[My respect for Bruce Springsteen has only grown with age. He's proof that you can be both a rock 'n roller and an adult. I also appreciate how effectively he gets under the skin of the current resident at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. SB SM] https://www.bostonglobe.com/2026/05/24/opinion/bruce-springsteen-new-tour Some fans are surprised by this version of Bruce Springsteen.... Continue Reading →
Scarborough Fair Dressing … to Stuff, or not to Stuff? … that is the question.
[First of all ... is it "stuffing" or "dressing?" I maintain the former, reasoning that it is intended to be "stuffed" inside the bird, absorbing all wonderful drippings and juices that transform stale bread into the tapestry of flavor and richness that make this day so special. Silverbelle Sandy, however, says she read on the... Continue Reading →
Turkey Tunes
[By way of The Amplifier, by way of the New York Times, by way of Lindsay, by way of SB Bill (Hinesburg SBs). Happy Thanksgiving to every ape in The Jungle! Oo-oo!! SB SM] Dear listeners, Thanksgiving is nearly upon us, so today’s playlist is all about gratitude, family, and … food. Heaps and heaps... Continue Reading →
Remem-boring
[I am celebrating Thanksgiving in Portland, OR with Silverbelle Sandy, my adult grandchildred (28 and 25), my step-son (not son of Step) and his new wife (They were married in May), and her family, whom I've not met. It's West Coast wet and cloudy with some roses still in bloom, but the leaves on the... Continue Reading →
Remem-boring Thanksgiving
[These memories date from the 1950s. SB SM] What do you remember of Thanksgivings of yore? I remember it, above all else, as being the most boring day of the year. Here's why: There are no other kids to play with. Everyone else has gone over the river and through the woods to their grandmother's... Continue Reading →
‘Best of the ‘Gest … Thanksgiving
Remem-boring Thanksgiving in the Fifties [These memories date from the 1950s. SB SM] What do you remember of Thanksgivings of yore? I remember it, above all else, as being the most boring day of the year. Here's why: There are no other kids to play with. Everyone else has gone over the river and through... Continue Reading →