This post was originally published on ricochet.com on May 26, 2018. There's an update for 2020, just below it. This old house once knew his children This old house once knew his wife This old house was home and comfort As they fought the storms of life Truth be told, it’s not so very old.… Continue reading Of This Old House. Of Mine.
I was lucky enough to view the pre-publication chapters of this book, and to be able to weigh in, in a very small way, on its final content. It's a very pleasing work of escapist fiction, written, in its entirety, by a friend (click image for link, and to order). Enjoy! And please keep an… Continue reading Please Consider This Book–Perhaps As a Christmas Present
Well, here we go. A post in which I fully expect to be excoriated as a “Pollyanna.” As a person who refuses to acknowledge the Truth. A disbeliever in the “science” of what we (Conservatives) face at this particular crossroads. A deluded fool. And some sort of wrong-headed political animal who has no right to… Continue reading Giving Thanks: I Will Not Be Moved
I originally published the following post on Ricochet, on November 4, 2016, five days before the election that put Donald Trump in the White House. It would have been my stepson Michael's forty-ninth birthday. Tomorrow, November 4, 2020, would have been birthday number fifty-three. Please don't wait to hug the people you love, and don't… Continue reading Gratitude: For Michael, And Why I’ll Still Be Here A Week From Now
I returned home late Saturday night from a new and wonderful experience--spending the Jewish Sabbath with a delightful family and friends who, until now, I'd known only online. My friends are shomer Shabbos, when means that they observe the Jewish commandments regarding the Sabbath, and they follow the rituals that govern it from nightfall on… Continue reading Good Shabbos, Good Slippers: From Warm Hearts to Warm Feet
https://youtu.be/OKxTxEKvlmo "Little Dickie Feller," as my mother's favorite Pittsburgh disc jockey of the early 1970s used to call him. (No, it wasn't KQV's Jim Quinn. Or even Quinn's replacement, when Quinn moved to the bigger market of Buffalo NY in 1972 or 73 and was replaced by a young feller (see what I did there)… Continue reading “Some Days are Diamonds, Some Days are Stone”
“The Third of October, 1851, brought perhaps the greatest marine disaster in [Prince Edward Island] history. The afternoon was warm and still…the sky heavily clouded. The north and north west had a lurid, glassy appearance about sunset. It was a Friday, perhaps the best remembered Friday in P.E.I. history. A violent gale and wind arose… Continue reading The Yankee Gale
Happy First Monday in September (AKA Labor Day) everyone! I hope, in this weird time, as we are about to enter our seventh month of “Fifteen Days to Slow the Spread,” that some of you will be enjoying times with family and friends, and perhaps even a picnic. (Don’t be put off by those who,… Continue reading Summer’s Lease is Almost Up!
Oh, I do love me a good seafood restaurant. Perhaps that’s because I’m a native of an island nation, no part of which is more than an hour or so away from the sea, so when Dad was home on leave from Nigeria, fish was always fresh, plentiful, and on the menu. Or perhaps it’s… Continue reading Emard Court: The Face That Launched a Million Memories
Into each life, some rain must fall. But not into ours. Our lives are where the garbage is delivered. — Jenny Ever have one of those days, weeks, months, years, decades, when it seems as though almost nothing is going right? When the odds seem stacked against you? When, no matter how much joy the… Continue reading Family Matters: On Life’s Vicissitudes