The wind raging outside right now is a reminder that everything changes, that no matter whether you’re in the middle of the prettiest sunny day or the most frightening storm, well, whatever it is it ain’t gonna last. That the wind is blowing out of the northwest and bringing with it a definite feel of autumn only adds to the feeling of impermanence. The wind adds to the melancholy I’m wallowing in right now after resigning myself to the fact…
If you had told me that I would ever try to cut my own hair, I’d have told you you were nuts. Not only would my vanity prevent me from doing so, I feared my klutziness would lead me to wind up with quilt-like scalp full of bald patches or even worse, I’d end up slitting my own throat. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Enter 2020 and the coronavirus. And with every data point indicating we’ve a LONG way…
The other day I was driving home from nearby Seabrook, New Hampshire. I’d gone there to take advantage of the Granite State’s much lower prices on beer and wine — necessities during these crazy times of global pandemic — and on the drive home along U.S. Route 1, I found myself longing for my parents’ thoughts. Returning from Seabrook, as I slalomed around Route 1’s car-eating potholes and beneath overpasses with rusty rebar visible through holes in the concrete, I…