maynard. Flo hasn’t looked so healthy in months.
Linda, Diane’s cousin, comes to town and right away springs Flo from the confines of Concord Park. First, she takes Flo to Village Video to say hi to a startled Matt, and then stops by our house and after a short visit, drives off to bingo in Maynard. Flo hasn’t looked so healthy in months.
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, […]
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.