Or, “Some days chicken, some days feathers”, as the old fox was heard to say. I got up late today. Nine thirty. I felt pretty good though. Being of the older generation and still with a pinch of piss and vinegar left in the veins I pretend that I am indestructible. “Bullet proof” as my … More George Does What He Pleases and Hits It Out of the Park.
Slowly, imperceptibly I have combined force fields with Nina Olff. Over a period of one year we circled and observed one another until I invited myself to her neighborhood in metropolitan Boston for a quick day visit. We met at her and Eric’s house in Brookline. She and Eric have been married for about twenty … More Example: A Good Friend Is…Nina. We Hit All the High Notes.
I have been thrust into the age old battle of what I call “local truth”. It is my choice. I choose to enter this arena and I also choose to complain about it ad nauseam. Ad nauseam in all directions to be thorough. The same conflicts, the same glances, the same responses, the same outcomes. … More Routine, Habit, Truth, Conformational Intelligence, Myth, Time Honored Tradition, Culture, The Way It’s Always Been.
I’ve been thinking of old friends in recent months. Gaining new acquaintances and losing old friends. I have concluded that we are all like ships passing at night. I’ve seen my share. My Navy career included nearly 18 years of sea duty; blue water sailing. Out of sight of land most of the time. Atlantic, … More Ships Passing at Night.
THE MESSIAH, THE SOLAR GAIN, AND THE INABILITY TO FLUSH THE TOILET In that order I have titled this piece about love, warmth, and how life is on earth. I remember how my first wife and I sat close to each other and wondered if our first child was the second coming of Christ. In … More No Power but So What~
George Goodwin <sirago5@gmail.com> 3:05 AM (0 minutes ago) to Robert He lives near Santa Fe. I was on the lookout for him. In case I saw him I would hail him and flag him down. Tell him about my friend Robert in Boothbay. Get him to take Robert’s email address and maybe he would write something profound, … More One Member of the Boothbay Harbor Writers Group Writes a note (by email) to the Other. The Subject of the Email is Cormac McCarthy.
The difference between a fairy tale and a sea-story, as I’ve always been instructed, is the fairy tale begins with “Once upon a time…” whereas the sea story begins “This ain’t no shit now…”. I’ve been known to spin a few in my time. Tonight I was sent on an errand to the shoe store … More Shaggy Dogs, Tighty Whiteys, and Too-small Shoes.
I’m in Santa Fe visiting a good friend, enjoying being unsure, and practicing good behavior and being helpful rather than a hindrance. A tall order for an old geezer with control issues and feelings of inadequacy. Enough about me, how are you doing? Here is a repeat story from the past. It is one of … More Busy and Unsure. So What! That’s Life. Move Along, Sailor…
A favorite topic, the light and the dark of ourselves. I prefer more to wonder about the shadow. Our shadow is the part of us that is invisible to everyone; not just ourselves, to our own best friends or family or someone who is very familiar with our ways. The shadow would be the glass … More Dark and Light: Feeling the Two at Once.
I’ve been quiet for the past several weeks, relatively speaking. With hurricanes, attendant grief and loss, as well as this latest unimaginable murder of people in Las Vegas I have been overwhelmed. There has been no moment to myself that has not been contaminated with outside violence or mayhem of some sort. I haven’t had … More Florence Pushee and the Finger Bowl.
Playing Fair and Being Kind 