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Leaving South Texas
On July 4th weekend 1986, something strange happened. The Port Aransas beach was filled with wild parties consisting of somewhere in the neighborhood of 600,000 people. This rocked our little island town usually consisting of 2,000 people hard. At my house, on Saturday night, I had some friends over. Things… Continue reading
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The Eclipse
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
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There is a war…..Part One
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
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Dear Mike Volume 01
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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Vermont’s Best Kept Secret
Winhall Brook Campground. In September 2010, we were innocently driving back from an appointment to possibly sell soap to Inn in at the base of Stratton Mountain. The end result of that meeting was that the end keeper wanted us to sell large amounts of our product to them at cost with the idea that… Continue reading
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The Sunday Morning Gentleman’s Club – Chapter One
Chapter One Not Sure How We Got Here We know the story of why it started. We just cannot remember how it became a ritual. The Sunday Morning Gentlemen’s club may seem to me, all of these years later as some nebulous dream-like memory that part of my daily consciousness seems to view silently. The… Continue reading
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Who’s Behind the Door?
In late 1996, I kept thinking about what my father would have been thinking about the last 7 days of his life. It was all I could think about, so I finally had to put it to paper and let it free. I know what he had basically done during those days and what he… Continue reading
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First Trip to Phippsburg Maine August 2009
First trip to Meadowbrook. Liam was 6 and Noah was 3. I used to journal all of our trips and now I am so glad that I did. August 17, 2009, we rolled out of Ascutney around 3PM finally. It was a Monday, but we were finally on vacation! Just as we got onto North… Continue reading
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Staring Down the Barrel of Another Winter
September happened. I am another year older, a spring and summer have passed, the brilliant bright green leaves that were so new on the trees only seemingly seconds ago have hardened to a callous veteran status and with one free fall of the mercury, will yeild to color too spectacular to imitate. What do I… Continue reading