From the bow Susan announced, in a concerned voice, “There’s a man on a boat ahead of us that just took off his shirt and started waving it. I think he’s in trouble.” We were in a sliver of a… Read More ›
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Traveling South By Boat – Part 3
The skipper was below determining our anchorage for the night when the numbers on the depth gauge began to tumble. Elixir’s deep draw of seven feet four inches makes her especially stable in blue water but in the shallow, shoaling… Read More ›
Traveling South By Boat – Part 2
The skipper working at his desk outside my door and the bright sunlight piercing the portholes of my berth gently brought me to life. Even when a boat is tied securely to a dock with bow, stern and spring… Read More ›
Traveling South By Boat – Part One
Susan has the mind of a scientist, the slim physique of a woman who walks at lunch instead of gobbling trans fats, can turn dwindling food stores into a delicious dinner and is quick to help with the wet,… Read More ›
Faces Of Summer
The ten photos you see here are faces I have collected over the past two summers. The toad is a resident of Virginia and the bison lives in Wyoming, but ambles along as if he got his drivers license in England…. Read More ›
The Feel Of Summer
Today I was strolling around historic Fairhaven as the end of the workday approached. Floors were being swept, chairs stacked and young clerks with evening plans stared at wall clocks with pleading eyes. But the position of the minute hand was just… Read More ›
Truth and Courage vs The Media’s Portrayal
The other day in upstate New York I drove past a small diner with a sign that read, “City Chicken With Potato Salad $5.95” and below that was “Military/Police Lives Matter”. How true that statement is, especially since it… Read More ›
Maple Syrup, Buddhists And A Dairy Barn In New England
I drove through shafts of sunlight that pierced the canopy of maples and hemlocks and speckled the bending two-lane weaving through villages blighted by an unhealthy number of “For Sale” signs. The canoe shop for purchase in Long Lake New… Read More ›
The Kitten Made Me Late
“A Dog’s Tale“, Mark Twains’ short story of living an honorable life as seen through the eyes of a dog always blurs my vision. The misunderstood deed of the self-sacrificing family dog results in a caning by its master and… Read More ›
Too Much Stuff
A road trip to Utah and back was needed to clean out our storage unit that housed bicycles, books and backpacks. Unfortunately we have a second storage unit in Indiana. Five years ago we sold or gave away most of… Read More ›
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