I have a gang of characters who travel with me. I know I’m not alone in this so don’t get smart. (Laughter) Here is a story that came out of this phenomenon recently. I carry good, bad, and ugly situations around and I entertain myself easily with replays. Sometimes I win all of the arguments. … More Are We Ever Really Alone?

Where I choose to sit for most of the day has a nice view of the land that surrounds The Castle. From this seat and through that glass door I can see the Universe. I can see forward and backward for Centuries and I can see some of the simplest most pleasurable objects and events. … More The Best Things in Life are Free (well, not quite)

“SOME DAYS CHICKEN, SOME DAYS FEATHERS” So says the older fox who has learned that ‘this too shall pass’ is quite accurate. Whether you’re having a good day or a bad day or an intermediate day you can bet your bottom dollar that it will pass and one or the other will show up. Yesterday … More Some Days Chicken, Some Days Feathers

Triggers are funny in that they intervene in a variable sense. Humans are such complex creatures in that our moods linger and flare and play around with us so that the slightest intervening variable will trip up the whole mess in an instant. Something happened today that altered my mood tremendously. I’ll not get into … More Nostalgia, Melancholy, and a Rare Bit of Loneliness

You know, sometimes thoughts come and linger and a tale begins to form into sentences and images. I can entertain myself with the images and the words that would convey the sense of feeling and thought accurately. That is the object as far as I can tell. If a thought morphing into an entertaining tale … More It’s Never Too Late (to be the good son)

Now there’s a loaded question, eh? I found a poem I wrote during a particularly difficult period after my first, or inaugural, winter drive to the left coast in 2012. I’d returned to find my house empty of wife, furnishing, personal belongings, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. This poem reflects the dark nature of humans, certainly my … More What’s Hiding in You?

Once in a while I get to relate my experiences from my Navy days. I’ve a lot of stories. I spent twenty three years in the canoe club, many years on submarines at sea. I enjoyed my time at sea and under water. I realize it takes a special person to tolerate those conditions. I … More Some Stories are Hard to Tell. Here’s One.

I met Eddie in the first grade. He did something for me that was so sweet and comforting. He reached out to me and during our few years together in grade school we traveled easily together. Of course all of our journeys were behind the tenement buildings and triple-deckers of our neighborhood. How we met was my … More Eddie Coombs

Today is going to be a warm day here in Maine. It’s going to get up to 83 F. A scorcher! (Pronounced “Scotchah”) I went out early to mow part of the lawn before the heat drove me down for the day. I saw a baby grasshopper playing in the grass. Of course I mowed … More High Heat and a Baby Grasshopper