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Friday, September 21, 2018
Thursday, September 20, 2018 7:34 AM
Watching movies set in old England, it’s obvious the aristocracy lived the idyllic life. When they wanted something done, they had one of the servants get on it. It was a perfect arrangement except for the fatal flaw that the serving class . . .
  • I figure my memory is as good as it is today because of backyard baseball. In the very early ’60s my sister Barbara hit a high pop-up in our backyard. I moved under it for an easy catch and miscalculated the trajectory. The hardball grazed . . .
  • As I mentioned last week, the summer heat should remind us to get our firewood in order or, more to the point, to get our order in for firewood. Soon we will begin using our back decks as refrigerators, which is a bad time to be looking at a pile . . .
  • Blistering summer heat where I live in midcoast Maine starts around 85 degrees. Anything above that and you can expect some longtime Maine residents and their dogs to simply fall over dead. But it’s exactly this summer heat that serves as . . .
  • I have come to notice that my across-the-street neighbor, Mike Richardson, is an expert on feng shui. He talks about it all the time. He’s an expert because he knows how to pronounce it and he recognizes when it’s at play, a key ability . . .
  • It has come to my attention that our everyday language is overflowing with superlatives. Everything is awesome or the best, perfect, highest, lowest or ultimate. Unless you live in the advertising world, the real world is never like that. . . .
  • Sometimes the more you hear a word used, the more broad is the definition or the less clear is its meaning. So every so often I have to look up a word that is commonly used to get perspective. The other day I looked up “prejudice” . . .
  • Some time ago I acquired a new smartphone to replace my Star Trek–style flip phone. The ancient yet futuristic device had served me well since the Bush administration but it suddenly decided to walk off on its own to where phones . . .
  • I’m always asking my wife, when on the web, not to click on any links that are obviously trying to pull your attention into their site. But who wouldn’t click on a link that promised to identify the most beneficial bug we have living in our houses . . .
  • Do you hear that? Listen carefully. That low-frequency rumble … that’s the sound of zucchini growing in your neighborhood. And it might be coming to get you. Many people have vegetable gardens where I live, and one thing the gardeners have . . .
  • To most people, rags are just that: a piece of waste cloth that can be used to wipe up a spill. Some people have little respect for rags. That’s not how it is in my house. A lot of people will not understand what I am talking about here. . . .
  • Certainly I am not the first person to recognize that there is essentially a curse associated with the blessing of being handy. Handy implies having a broad array of skills which can address common problems. You can be skilled at electronics or . . .
  • It turns out that the Fourth of July really falls on July 2nd, but, just like Christmas, it’s too late to re-educate everyone and change all the calendars, banners and songs. As important events recede in time, it is difficult to get . . .
  • Once again I have to revisit this matter about nighttime leg cramps mostly because my legs keep reminding me that it’s still an issue. Since I last mentioned it we have made great progress detecting gravitational waves and finding . . .
  • Now that the dog is gone and my wife and I have accepted our “empty nest” situation, it appears that the vacuum has caused a disturbance in nature and as a result we have suddenly “acquired” a chicken. We were simply eating breakfast on . . .
  • It’s been more than a year since I picked up my dog and loaded him into the back of my wife’s car who took him to “the farm” to ostensibly live out his days. “Ostensibly” is a great word because it means “apparently or purportedly . . .
  • Warm weather is upon us and construction season is in full swing. Construction season is defined as that period of the year when you can’t find a contractor or tradesman for love or money. Okay money — for sure, as I haven’t . . .
  • Do you like black pepper? I know I do. So does my wife. I started this love affair with pepper in college when I discovered that a healthy dose of pepper could retroactively extend the expiration date of hamburger well into the next semester. . . .
  • Biking season is finally back and, no, it’s not the same as “open season” on bicyclists where you take a bead on a roadside cyclist to see if you can clip their elbow with your passenger-side rear view mirror. . . .
  • This was supposed to be a column about how the universe functions at its tiniest level because that’s what I’ve been reading about for quite some time. However, for all my effort the only thing I have learned that I know to be true is that . . .
  • We were sitting around the dinner table when my wife got a notice on her new smartphone. It was apparently from some nice robot at Google who was just on idle with nothing better to do and so it assembled a collection of photographs . . .
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