An ordinary life. Just strolling along the Cochituate Rail Trail in Natick, the town I grew up in, was part of my weekend. While I grew up in Natick, a suburb of Boston, and was always a Red Sox fan who loved learning the statistics about them, from an early age, ever since I wasContinue reading “Not named after Nomar”
Category Archives: Early Years
Maya, Mixie, Martha, Daisy & Shayna
It was just the four of us living together in my family of origin. I wish I had another sibling but most all of our cousins, aunts and uncles, only had two children as well. No living things on four legs joined us in the den or welcomed us home after school or work. NoContinue reading “Maya, Mixie, Martha, Daisy & Shayna”
Happiness, where are you?
“Happiness, where are you? Come out, come out, where ever you are!” Though retired I’m still ambitious. I strive to accomplish a lot of things each and every day but find true, long lasting happiness eludes me. While happiness seems to be on everybody’s wish list, I wonder if it’s been made up by greetingContinue reading “Happiness, where are you?”
Eating, Drinking, Munching and Me
It was sometime in 1969 when my dental hygienist, an attractive, middle-aged single Italian woman who was also a family friend, peered into my molars and asked me if I was smoking pot (which I was but I didn’t want to confess to her). Immediately thoughts raced through my head: I am in trouble. MyContinue reading “Eating, Drinking, Munching and Me”
She ate dirt
She ate dirt. That’s what I remember about JP . She had dark hair. She wore a crumpled pale-colored dress, dark shoes and white socks. She was probably seven or eight years of age. She lived in a ramshackle ranch house on a narrow dirt road behind other houses, off a nameless side street whichContinue reading “She ate dirt”
A lot like a cow
I don’t recall any special education intervention in the classroom, nor an audiologist taking me out of my grade school classroom, testing me in a sound proof room, but I had trouble deciphering sounds in grade school, and somehow there I was in the basement of my family home sitting in a chair opposite myContinue reading “A lot like a cow”
Illegitimi non carborundum
“Illegitimi non carborundum” (Latin) translates as “don’t let the bastards wear you down”. It was a sign my dad affixed to his office door at Parker Products, Inc, the snack food/health food manufacturer that he founded and managed for some 35 years, retiring in his early seventies after a much larger snack food producer acquiredContinue reading “Illegitimi non carborundum”
In praise of dilapidated houses near RI Rte 8
Chepatchet, a village within Glocester, known to some as “Foster-Glocester” because neither Foster or Glocester, adjacent to each other, has a school population large enough to be on its own, but has one school district through the merger of the two. Chepatchet is situated in the northwest corner of Rhode Island, at the junction ofContinue reading “In praise of dilapidated houses near RI Rte 8”
off the hook 