Have you ever looked at old photographs and thought about the faces and events shown? I found myself doing just that the other day. The first thing I thought about was how divorce has ripped the images…
Where I Learned to Eat
I’ve always liked food. Always. But I’ve not always had the most sophisticated palate. Or the most expansive. But somewhere along the line, I learned to eat. Well. And as I sat down to a summer meal…
Somewhere In The Good Old U.S.A.
This is a photo of my great-grandparents, Vera and Gene. Granny Vera gave it to me the last time I saw her, before she died. I can’t begin to tell you how much I cherish this pic. …
Painting Class
Someone in my painting class is working on a Venice scene. I’m sure it will be lovely. Just watching him paint made me feel a little pang. I loved Venice (the one time I was there), and…
Sour Grass
When I was a kid, I used to forage in the wild. Okay, it was usually my backyard, but it was still an adventure. Generally, I ate known food. You know – plums, chestnuts, pears. Those things…
Another View of Boston
The above photo was snapped by Mister when his buddy came to town. This shows Jack feeding one of the giant squirrels in Boston Common. Many of the squirrels there have been desensitized to humans. On…
Cougar Memories
When I was a kid, I had a friend named Chris. She was a year older than I and she was pretty danged cool. She was a runner, she was pretty and she was popular. She was also…
Oh, The Places You’ll Go!
When I was a kid, the Rose Parade was a New Year’s Day staple in our lives. While black-eyed peas bubbled away on the stove, the Rose Parade played on the living room TV. Because we were poor,…
Ice, Ice, Baby (or, My Brush With Mediocrity)
The other morning I went out to my old car and finally got the engine to turn over. Once it did, I swished the wiper-blades a couple of runs to clear the night’s dew from the windshield. Only…