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Various friends of mine have had opinions regarding karma, but the one that stuck with me is that of Bosun Mate First Class John O'Toole, " Karma is wonderful, but it sometimes needs a bit of help." What O'Toole meant was that waiting for the snotty first lieutenant to get caught with his pants down …
I know when and where I'm not. It's not Navy, and it's not Maine.
At the end of June I contracted some weird viral thing that first gave me laryngitis and then a follow-on series of idiotic symptoms. The symptoms formed a retinue; there were so many and varied: little and large irritations. I wasn't deathly ill, thank god, but I wasn't well for about three months. At last …
The seasons are changing! About now, the garden is slowing down, the near-endless raking of fall leaves has yet to start, the winter wood is stacked, and after I do the dinner dishes, I can relax. I know it sounds like I'm basking in self-pity. Oh! Poor Lou, he is so busy. He goes to …
When you travel around a lot, stay in temporary lodging, and expect to be moving again soon, home is about the little things you carry with you. It's about the small tokens you place on a desk, or about your guitar leaning on a wall within reach. Everything else is temporary and superfluous. While living …
Yes! We are not amused. We demand an apology from those fantasy-loving fools at WordPress Prompt Central. Now! WE know you fools have monthly get-togethers in your meeting room - the one back behind the old bathrooms that no one uses ( leaky, we understand). You get together, eat greasy takeout, and challenge each other …
I had a friend who had abandonment issues with her recurrent boyfriend.
In the'60s, the backside of Boston's Beacon Hill was a sort of working-class neighborhood of hospital workers, refugees from the urban renewal projects in Boston's West End, and folkies like my friends and I. If you wandered up Grove Street you might find us stocking up on a Friday with cases of Narragansett Giant Imperial …
The complex sort of antihero popular in fiction was not what I encountered in the "more interesting bits and pieces" of New York City, Philly, Boston, Baltimore, and other locales. During my long and lean years, good neighborhoods were beyond my means, and I lived close to the sharp edges. If there were soft edges …
The longest book I ever read is probably the one that left me counting the pages I had to slop through before I got to the end. At this moment Madam Bovary springs to mind running neck to neck with Titius Livy's History of Rome. My favorite was most likely the one that ended too …
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