Sent by my brother, Brian. ” This one burned for eight hours (14 firetrucks) and killed a 78 year-old woman on the first floor. The water was six inches deep in the street and it was still burning when they knocked it down. “ View larger image
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This card’s from the company that picks up my construction debris.
Some people really know how to treat their local carpenter. View image
A rapt roomful listening to Rick Scalise. Flo never misses his concerts. View image I recorded Rick’s last piece, a Hungarian something or another which he claimed was ultra popular. Sounds tinny coming from my camera. Flo poses with “the other two dummies.”
September 14, 1955 – November 8, 2005 Photos displayed at yesterday’s Memorial Reception .
Peter, Patti and Peter’s brother, Jim. (1987) View larger image
Here are two cartoons from recent New Yorkers Chris handed me today. First, this one which Fern* and I both found quite funny, and secondly, this cartoon which only I laughed at. But I laughed hard enough for both of us. I’m fond of the “Get busy living or get busy dying, that’s goddamn right,” […]
Welcome home, Adam and Trica. But do they have a ranking for timely cleanup? To paraphrase Tip O’Neil, all weather is local .
On the way to Mark’s to return his lawn mower, borrow more firewood and have donuts and coffee. This early Saturday morning drive is traditionally one Adam and I take together, but he’s far, far away. View across Lovewell Pond from Mark and Jan’s property.
Last Saturday, I sped out to Mark Queijo’s house to borrow his lawn mower and grab another trailer (his) load of firewood, and of course there is no getting near that guy without helping him do seventeen other things (you might call it equal trade, but believe me, he’ll be in the red as long […]
So we found a place with a card reader — let me know how the attached come through (shrunken with Microsoft Paint, whatever that is). We took a bus to Siena today, which was beautiful but even more of a ripoff for unwary tourists than Firenze. Glad to be back. Tomorrow we climb the Duomo […]