Tools of the trade for one park volunteer.
My writing and editing consulting business began winding down a while back as friends and colleagues who fed me work over the years gradually left the employment arena.
I began to ponder volunteer opportunities. For a time I worked for the New York City Department of Education. I wrote brochures aimed at parents alerting them to special programs not widely known for kids, particularly to those for whom English was a second, non-fluent language. (more…)
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…)