Aunt May lived in a sizeable white-clapboarded house not too far from the waterline at the cove. It was the house her maternal grandfather had built so he could keep an eye on his vessels.
The Parlor
Flash Back Friday – May 14 – WORMS
Clancy was a bloodsport type of cat. If no other cat or dog were available to pick on, he'd pick on me.
Friday Night Party
Down the corridor, a contest was going on between the Grey Menace and his buddy the double clawed Jean LeFoot. It was similar to the human "game" of one punch - give me your best shot, except with paws. They were very bored.
The Chest
The Cap'n kept his finances close to his chest, so to say. In a small locked chest below his desk.
Flash Back Friday – from May 7, 2020
I've probably never met a finnan haddie I hadn't liked
Garden
When I landed my first actual professional job after grad school, it was not a berth for a practicing ( applied) anthropologist. I had to bend, twist, spindle, and mutilate it into one.
Travel Arrangements
Traveling with the Gray Menace was always an enjoyable "treat."
The Look
I was the subject of that stare again. It was the same my father used. It said, "don't even think about giving me any guff about this."
Sunset
Sunsets are an evanescent part of life. They come, linger a moment, and then are gone.
Local
Once upon a time, in a city near Boston, I worked as a practicing anthropologist. Among my projects was a documentary of a local Saint's Societies annual festival. Lights, parades, bands, the Saints marched through the streets; it was an exciting event. A vacant lot provided space to set up a complete carnival with rides and booths.
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