My father was a huge fan of big band music so it was no surprise that our little family was parked at the vast drive-in theater off old Route 66 in St. Louis to see “The Benny Goodman Story,” starring Steve Allen as the famed jazz clarinetist.
It was during that movie I announced that the whole thing was fuzzy and so marked the official beginning of my lifelong acquaintanceship with nearsightedness. (more…)
JULIE LANE PHOTO Rules and closing hour are clearly posted at “the goody pile” with instructions not to drop off any items without first checking with the attendant on duty.
It may not be on a par with bird migration or a stag in rut, but the pull on humans to clean up, throw out and reckon with winter’s misdeeds becomes nearly irresistible around about the vernal equinox.
Stuff needs to be done and the time is now, so says the slanted angle of the sun. (more…)
We are what you could call grizzled beachcombers. (more…)
MARY LYDON PHOTO The strategy of some young women joggers have become a puzzelment to our columnist.
As I continue my maturation process, not only do I encounter a steady stream of inexplicable happenings, they seem to be increasing in number. (more…)
GAGE SKIDMORE/FLICKR PHOTO
We had heard stories about families fracturing and dis-inviting members to Thanksgiving for voting the wrong way in the election.
As we motored up to Cape Cod for our annual gathering, there was no worry about that happening in our clan. We all were born into Eisenhower Republican families, and some of us had morphed into Democrats and Independents. But no one, as far as we knew, had lurched into Trump World. There would be no angry confrontations, no finger-pointing. It never, miraculously, became a topic of conversation at the dinner table. (more…)