After I wrote about the nasty accumulation of boxes in my basement, several readers stopped me on the street, not to chastise me for having so many...
Well, we had the “I’m Sorry I Called You That Terrible Name On Broadway In July But I Was Stressed Out Dinner” last Thursday. It’s an October thing,...
As avid readers know, books can take you anywhere. Travel is broadening, so another axiom goes, but watching tourists amble down Edgartown sidewalks...
Ricky Vanderhoop died last week. Ricky was an auto mechanic who restored my 1963 Falcon. He did a magnificent job, always taking great pride in his...
The scene is surreal. There’s the dark silhouette of the fish against the teal-colored glowing light of the water around the weigh station floating...
Last year, I threw down your hatwith its scarlet B, red as an apple.Trampled it with boots I woreto rake dead leaves. Declaredyour brand unfit for my...
Recently my husband and I were guests at a small dinner party at a friend’s house. We were meeting the other six people for the first time. One of...
Now that it is derby time, I have been thinking (and eating) fish. I like fish, but I don’t like to fish. As a child, I would drop a line off the...
When you’re a kid, there are monsters under your bed. When you’re an adult, there are boxes in your basement. The spookiness never stops, does it? It...

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