We recently had an anniversary ending in zero and the plan was to hit the city, catch a play and visit a favorite steak house to celebrate.
It may not be the most original idea, but there was a back story to this trip. One of us had forgotten the actual weeknight anniversary date. Sensing a strategic opportunity, the other spouse kept quiet (but had cards ready to go) and used the misstep as leverage for the more elaborate city weekend package to memorialize the marriage ceremony, now cloaked in the mists of memory. (more…)
REPORTER FILE PHOTO Shelter Island’s Black Cat Books.
It’s mid-August and indolence has set in.
Although July was pretty merciful weather-wise, August never fails to rev up the punishing muggy East End air masses (that’s what we used to call them in Southern California), making a wide range of outdoor activities unappealing. (more…)
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…)