No, the title to this post does not refer to the classic ‘70s Al Stewart tune (and a mellow classic it is) but rather what I’ve been witnessing in full force this summer. It started in May and June, as spring was giving way to summer, and here in the Mid-Atlantic region of the United States we were inundated with the return of the Brood X cicadas. These big-ass, ugly insects emerge every seventeen years and while much was made…
The Ken Burns documentary on Ernest Hemingway ended a few minutes ago. I watched all three episodes when they aired and wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Check out my “What I’m Reading” page and you’ll see a lot of books about Hemingway. That’s in addition, of course, to his own works, of which I’ve read pretty much them all and that predate this here website. As I wrote in one of those reviews, I have “an off-again, (more…
First, let’s state the obvious: I’m homeless. Literally. I have no home, no (real) address, nothing of a permanent nature in my life. I have a mailing address (in the southern Massachusetts town of Randolph) with a mail-forwarding service where what few items of snail mail I still get are delivered, but I do NOT live in Randolph, that’s for sure. When I punch in the zip code into a gas pump to confirm that it’s my credit card, I…