You might remember my friend Robert from pages 190 and 191 of my book When Wanderers Cease to Roam, where I talk about how Robert operates the drawbridge over the Eastchester Barge Canal off U.S.Route 1.
He spent 30 years there, planting trees and creating art from the debris that floated his way, hanging hundreds of […]
The snow started after dark, in the wee hours of Saturday morning. So by the time we woke up we had FINALLY a blanket of Winter White to celebrate.
Our bird feeder has small perches and low feeding windows, so it’s best suited for small birds like these.
FINALLY one smart Jay figured out how to FINALLY […]
The proofs of Le Road Trip came today!
These pages are all set to go into production: if I have any objections I have to make then now, or forever hold my peace.
The proofs are on the same quality of paper that will be used for the book itself, so I can get a good look […]
Another week of sad, heartbreaking, awful, terrible news.
I was sitting on my patio. It was 86 degrees at 7:30 am. The air was numbingly still, suffocatingly hot (week long heat wave: not good) . I was already exhausted by the weather, the news, and the future.
My head drooped, my eyes barely focused on the bricks on our patio.
That’s where I […]
I was in the dumps yesterday.
I had made the mistake of watching the morning news before I’d had my first cup of tea. I should have known better.
Still, I went through my morning routine. It was while I was feeding the backyard cats their breakfast when I remembered to make my usual request of the Great Spirit, […]
The book is better than the movie (isn’t that always true?) but the movie is pretty good. I’m talking of course about Eat, Pray, Love starring Julia Roberts. The only way that the movie beats the book is that the movie has Javier Bardem in it. And the movie made me hungry in a way that the […]
My friend Melinda came to visit the Long Island Sound this week, an escapee to our northern climate from the swelter of the Carolinas. “Is August really your favorite month?” she asked me, and I could detect a tone of skepticism in her voice.
“Yeah,” I said. “I really like August.” this was while we were walking […]