I am told I wear my heart on my sleeve. But this is ridiculous. Last night, 7Pm walking into Main Street café for dinner and some tunes. Waitress: “Dinner?†Me: “Yes, please. Can I sit here? (pointing to one of the many empty tables at the front) Waitress: “No that’s probably taken.” Me: (staring hard […]
“License and registration please.†“Here’s my license but my registration is in the back.†“Why?†“It’s with the manual and … .†“You know why I stopped you?†“I do.†“You roared away from the light.†“I know. I spent the morning at Sweet Bites drinking coffee and I have to pee. For emphasis I […]
“Adam told to write about the Ice Hotel and dipping into the frozen river with Marianne. He thinks I can develop a story that follows on one I’d already written about cold water swimming in Maine. Start there, weave into it last year’s obsession with White Pond, add a dash — am I mixing my […]
Matt’s back is to me as I enter the kitchen. He’s emptying the dishwasher and the sounds of our odd collection of plates banging into one another partly masks my entry from the hallway. “Hey Matt†He jumps but not high enough. “WHAT,†he answers “Marianne is taking me to a puppet show tonight in […]
for Betty Lou Kibbe, nee Kidwell, 20 July, 1929 to 16 October, 2009 As I flew west towards Omaha with my wife on 15 October, my brother and I still had a mother. Only a little over a day later, we wouldn’t; in fact, within 5 hours of landing we’d lose all of her but […]
for Betty Lou Kibbe, nee Kidwell, 20 July, 1929 to 16 October, 2009 As I flew west towards Omaha with my wife on 15 October, my brother and I still had a mother. Only a little over a day later, we wouldn’t; in fact, within 5 hours of landing we’d lose all of her but […]
(For Jack Stewart Kibbe, 8 October 1929 – 5 June, 2009) This isn’t one of Michael’s pithy, one paragraph obits, sorry. And it seems almost cruel, I’ll grant, to wake the blog from its cryogenic sleep to post of yet another death, but my father was a longtime (though silent) fan. He died at 79 […]
(For Jack Stewart Kibbe, 8 October 1929 – 5 June, 2009) This isn’t one of Michael’s pithy, one paragraph obits, sorry. And it seems almost cruel, I’ll grant, to wake the blog from its cryogenic sleep to post of yet another death, but my father was a longtime (though silent) fan. He died at 79 […]
Lew’s photos from our night at the Acton Jazz Cafe. username: Mark password :Blofish
La Chica couldn’t fit all her stuff on the plane when she headed back to college after her semester in Mexico, so we were supposed to pack up a few last items.  And then I recalled her saying that she can’t get “good” chocolate on campus.  So I thought I’d stick some in the mailing tube with the posters. […]
 Last night our neighbors joined us for dinner. Mom was busy drinking Spanish wine leftover  from the previous night’s guest but here she is last March.
Dark rings, bright rings, bright limb of Saturn, the Pale Blue Dot — a planetary spectacular. – rakkity