Curations from the Human Jungle
Me & Lefty, or “Here’s How You Throw a Curve.” The cottage at Post Island, soon after my grandfather finished building it Rita and Charlie During summers at Post Island I ran around obliviously, being a kid. My parents lived in a parallel world of grown-ups. They were best friends with Rita and Charlie Johnson... Continue Reading →
Post Island is a community that is part of the city of Quincy, Massachusetts, 8 miles south of downtown Boston. This is probably what it looked like in 1850 or so when it was still part of the John Quincy Adams estate. Eventually, the land was carved into tiny quarter-acre parcels that were sold to... Continue Reading →
My Mama must have loved me. That’s the only explanation. I have no writing talent, but I’ve written a bunch of books. I have no music talent, but as long as I adhere to the mantra of “loud, fast, the get-the-hell off the stage,” I can fool some of the people. I’m not an intellectual,... Continue Reading →
[My kids gave me a membership, or subscription or whatever, to Storyworth.com as a birthday present. It's an Internet-based program designed to facilitate writing a personal memoir, with the goal being a handsome, printed volume that will set you back about a C-note. Assuming that no one in their right mind will pay that for... Continue Reading →