If I Could Save Time In a Bottle “If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I’d like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you…” (Jim Croce) The other day my youngest son sent me a picture of my granddaughter taking a hike with… Read More »
Thoughts in Contrasts Let me start off by saying I slept well last night. Actually, I slept well but not very long, which is better than sleeping long but not very well, I guess. I fell asleep before 11 – no disturbing late night phone calls. I would have shut my cell phone off, but I needed the… Read More »
Smile One day this week, while browsing a real newspaper – and I really love the smell and feel of real newspapers – I came across and article that made me think. It was about several school systems who were starting programs to put cameras on school principals so as to improve the interaction between students or parents… Read More »
The Thunderstorm Today is too hot, too humid, too strange, too oppressive. Only the tropical can savor this wet hot air and be happy. Even the children are languid. The subtle breeze that brought this summer is gone. Misty fields of spring are now overgrown with summer, its lushness of spreading crops, weeds, and strange dusty green things… Read More »
George E. Winslow I’ve known George for a long time. I used to visit him when I was much younger. His place is rather secluded and private – his place was good place to take my girlfriends when I was in high school and college. A good place to hide away and be alone – if you get… Read More »
It’s Summer in the City The thready fingers of heat are already rising from the city’s concrete soul. Another vapid, sullen, pedestrian summer morning awakens. Dawn brings with it, dreary, dull, oppressive heat; just another smothering, infant, summer day. It is already too hot to move and too muggy to breathe. I look at the tired trees through a dirty,… Read More »