This, from my friend, Brian Pontz (left) . Brian worked at Channel1 and he was a part of the pokergroup, but now it seems all he does is move. He asked me for help and I said sure until I remembered I had to water my plants that day. “The move was a disaster. We […]
The pain in my jaw had reached that tipping point. Could I suffer through it, or would I have to jump in front of the first bus? The last three dayshad beenunpleasant , but for some reason, as I walked to the dentist’s office, the throbbing that had been a discordant cymbal player morphed into […]
Bertha and Emerson Downing View larger image I remember when I first met Emerson. I was at work, and my aunt called me and told me to come home early, because a Gringuito was coming in answer to the ad for the room, and I was the only one who could speak English. My mother, […]
Bertha and Emerson Downing View larger image I remember when I first met Emerson. I was at work, and my aunt called me and told me to come home early, because a Gringuito was coming in answer to the ad for the room, and I was the only one who could speak English. My mother, […]
With permission, I’m posting this email Adam sent to both me and his father. The New York Lighfair was enormous, though lacking some familiar names. Lots of big names don’t show a booth, both because of industrial espionage, but also the cost — the bigger you are, the harder to distinguish yourself, so the more […]
Wendy-Jean View larger image After a weekend of salty sea air and sumptuous seafood, we are refreshed and ready for anything that may come our way. Wednesday, Flo will be discharged from Rivercrest and Diane will move her ( I’m in charge of the TV) back to Concord Park. We expect a rousing welcome from […]
Adam sent me this photograph about a month ago. This river to be is now all river. View larger image Matt is on Spring Break in Florida and we are going to be in Chatham on the Cape until Monday. No computer access and no updates unless the Benedict Arnold Twins, Adam and Dan, chime […]
When you read this remember when my grandmother was born – a long time ago – and where she grew up – the southwestern part of Missouri. Helen and I are waiting to see her liver doctor. “What do you see?†I held up my fingernails. “You’re not anemic.†“That’s right. And do you remember […]
Chris is tall and his grey hair, parted on one side, complements his blue eyes as if it were dyed to match. He looks like he could be Ted Kennedy’s son, and when he told me his mother knew Ted, I thought, okay. “I don’t need much, a couple 1×8’s of quarter-sawn white oak.†As […]
The Big Picture
Helen, after her first office visit, admiring her flowers. Yesterday reminded me of one of the camping group’s fall bushwhacks through the Maine woods. We have a plan, a view, we have a destination, a mountain top, but we never quite get there. A rocky outcrop, an opening through the trees, a glimpse of the […]
As I sit here my mother tells me stories. Because “here‚†is at her fabulous new computer, I try to write them down as fast as she speaks, but I get behind. She’s a terrific story teller with a scary memory, and if I could keep up, I’d have no editing to do. Today, I’m […]