Monthly Archives: August 2005

I feel as if I could write a book about last night’s birthday party at my parents’ home here in Cambridge. The highlight was my mother’s tapping her glass and asking everyone at the table to say a few words … Continue reading →

Waking up in Boston on my birthday did not ring any particular chimes of destiny. And in fact, last night’s walk in the drizzle from Kennedy’s restaurant on Province Street back to the Four Seasons made the city seem dark … Continue reading →

Two photos, taken 49 years apart, of the same person standing at approximately the same spot at Ocean Park, Maine. In 1956 I was wearing an MIT shirt, because my father had graduated from that school seven years earlier. For … Continue reading →

Old Orchard Beach fireworks last night. For $30 I had my fortune told by Madame Marsh, an OOB fixture for 38 years. She threw tarot cards and saw a healthy grandson arriving, and lots of money from my work as … Continue reading →

Tim Bixby, my sister’s partner, at stern, pilots the old canoe he bought last year for use at Ocean Park. Yesterday afternoon he introduced me to the wonders of a Rachel Carson National Wildlife Refuge within walking distance of the … Continue reading →

This is the view from my side of the bed at the Hooper Cottage. If setting were all it took for peace of mind, I’d be a walking Serenity Prayer here at Ocean Park. But no. At the Kennebunk AA … Continue reading →

Ocean Park fifteen minutes before sunrise this morning. Send to KindleTweet

The Glorious Rebirth Performing Troupe, seen in photo above, rocked the Hilton ballroom last night during a showcase of Pittsburgh multicultural performing arts. The woman on the left later gave a solo rendition of “New York, New York” that enabled … Continue reading →

Pittsburgh has lots of big, impressive buildings. One senses the presence of large dead male egos, the steel barons who built castle-like museums and at least one Cathedral of Learning. Before dessert last night at the Carnegie Museum of Art, … Continue reading →

Pittsburgh is a long way from Ocean Park, Maine. And The Association of American Cultures (TAAC) conference that brought me here is hot and sultry, like the weather inside and out. The air conditioning at the Hilton is broken. I’m … Continue reading →