THE SOUND OF FALL IN COLOR We are getting some color here at The Castle. A few maples around town are turning near the top. It should be still good when Patsy gets here. Most of our colors will be subtle and rich. The red oaks give a purple and copper color that reminds me … More I Have a Symphony of My Own

I found a record shop in Waterville, Maine. I found it online. Waterville is a far drive from Boothbay, about an hour and 15. Something drew me to this record shop. I’m not sure what or why. I liked the description and figured I could give up a drive to investigate and remove the urge … More Sibelius Symphony No. 5 Birth and Death and Love

I got involved today on a thread that discussed the insanity of walking away from an untenable situation in such a manner as to speak truth to power and refuse to be oppressed all at once. I love being involved in conflict with the power structure. Don’t tell me that I can’t express myself or … More Fuck it. I Quit!

A cover of clouds and a soft rain are welcome at The Castle. The air is warm. My broken storm door blew open and would not obey my mental demand to get back into place. When the storm door behaves this way its activities produce small sounds that get into my life causing me to … More The Air is Warm and the Rain is Soft

DODGING BULLETS LEFT AND RIGHT After my visit last week with my primary care physician on Thursday I began to feel like I had a plan for returning to my former energetic life style. Little did I know. On Friday and Saturday I was feeling just as tired and at times, after a brief physical … More Dodging Bullets Left and Right

BELIEVE, BE LIVE, LIVE I was standing outside South Station waiting for the bus. This was in 1981 and I was working in East Boston at a half-way house for alcoholics. I’m not sure why I was there at the bus stop. I only know that I was using the MBTA for practical reasons and … More Who Is The Architect of Your Life? Do Tell.

This post is about the human side of life that can be uplifting as well as disappointing. Maybe not so much disappointing as grounding or sobering. Yesterday morning I was lying in bed after a night of fitful semi-conscious activity. I had trouble catching my breath and there was a tension in my upper chest … More Humans, Humanists, and Human Behaviors

I’m thinking about joining the ‘Y’. I need to move more than my present life style allows. I used to run mile after mile on the roads in Boothbay and the Harbor. I don’t anymore. Surgeries on knee and shoulder have taken me out of circulation running-wise. I still appreciate walking and while traveling across … More YMCA, The 70s, and Prison