There is a set of coordinates in the space time continuum that marks a significant milestone in the history of our family backyard barbeques. This shift might be linked to changes in our standard of living, or it could be just as easily attributed to the influence of the great
Glue and Sympathy Like many of you when I retired the most frequently asked question I faced had a common denominator. After genuine congratulations, everyone wanted to know what I was going to do with ‘all’ of my newly liberated free time. Anticipating this well intended onslaught, I did have
Echoes The trip to France was borne of impulse and anger. Just one year ago we decided to leave the driving to Amtrak. The world was still emerging from the global COVID19 pandemic, and we reasoned that riding the rails provided a good biosafety compromise. From what we deduced using
My mom found the invitation in our mailbox; it had been placed there instead of sent through the postal system. I found it sitting at my usual seat at the dinner table. I did not recognize the writing and could not make an educated guess as to who it could
Upon cursory reflection the list of people one would assume frequently wear striped clothing seems limited to referees, inmates and the New York Yankees. Courtesy of State Farm auto insurance company and my desire to drive as a teenager there was another occupation that met the criteria as well. My
Wildwood. Without context clues the word begs to be italicized. A word with an independent power supply, it is a sweating bundle of dynamite packed with unrealized possibilities. The best of these possibilities being when my parents informed us that Wildwood would be the venue of our summer vacation. This
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