Shaken, Not Stirred
- Califon, New Jersey, United States
- January 06
- "I grow old...I grow old. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled." T.S. Eliot
MY RECENT POSTS
- Have Yourself a Merry Walmart
December 15, 2013 02:25PM
- The Night Before Christmas at
December 06, 2013 06:40PM
- Mystery Object
December 04, 2013 11:53AM
- A Small Sailboat in Dorchester
November 18, 2013 01:28PM
- Remembering With Leo
November 12, 2013 08:10PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I like it, but it will
never "sell" in the old USA.
December 19, 2013 08:29AM
- “Sorry for my outburst,
but this Kale thing is chard
December 18, 2013 10:38PM
- “Kale, kale, kale! That's
all we ever talk about. Endive
December 18, 2013 10:11PM
- “A fine piece worth
rerunning every Christmas. A
Christmas to you and
December 18, 2013 01:07PM
- “None of these except
perhaps the Lennon tune would
my list, but I am
December 18, 2013 09:44AM
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I found this little cobble on the side of the trail while on my walk this morning. As you can see. it is nearly perfectly egg shaped. It doesn't appear to be a river stone, and if so, I have never seen one this perfectly shaped.
I found it not… Read full post »
The small wooden sailboat sits on a patch of lawn dwarfed by the Kennedy Library at the University of Massachussetts Dorchester that rises up behind it.
Only a low slung chain fence separates it from the hustle and bustle of the University and the Boston Harborwalk. It looks vulnerable, back seat… Read full post »
A hard day of raking, blowing, vacuuming, and bagging leaves. Many more ahead. I earned this: the first fire of fall, Frank Sinatra on the stereo, and a tasty libation. Cheers to all!
Recently, I was cleaning out some old photos and this one popped up.
I am sure you recognize the chap on the left, but the bespectacled lad on the right is the… Read full post »
As I sit here in Boston awaiting the birth of my granddaughter, the first child of my beloved daughter, I know my yard back home is being invaded.
All of those leaves, which now are hanging out on their limbs going "look at us, aren't we pretty," will at first… Read full post »
Mr. Big Head is a blogger with a jumbo cranium who once thought about taking the Mensa qualifying exam, but didn't, but if he did he might have scored higher than Marilyn Van Zant, the highest scorer ever, and author of the weekly column Ask Marilyn, from whom he borrowed the… Read full post »
Photo: Museum of Cultural History, University of Oslo, Marianne Vedeler.
A recent edition of the Smithsonian.com newsletter reports that a 1,700 year old sweater has emerged from one of the rapidly melting glaciers in Norway.
According to the article, scientists are at a loss to explain… Read full post »
Prompt: Write a story that involves the end of summer.
Jack sat on the end of the dock with his best friend, Warrie, and looked down his dangling legs at his own sneakers.
The rubber ribs on the front had completely worn away, and the canvas was rotting and splitting… Read full post »
"Hey, look at this," my wife, Kathie, said holding the lap top screen up for me to see. "Our cell phones are in a museum!"
And sure enough, there was a picture of a flip phone that is a dead ringer, excuse the pun, for our's sitting in the display… Read full post »
Being born in early 1945, I am among the first of the Boomer generation to reach old age.
Old age gets a bad rap: "What a drag it is getting old," Mick Jagger once sang.
Of course, we would all rather be 21 with a 24 hour a day erection, but… Read full post »
Sister Helen, my eighth grade English teacher, used to say puns are the lowest form of humor.
I forget what the higher forms are, but I disagree with her on the puns. A good pun always cracks me up.
As I was taking my walk the other day, I was feeling… Read full post »
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling went the bells as the old ice cream truck rounded the corner into the suburban subdivision.
The truck was clean, but the paint was faded and as it travelled it left a wake of blue smoke. It was decorated with pictures of clowns on both sides… Read full post »
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