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Tilley Endurables surprised the hell out of me by actually sending me a complimentary brand new hat after I mailed them the old friend that fell apart in the dryer in Maine. The new one arrived yesterday and is seen … Continue reading →

Today I am trying to apply what I learned at a writing workshop Saturday to a nonfiction piece I plan to submit to Wazee in 10 days. Alexandre O. Philippe led a remarkably useful five-hour session about character, under the … Continue reading →

Back in Denver, enjoying two days of spectacularly clear, dry weather, I find myself wondering what all this fuss was about moving to Boston. If it’s about building closer links with my family, there are simpler ways to accomplish that … Continue reading →

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. Tweet