Why wait for the dust to settle? Here are 10 bullets from my end.
- Tide-pooling requires climbing around on slippery boulders in the intertidal zone that exists between daily high and low water marks along the coastline and its tributaries. It means parting the various kinds of seaweed or lifting rocks to observe what’s underneath and then placing them all back very gently. My favorite time to go is at extreme low tide, when we can venture into reaches that would otherwise be too deep. How I love to overturn my first submerged rock and find both starfish (officially, a sea star) or urchin – and then a second, with two starfish. The first time I find three in one day, my wife proclaims me to be a member of the Order of Starfish. In another week or so, the water may be warm enough for brisk swimming, too.
- We seem to be on schedule with the garden, despite a late start. But there’s always something that will be left behind as we go.
- Professional (as in JOB) – a prop, identity, or purpose? Now that I’m retired, I’m still working.
- He admits, “I’m a skin man” for attraction, more than tits, ass, or legs. Well, if you have to get picky?
- Keep asking myself what my life would be lacking if I hadn’t moved to the hippie farm or gone to the ashram at all? My novels Hippie Drum, Hippie Love, Ashram, and likely Subway Hitchhikers would have never come forth, for starters. As I look back, the experiences look inevitable – and essential.
- As much as Dr. Bronner’s bottle-label diatribes arose from a splash of water, I suppose.
- You don’t know about hillbillies in a Yankee state? Oh, my. Then and now.
- Our neighbors’ block party is always a big occasion. Living one street over, we’re always included.
- What’s it mean to be a LANDLOCKED SAILOR?
- How much of my “real life” has been COUNTER-CURRENT – that is, occurring apart from the time and labor that paid the bills?
The historic Park Street Church sits at the edge of Boston Common and just a few blocks from the Massachusetts State House. In addition to the long list of influential speakers who appeared in its pulpit, the wonderful composer George Whitefield Chadwick was organist here. He beat Dvorak to the punch at a New World symphony.