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…
It’s a gorgeously clear, moonless night. The stars are so clear and sharp they look touchable. And also completely implacable and uncaring about some little creature that calls itself “homo sapiens” (despite not being very “sapiens” in reality). The universe cares not a whit about us, and it’s entirely possible that Covid-19 is just the planet’s (or the universe’s) way of ridding itself of a cancer that can’t even think of its own self-preservation and instead keeps plowing straight ahead…
“There’s never a moment when you can’t change your life.” I read that in some self-help book or blog at some point and it stuck with me. I mean: it’s true. We really CAN change our life any damned time we please. Just…do something different. And so it is with my wearing of facial hair. (What? You thought this was going to be some kind of serious post?! C’mon! This is ME we’re talkin’ about!) Each winter I wake up…