The King of Klutz

I am the King of Klutz when it comes to being handy. Actually I am more “thumby” than handy. One Christmas my wife wanted to buy me a cordless screwdriver. I told her that none of the screwdrivers that I currently owned had cords and wondered what would...

Remember . . . what we cannot afford to forget.

I think that my memory is improving as I get older . . . seriously. I know all the jokes and I have told most of them. We all tend to talk about failing memory as we age. While it may be true in certain ways, it is not true in every way. It is more important to me to...

The Crossing

The strong winds are driving the angry surf against the shoreline as I sit in the compound waiting for a late ferry.  Memories of my life on Grand Manan Island remind me that late-fall crossings are absolutely unpredictable.  I am not in control. My stomach does a...

Angel . . . a friend in the making.

Her name is Angel. She works the night shift at a certain coffee shop in town. The patrons stand, zombie-like, in line, one behind the other, in the early morning, pre-coffee stupor. And as they stand there, for lack of intellectual stimulation, they complain about...

7 Danes A Week

I am without question, a creature of habit. Perhaps one of the most frustrating questions that I am asked is, “What’s New?”. It is a lazy, nearly rhetorical inquiry, that hardly deserves a sensible response. I want to say, “New England, New...