My dad had a colleague, Harold Parker. Maybe you don’t do this, but there are some people — not many, but some — who when I think of them, a one-word summation comes to mind. For instance, there is a man here in town who when I see him, although age has mellowed him, always […]Read More Stentorian
My goal for the weekend was fairly unachievable, and I knew that before starting out, but it seemed laudable, so I set it: I wanted to be able to get both cars in the garage. Now it’s Monday, and both cars are still outside, my Leaf already complaining about cold temperatures. When I tote up […]Read More Danger, Will Robinson!
I missed you once again yesterday — or perhaps you missed me — because some days there are just not enough hours in the day. I even had a topic at hand, but I had to stab a cat (which is not the kitty carnage it suggests, but consists rather of injecting insulin) not mine, […]Read More Six Degrees, or Less
Well, it’s here. We’ve been waiting and waiting . . . okay, no one has been waiting, not even the skiers I know. But it is snowing, first snow of the season, and one day after I was running around in a t-shirt. It’s worse in Denver, because they were at 80 yesterday and tomorrow […]Read More Are We Reaching?
The memorial service for Jim Baril, the man my family moved next door to 50 years ago, took place Saturday afternoon on the campus where he had conducted his livelihood as a professor of English. My mom was one of the speakers at the service, and among the anecdotes she recounted was a story about […]Read More A Small Thing
Oz and I seem hellbent on destroying our new house as quickly as we can, and I for one am certainly not impressed with us. If you will recall, one week ago today he went tearing off after a skunk and shared that experience with nearly every corner of our house. (At least he learned […]Read More The Gift That Keeps on Giving
Ben left work early this week because he and his wife were going to Denver for a concert. It sounded like they were off to see The Who, which might actually have been a possibility before Roger Daltrey, age 75 and still touring with the band he first joined 55 — 55! — years ago, […]Read More How Strange