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Monday, February 19, 2018
Thursday, February 15, 2018 7:51 AM
Many of us have places in our houses that we regard with wariness. You can’t relax at home when you suspect an entire area of your house to be part of the nether world. Let’s take this problem head-on and look into “The Cellar” . . .
  • Wired magazine recently published an article titled “How to Design a Droid-Optimized Home.” The essay is a rundown of important design considerations for people who are about to build homes and want to accommodate the new robotic . . .
  • In case you haven’t noticed, people have radically different cooking styles. By people, I mean domestic partners, you know, husbands vs. wives, okay specifically, my wife and me. And, by cooking style, I’m not talking about Mexican . . .
  • It’s the dead of winter and becoming evident that people here in Maine aren’t much different from everyone else who lives in cold northern latitudes: we are all going nuts with Cabin Fever and the Winter Hinkies. We barely survived three . . .
  • Now that some of us have survived the worst wave of winter savagery, it’s a good time to bring up the subject of frozen pipes, while the details are still painful and before our minds transform the experience into a big, fun adventure story. . . .
  • Don’t you just love to make photographs? I know I do. Maybe it’s time to talk about photography just to get a few things straight and to see where our photographic skills fit into the big picture. Photography is so enjoyable because . . . 
  • I may have to cut back on hanging out with the older crowd. Things are getting bleak when you hear friends making New Year’s resolutions to “live another year.” That certainly is not my resolution but don’t get me wrong . . .
  • Wasn’t it New Year’s Day just about a month ago? No, wait. Let me see … oh yes, there was a presidential inauguration just after the last New Year’s Day and then a good many of us lost all track of time. It’s like a collective . . .
  • I know a thing or two — okay, a thing anyway — about Christmas trees, as during my coldest college days I worked on a tree farm for Old Mr. Knowles, the conflicted Ebenezer Scrooge of the Christmas tree industry. . . .
  • Once again Christmas looms and you just can’t imagine what to get the old man: the monolith father, husband or in-law from whom no hint of gift suggestions ever escapes. Let’s examine the traditional fallback position when . . .
  • Occasionally I walk into the kitchen and my wife throws a knife at me with a sharp comment that the knife is dull. The job of keeping knives sharp has fallen to me because I’m the one who gets a modicum of pleasure bringing a dull . . .
  • I’m sure most of you have already heard about this disturbing development and I am sorry if you have to relive your worst nightmare every time it’s brought up. Some people, however, have not yet received the news. These may be . . . .
  • When I was young and if memory serves me right, which is easily questionable as memory has been demonstrated to do everything but serve us right, all my family got together for every Thanksgiving. Without much effort we echoed the . . .
  • Thanksgiving will be upon us in short order and after a great deal of hand wringing, I’ve decided to go public with some very sensitive information with the hope that doing so will prevent the abduction of my across-the-street neighbor . . .
  • People often quietly ask me in church, especially during the homily, where the closest liquor outlet is located that’s open on Sunday — but that is not where I am going with this. Occasionally they instead ask where I get . . .
  • With the outdoor construction season drawing to a close for those of us who no longer dance on scaffolding in the ice and snow, it’s time to review our tool collection in the interest of making it more efficient, safe, or in some cases . . .
  • In the world of electrical equipment, fuses hold a special spiritual rank because they are known as “sacrificial devices,” designed to be obliterated in the event of a malfunction for the good of the remainder of the circuit, some other . . .
  • When I put my car in reverse after giving up on waiting to exit a parking lot, I managed to touch bumpers with a car that I failed to see come up from behind. Immediately I jumped out of my car, looked for any damage and profusely . . .
  • Folks, please, let’s stop singing “Happy Birthday” as if it were a funeral dirge. We’ve all heard the song “performed” countless times and the effect is overwhelmingly melancholy. You’ll find more cheerfulness in church on a rainy Sunday . . .
  • Occasionally I come down with an “adult” cold. These are serious kinds of colds as opposed to a kid’s cold. When the kids are infected, they generally go sailing through each day, bouncing off walls, noses dripping, freely distributing cold . . .
  • Reviewing my writing, I find a disproportional number of my sentences start with the word “it.” This is an embarrassing realization for a writer as it’s almost the same as discovering that you write no better than a 13-year-old who . . .
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