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

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

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

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

 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

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

The calm before the storm. Got coffee and a campfire on a beautiful Monday morning. It’s late August now and, well, we all know the ride that is ahead. August for me represents change at different times of my life. 1979, a thriving Montfort road in Maine is instantly a ghost town and everyone walks… Continue reading

There is a war….. I remembered it when it was a friendly childhood companion. In the darkness of my room on Lillian Rd with the hallway light shining in. Simple childhood fears could be kept away by weaving a very detailed adventure from my mind that seemed to have an endless supply of material. It… Continue reading

Dear Mike, I am thinking about getting an Instant Pot. Other colors were a lot more expensive, so I’m good with the cheaper color. Does it really matter?  Unless that color adds a certain special spice to everything you cook that makes it taste like it came from your favorite restaurant or food truck. Maybe… Continue reading

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