Not named after Nomar

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”

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”

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”