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I scuffed my way through another week of very little writing. I’m not a person who feels that writing every day is necessary for a man to refer to himself as a writer. I believe that ideas must be allowed to flow freely, and when a good one comes through, I want to direct it…

I don’t follow professional sports with any regularity. Indeed, I check the scores of Red Sox games, and I’ll listen to about any baseball game on a transistor radio.   While America had needed baseball for many summers when despair was afoot, this year is moving to the top of that list.  Yes, of course, you…

I stay away from political rants. I’ve tried to anyway. I have strong beliefs formed from extensive listening, but even more observation. You never believe you are wrong, at least, until you are. Watching this crisis in Ukraine has found me riding the fence about America’s responsibilities, but I’m not writing this to gain approval…

She never raises her voice, but she does become vehement regarding certain things. On her last visit to the jagged edge of America, the Significant One picked up my battered black calfskin wallet from the counter and pointed out that I needed a new one; I don’t. She spoke loud enough for the Faceplant machine…

I’m a collector, a slow-cooked dish of all that I’ve ever done, and lots of what I’ve seen, heard, and read. There’s nothing new under the sun, and I’m proof that this Ecclesiastical idiom is nothing short of being accurate and factual. I’m sure I’m just rejuvenating some thoughts—or an idea— that blessed someone else…

    When TTW (Tow Truck Wayne) called me, I was excited. He’d found me an old Honda CRV. When TTW calls, there is no rapport building. No questions about how the family is doing, certainly no compliments. “Hey, I’ve got a junk Honda over here. I know you like them. The owner died, and…

  Ellie is having withdrawals from a few weeks with the Significant One. She only sleeps in the SO’s chair for a couple of days immediately following the frequent early morning— wheels-up— departures. She then returns to her standard sleeping couch or the bay window; I suppose after the scent of a woman has left…

Magnetic north pulled me up the black macadam toward a tiny Cotton family reunion. It would be one of us heading up, two of us heading back.   While the distance is a curse, the drive is not. I-95 beyond Bangor, Maine,  sauntering toward Canada, is a lonely stretch of road. Most of the cursing…

I know my age bracket puts me in the camp with men who speak about particular difficulties. I’m lucky, I guess. At least compared to the horror stories shared by men I’ve been forced to listen to when it comes to the frequent urination vs. difficulty urinating conversations. These conversations typically occur on the way…

As I continued my early morning supine supervision of the spinning bedroom ceiling fan while slightly slumbering, I listened intently for the sound of a state department of transportation truck slinging snow into driveways as it drove south to north. Nothing. I paid scant attention to the details of the forecast last night. I knew…