Out of the tool chest

When I lived in Baltimore many years ago, I was a regular visitor at the Walters Gallery. I'd make a beeline to display a case that held miniature carvings done in boxwood. Tiny, precise, and beautiful. I was beginning my journey as a carver, and I took inspiration from those carvings about what was possible …

Memories

There are indeed times when I don't remember what happened, but not that evening. On a recent visit to a city North of me, we wandered into a restaurant. It was there that I saw the sign. Oh, oh. After being seated, I made an excuse to use the restroom. As I remembered, it was …

A Craft Show

Water was a defining part of most of the shows I did as a marine carver. Of course, I exhibited at boat shows. They were either on the water, or water was a required theme running through them. The shows placed me where my prime customers would be. That all crashed to a halt during …

Boat Show Oddities

As a carver, I have had some interesting requests from potential customers. Doing boat shows was where most of my business came in and where most of the oddball commissions originated. There were the gentlemen who were interested in nude figureheads of their wives but bustier. The wives lurked in the background, shooting daggers at …

Potato Pancakes

The culinary style of the Carreras household while I was growing up was a blend of Continental Spanish, Caribean Spanish, German, Hungarian, and American. Oh, and then there were the weekend visits at my Uncle Joe and Aunt Lee's house, which was Italian. I like to describe it as growing up a New Yorker.But one …

Fresh Cherries

This was the first of about five large containers of cherries that my wife and I picked today. Just the other day, they seemed yellow, but the hot weather seemed to move the ripening process along.The birds complained noisily—we should keep our cherry-picking hands to ourselves. But we are leaving the entire top of the …

Bug Dope

I have been thinking about my first crush recently. No, not my first girlfriend. My first boat. Every sailor has a first that he'll remember all his life. There will always be a spot in my heart for the Rangely boat. I sported around in one summer in Maine when I was young, Seventeen feet …

Sailing the Blogoverse

The sad thing is that I don't travel widely anymore. At a modestly advanced age, I still hold a full-time job, have family obligations, a side business, and a few infirmities. If I do travel, it will likely be regionally. Luckily, I did travel when I was young, hitching around with a guitar and backpack. …

Off to see the elephant

Let's see, I'm not a lawbreaker, and I have no supersized jumbo addictive habits anymore. So, what do I like about myself? I like that when I was younger, I "went to see the elephant" often. It gave me a perspective on how the world malfunctions.Need to familiarize yourself with the term? I picked it …

A Full House

Open wound, you said? That took me right back to my days "on call" at night for the Operating Room of a good-sized city hospital in the Boston area. We saw lots and lots of open wounds on a good night. On a bad night, it was knife slashes to the throat, almost severing major …