Author Archives: magn8717

When the going gets tough, sometimes the tough going doesn’t get going. Sometimes, the tough going just hangs around. One can resort neither to fight, nor to flight. One must simply endure. In tough goings like that, I keep in mind … Continue reading →

An escape from the pomposity and pettiness of Boston on a Saturday morning. We took a drive up Route 2 on our way to Vermont. As we passed Walden Pond, we started talking about Transcendentalism-Thoreau, Emerson, the Alcotts. My wife had just … Continue reading →

Several weeks ago, it is hard to tell now whether this is a faded memory or dream, I found myself in a thrift store. It was Friday afternoon and I had decided to surprise my wife by bringing home some Thai … Continue reading →

I am writing this in bed, in the hospital. The Red Sox are on TV. They are tied with Atlanta but I am not really watching. I am listening to the game on the speaker of the hospial bed remote. … Continue reading →

Here’s one from early April that somehow didn’t get posted… I woke up this morning to find the world outside lightly covered with snow. It was quite a surprise because it’s April, and we are almost  month into spring. It … Continue reading →

Is April the cruelest month? T.S. Eliot thought so. Whether it is or isn’t I am not sure. But I am certain it is National Poetry Month. I started the month like I do every year, and that’s with my … Continue reading →

The Popcorn Hour occurs every work day at 4 PM. The First Rule of the Popcorn Hour is that the popcorn must never be popped                       before 4 o’clock.  Exceptions can only be made for half-days, and on days I have … Continue reading →

This Winter has been the longest, Long Underwear Winter of my adult life. Not every Winter is a Long Underwear Winter, but this one sure as hell has been. For those who are not familiar with the term I offer the following: … Continue reading →

Many of us have unpleasant memories from our past.  Things we don’t want to remember. Things we would just rather forget.  Moments of terror that have scarred us forever. Recently, I have begun confronting the traumatic memories of my childhood. … Continue reading →

Another winter night, dark and cold, with a light snow falling. I walked home from the gym along the edge of an empty, snow covered athletic field.  The lights of the houses in the distance glowed warmly. The field was quiet and … Continue reading →