These Are a Few of My Favorite Strings

Dear Readers, Allow me to indulge myself as I wax poetic about the Father’s Day Festival. At the risk of sounding like some old Deadhead friends of mine who routinely declared that every show they saw was the “best one ever, dude,” I can’t help but declare that the...

These Are the Times That Try Men’s Souls

Thomas Paine wrote those words seen above. He had a way with words, didn’t he? We have been hearing for years how transformative the modern age is. How fast we went from primitive word processors and fax machines to the Information Superhighway. Well, folks, that was...

These Hands

As I look at my hands right now they tell a story. They look wrinkled, betraying my age. I can still see a couple of scars on my left thumb where a saw bounced off as I tried to make fuel for a camp fire on Bull Island thirty two years ago. Fifteen years after that, I...

They Took My Hardware Store and I’m Mad as Heck

Dear Abby, Most likely, anyone attaining the age of fifty or older knows what a hardware store should smell like. I’ll be 55 in a short few weeks and feel fortunate to be old enough to remember a world before hardware stores grew to be the size of of Rhode Island. My...