I’m so connected to this place. I feel rooted. Not necessarily a positive feeling let me tell you. Fecund, smells of earth and green, pine straw and long grass begging for the lawn mower, rake. My yard looks like a place where an older man with several vital hobbies and interests might dwell. Lumber of … More 40 Degrees F., Rainy, Spring is Here!
I’ve been home one week and I’ve not gotten into trouble, yet. The great thing for me is my needs to correct things. Often times I wait to see if things are self correcting and when I’m convinced not then I try to twist the energy toward a helpful direction. My patience has refined over … More One Week Home
About five or six years ago Doug and I came up with an idea of starting a men’s group in our community. Then I shared with him that it would take at least three years to form a group that was self supporting with a regular contingent of participants. I’d read this, as part of … More Men’s Group…a Successful Try at Doing Good.
THE LAW OF THE CLUB AND FANG I was gazing at a photo I took in Rockland a few years back. In the harbor at one of the ship yards there are three vessels tied up to the dock. The afternoon sun pours bright light across the colorful sides of all three. No work appears … More Ships lying at anchor in a harbor look lovely…but that is not where ships belong. Ships belong at sea.
I left the Marine Corp Air Station at Cherry Point, North Carolina before morning colors. I scooted up Route 70 for a little while and picked up U.S. 17. 17 is one of my faves forever. Mostly four lane, speed limit at 55, and lots of green trees and swamps to wonder about. Plus it … More Three of the United States and Easter. Plus I Eat East Indian Food. No Meat.
For all practical purposes I’m a high school dropout. I posted a story some time ago titled “What Time Is It?”. That describes in brief my experience with those four miserable years at Boston English High School. What I do know though is that lower math is my forte. Not much to brag about but … More Lower Math Skills and Polite Company
Many years ago, perhaps while I was in middle school, I heard a tune being played from the electric organ my mother used professionally on stage. We were traveling with a wonderful stage review hosted by the George A. Hamid-Morton circus. See here: http://www.circusesandsideshows.com/circuses/hamidmortoncircus.html Those years formed my body, mind, and imagination for the rest … More Scattered, Solo, and Slightly Scared
Playing Fair and Being Kind 