I was obsessed with themes in my earlier life, well I guess I am still.
Friends had indicated with the twirling finger by the temple that Joey was nuts. In that decade known for the outre, Joey was a further outlier.
The little sloop Pussytoes was to get rechristened. Around the boatyard, we snickered. Who'd want to sail the on the Pussytoes?
To get somewhere by "going 'round Robinhood's Barn" was a favorite saying of the Cap'n and his family.
One night I borrowed his custom-made Guild guitar for a gig. Of course, I forgot to ask.
For many years the middle of February meant trotting off into the woods south of Boston for an annual winter hike in the snow.
Portland came well equipped with a small church-run coffeehouse that I could habituate when not working.
A botanist assured me once that even here in New England, some flower is in bloom in every month of the year.
Lots of fictitious nonsense is written and portrayed on the screen about the 1960s.
If not golden, silence can be precious