I heard a very sad story from my friend Bob yesterday about “Quackers”, the Duck, Bob’s pet. “Quackers” lived happily for nine years at Bob’s home. He would stick his head out of the wires in his pen when he heard Bob or any other human nearby. “Quackers” was a … Continue Reading Should we live our lives like “Quackers” the Duck- or not?
It was the story of old men pulling along oxygen tanks and hoses as they walk into Buck Rubs, the local Gentleman’s Club as well as the story of slow farmer brothers whose mother pack them a brown paper sack with a can of beer (BYOB), a bag of … Continue Reading A Few Hours at “Buck Rubs”- A Gentleman’s Club
My girlfriend told me she thought I was “looking PLUMP” the other day. I was already on my way to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for the famous Cabbage Soup diet and needed to call to ask her opinion before purchasing the ingredients. I did not ask her … Continue Reading An Extra Few Pounds
As I waded into the river and the current cut into my calves and the rich earthy smell of the water wafted up to my nose, I remembered why I strung my fly rod and pulled on my waders and caulk boots and tied on a wooley bugger fly and headed out … Continue Reading Standing In a River is Enough
When we were kids, my brother Johnny and I used to deliver newspapers together in the early hours before dawn. He stacked the red metal wagon with the rolled papers and when we got to High Street, we would climb atop the pile, bend the long handle back and use … Continue Reading THE MIDDLE TWO- Visiting my Brother in the Lompoc Prison Camp
My son was feeling a bit anxious about going back to college. His life at home is comfortable, predictable, not demanding. Besides the fact that he just returned from a month’s trip globe-trotting around China and being reminded how rich and fascinating the big wide world is, now he was … Continue Reading College is Good for Parents too, I Guess
I blew Sierra’s little graduation present to Cape Cod off last summer when I got an invitation to go to Zimbabwe. She was pretty pissed, then disappointed. It was just going to be her and I in a little cottage. It also would have taken place at a very stressful … Continue Reading ‘Good’ Mothers Always Make Good