I tell you, there is no end to the misadventures that are possible. We are in the midst of the annual Flight of the Miserable Little Black Helicopters. I do not know what they are, but I’d be glad to have a name to pin to them, so that I could curse them by it. […]
It is useful to have younger sisters. That way when your memory goes to blazes you have someone to help you keep track. My sister Cheri in particular has a sturdy filing cabinet in her capacious mind, and is often referred to as The Family Archive. She lives in North Carolina, so it is inconvenient […]
Every Up North grocery store has a community bulletin board somewhere near the entrance. Here customers may post their business cards, their flyers about spaghetti supper fundraisers for the school band, their For Sale notices featuring photos of trucks or bedroom furniture. But even at the Eastport Market, a place notably tolerant of eccentricity in […]
Practically everywhere in the Township is within view of a largish body of water, so it’s odd to see puffs of dust as we drive sandy two-tracks, or to hear the crunch of dry leaves as we walk along the lane behind the Writing Studio and Bait Shop. That’s the way it’s been for much […]
While I was wandering around the King family’s orchards taking pictures of spring blossoms and swarming bees I ran into Betsy King, who was, as always, busy doing something. (If we could bottle Betsy we would have no need for imported oil.) On this particular occasion, she was clearing out the odds and ends that had accumulated […]
Babs wrote that she’s “always a sucker for a good sunset and this one seemed to make the cut.” Well I guess so. I particularly like the cat and the fisherman in the clouds. What, you can’t see them? OK, maybe that’s a guitar, not a fishing pole, but it’s definitely a cat. What I […]
May 29, 2009
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