(Dear readers: Please read this article, complete with comments, and then come back. Okay, done?) I’ve got some information for you, paleandpasty. Take that fence picket out of your ass and have a seat. I am so tired of people like you anonymously criticizing my city. From your self-perceived superior, suburban vantage point, you make … Continue reading An open letter to paleandpasty
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Censorship
It was bound to happen eventually, I suppose. The longer you live, the smaller the world becomes and the more likely it is that the individual spheres of one's personal world will begin to overlap. Last night I helped train our new server at the Wine Bar. She is a former student. Sigh. I obviously … Continue reading Censorship
Red light, green light, one-two-three
Did you play that game when you were a kid? We usually alternated between Red Light and Mother, May I? on autumn evenings which grew more quickly dark as each day passed. They were fun games to play during times, which I recall as, much more simple than today. No batteries or cords necessary. These … Continue reading Red light, green light, one-two-three
Labor Day – sunshine and duck butts
After a summer spent working and vacationing, I elected to spend this holiday weekend, quietly at home. Friday night I ate al fresco at The Cheese Traveler, devouring my burger and merely indicating yes or no with the motion of my head. So good! Saturday, following a run, I ate at Mingle's bar very much … Continue reading Labor Day – sunshine and duck butts
7 years without a raise is too long
Those of you who know me are familiar with my tendency to become irritated or even outraged over injustices. When something bothers me, I am inclined to obsess about it or reference it repeatedly to draw attention to it.We're at a moment in time when there are an overwhelming number of things occurring in our … Continue reading 7 years without a raise is too long
Baby, you can drive my car
I bought my first car when I was 20. It was a 1973 Volkswagen wagon, a model in which the engine was still in the rear of the vehicle making the large space under the front hood a deep trunk perfect for road trips. Sadly enough, the powder blue jalopy took me on only a … Continue reading Baby, you can drive my car
Don’t. Stop. Believing.
Every year when it is time to drive west from wherever we happen to be on Cape Cod, I don't want to leave. It doesn't matter how much I miss my own home or that I already have a place booked for the following summer - I don't want my beach time to be finished. … Continue reading Don’t. Stop. Believing.
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