As we were driving along I listened to my children start a scrap. My daughter made a provocative statement that pricked my son’s adolescent sensitivities. He rumbled, in an increasingly threatening tone, “What do you MEAN?” Kati’s tail feathers immediately went up — FWIP! — and the next step was clear. I could see a … Read more »
Last night, about late:30, I asked my daughter the movie enthusiast a question about a movie she’d just seen. Well, she was VERY excited to tell me about it. The plot was a little complicated and the storyline emotionally upheaving. Read more »
If the right fish ain’t bitin’ the bait you’re flickin’, change the bait ‘till the right biters bite. Read more »
I walked with a friend as she walked her dogs a few nights ago. Her “hounds” are big, affectionate, and full of energy. She had them off-leash, so they explored and investigated at a half-urgent leisurely trot at a distance of 20 – 40 yards or so. At one point, my friend whistled a pattern … Read more »
The weekly mail pickup brought a bountiful harvest of bills, flyers, ads, magazines, and two 9 x 12 envelopes. In one, I knew, were tax documents. In the other…. well, well… from Boston Private Bank and Trust Company….. hmmmm….. I think that’s where John-the-guy-we-call-when-we-refinance-our-mortgages now works….. Ah, shoot, I’ll open it now. Read more »
Back in the day, when giants walked the earth and hair covered my head, I was a guitar player and singer. I started, self-taught, at age 12. By the age of 19, I was in college, playing out three to four nights a week, thinking I might go professional. Read more »
It was a brilliant, blue-sky-with-yellow-leaves September Saturday afternoon. With other parents, I was standing on a soccer field sideline, watching the town’s high school soccer team scrimmage another team. The talk was loose and easy – how was your summer, do you think the Red Sox will beat the Yankees, what classes is your son … Read more »
“Did you understand what she just said?” We were taking driving directions from a young woman we’d flagged down on the outskirts of Nassau. Read more »
I went sailing last week. While the New England cold got colder and more snow fell, I escaped for a few moments to a warmer climate and, for a lark and a single credit card swipe, went sailing for three hours aboard one of the New Zealand 1992 Americas Cup trial boats, NZL-12, a dark-hulled beauty … Read more »
One evening, I went to hear the Boston Pops orchestra, Keith Lockhart conducting, play a program drawn from “The Great American Songbook,” songs made famous by Glenn Miller’s orchestra, Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Fats Waller, and others. Read more »
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