All I knew about Tennessee prior to arriving in Memphis in the middle of March of this year was that Al Gore lost the state in the 2000 Election, and that Memphis was the home of Elvis and his Graceland. I didn’t know that it was also the home of the multimedia and very worthwhileContinue reading “Memphis blues”
Category Archives: Travel
Javelinas and toads
We missed the Cowboy Yodeling competition at Alpine’s own Sul Ross State University, as it was held a week earlier than our three day stay in the high desert towns of Alpine and Marfa in southwest Texas in early March. We declined to attend the Reptile and Amphibian Show whose participants all seemed to wearContinue reading “Javelinas and toads”
No more pencils, no more books!
School’s out! No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers, dirty looks! It may be February 2, and while Punxsutawny Phil saw his shadow predicting six more weeks of winter, it dd not matter to me for today was my last day of working at my employer. Come February 5, the following Monday, theContinue reading “No more pencils, no more books!”
Coosawatchie
(Feb 20, 2018) It’s been two weeks since the Patriots lost the Super Bowl and we headed out on our combination book tour, cross country sightseeing trip. We’re in the Southeastern United States in search of a new place to live due to historically cold, grey and inclement winter weather in Massachusetts, even though 67Continue reading “Coosawatchie”
Mega-commuter and listener
I’m ready to hang it up, to get off the hook. After decades of commuting to and from work, traveling over 300,000 miles, from Franklin to Burlington, to Westboro, to Cambridge, to Fall River and Hyde Park (Boston) too, and chugging along around the speed limit, I’ve driven hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of hours,Continue reading “Mega-commuter and listener”
Early Lessons
For the longest time, work and career was about all that mattered to me. I lived to work. Come Sunday afternoon I got antsy and was raring to go. I wanted so much to return to the office only twenty minutes away up Route 495 to make my mark. On reflection, this single-minded concentration hadContinue reading “Early Lessons”
off the hook 