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The Finest Hour
Monday, July 19, 2021 Woke up with no more Mr. nice guy by Alice Cooper playing in my head. “What’s the significance? I don’t know!” (Peewee Herman voice). Despite the rain those incredible surreal never to happen again moments materialize in the strangest of places without warning! We went to bed last night in the… Continue reading
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My first time making LA Galbi
It was a dark and cloudy Monday night in June in Vermont. The air cool but heavy with the threat of an evening thunderstorm. Birds singing all around me and yet in my head Ronnie Van Zandt singing over and over again in my head, play me a song Curtis Lowe. It was on this… Continue reading
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This is the last day of our aquaintance as tears go by
This is the last day of our acquaintance, I will meet you later in somebody’s office I’ll talk but you won’t listen to me, I know what your answer will be It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see, But not for me I sit and… Continue reading
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The Coffee Chronicles
I like to hike. I also love my coffee. While I can get away with choking down instant coffee on the trail, there is nothing like freshly brewed coffee to make that experience so much more robust. In 2018 when the Crawford family was hiking the Appalachian Trail, Ben Crawford the dad, mentioned people… Continue reading
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A Mountain is Missing
In 1984, like any 18-19 year old might do, I used to write out dreams that I had because I loved how they could reveal what my most prominent concerns were at the time. Like the one in which I was working back at Toys R Us (my high school gig), working a register and… Continue reading
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For Liam:
Thursday July 20, 2005 Tonight we ate dinner on the deck. I was eating crawfish, we had just told you that crawfish looked like little lobsters. You got this blank look on your face when you heard this until I told you that although they look like lobsters, they are different. A little while later… Continue reading
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Memorial Day Weekend 2010, Coolidge State Park, Plymouth, VT
Unplanned camping trips used to happen all the time for us when Liam we very young. I would come home for lunch from Gird Lot Rd and decide with Donna that we were going to go camping in our little tent that night and at about 6 PM we would head off to Pillsbury State… Continue reading
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Fragmentation May 31, 1996
2 to 3 days of darkness cover me. I know there is life beyond this cloud. But I can’t really see it. It’s like thinking of yourself in third person. All I can say was in 1992 and 93 when I heard Neil Young play his harvest moon, I could hear “the end “in the… Continue reading
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Here It Comes! Walking out to the gallows of Guest Chefendom- But WAIT!
Actually, I am mad about this. I am sitting at the starting line. The lights are ready to drop to green. Just as they drop from yellow to green, I don’t stomp to the gas pedal, even though I know that under the hood, there’s some serious stuff happening here. This is even more profound… Continue reading