Cheers. Or to your good health. Whatever. “Sláinte” is your typical Gaelic toast when you clink glasses and have a drink with your best friends or your best friends for the moment. So on this St. Patrick’s Day, let me take this moment to say sláinte to you!
“You are 99 years old, you are on your deathbed, and you have a chance to come back right now: what would you do?” – Christopher Carmichael No relation to me that I’m aware of, but I love the question. This question is referenced by Jérôme Jarre, a young man with an old soul, in…
I dropped Facebook three months ago today, after one too many unsolicited political opinion, one too many invasively toxic comment, one too many Messenger spam attack or something like that. Really, I don’t remember anymore, but I do know I haven’t missed it at all. Until the last week or so, when the news of…
Just when your shoes are nice and broken in, the laces seem to wear thin and break. Granted, the same forces that break in your shoes are also working on the weakest link in your shoes, but it has always seemed a design flaw that could be fixed. Shoelaces are not a sexy topic, but…
Sunday morning, while writing yesterday’s blog post, I observed a murder of crows, or four of them anyway, fly into the trees in my yard and start communicating with each other in that caw caw way. Like a biker gang walking into a Friendly’s, the other birds in the vicinity grew very quiet when the…
I was waiting in a Starbucks drive-thru this morning and looking at the house behind it. Before there was a Starbucks in this spot there was a Mobile station. Before that? Probably the yard of the house I was looking at. Before that? Probably farmland for a family that owned a larger plot of land…
(Reposting this from December 7 after it reverted to a draft for some reason) A few days ago I said let it snow, and 1200 miles of driving in it constantly across the middle and Southern Tier of New York and through Massachusetts and New Hampshire I regret not being more specific in my statement….
