At the end of December I sent a letter to the Big Man. I was hoping for an answer but you know how it is — crickets. Maybe he has an anal retentive elf at the front desk who screens all the mail or the weight and stress finally led to a cardiac event orContinue reading “The “B” Word”
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Road Trip
We left on a Saturday morning, the traffic light and the clouds dark. My 17-year old daughter rode shot-gun with the snack bag standing ready and a few CDs she recently uncovered like artifacts from my past, Billy Joel, The Stranger and David Gray, White Ladder. We were leaving Rhode Island up 146 North toContinue reading “Road Trip”
In the Chair 