Clancy was a bloodsport type of cat. If no other cat or dog were available to pick on, he'd pick on me.
Free is a dangerous word, and worse, it's a slippery concept. Why? Well, it opens the path for the abuse of generosity.
"luck is what you stumble upon in life. Providence is what God plans for you, and planning is how you thread your way between the two without getting crushed."
I was at my booth at a boat show in Maryland when another maritime carver came to visit. Lordan was the local "yaahd cavaah," as we'd describe it in New England.
I am not a super fan of Bob Dylan, but a line from one of his songs has always summed it up for me: " He not busy being born is busy dying." Grow, change, keep being born.
Share; be generous.
New England spring is not extravagant. Miss something today, and it'll be a year before you see it again. Don't waste time; Spring is fast.
During the summer, give me a lobster roll from any of the local places serving them up. There's an incredible Haddock stew at Gilbert's on Commercial Street in Portland. I've probably never met a finnan haddie I hadn't liked, and the sweet Gulf of Maine shrimp are far better than the southern cousins. In short, despite a medically determined avoidance of bivalves, I am a big fan of coastal cuisine.
We so often admire the complex and then seek out and appreciate the simple
I have no trouble differentiating fact from delusion. But one gentleman I worked with did. Working with him, I came to realize that we may not always share a standardized view of reality.