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Friday, August 18, 2017
Thursday, August 17, 2017 7:09 AM
As you already know, a total solar eclipse is coming August 21, 2017 — but not to your neighborhood if you live in Maine, as I do. Our turn to have a backyard total eclipse happened on July 20, 1963, when the moon cast its shadow . . .
  • As you may already know, I shy away from writing about political folderol. Perhaps it’s because I have been just as bewildered as you, staying up late and reading all I can, trying to make sense of the shenanigans playing out in our nation’s . . .
  • Still groggy at the breakfast table, I looked up from my coffee. There she was: too close for me to focus on and looking me straight in my good eye. I saw her lips move and then I heard the words “I got a hankering to go to the Pittston Fair.” . . .
  • Of course all of you know that Parents’ Day this year was observed on Sunday, July 23rd. How many of you received or sent cards? Uh huh. I thought so. That’s okay. The cards are pretty lame. They have clever sentimental sayings like . . .
  • If you remember, last week we addressed the importance of writing your own obituary. If you’re having trouble remembering, maybe it’s time to double down and get that autobituary written before you can’t remember other things . . .
  • One of the first things we do at the Association of Formerly Interesting Men’s annual conclave is to review obituaries that any members have written about themselves. We believe it is important to write your own obituary . . .
  • It’s that time of year when high school commencement and graduation celebrations are winding down and I reflect back on my own experience that bothers me to this day. As a freshman in high school I attended an . . .
  • Two weeks ago I expounded on the differences between city and rural driving after having spent ten days living in the heart and a little bit in the kidney of Portland, Maine. It’s a small city but 30 times bigger than the shire where I’ve spent . . .
  • Things are getting really draconian at my house. If I am caught upstairs in the bedroom with my pants and shoes, I will get three demerits. Depending how involved I have been in woods work, I may not be allowed upstairs wearing . . .
  • I’m not unfamiliar with big cities: I grew up in Detroit, spent time in Los Angeles, got cheated by a cab driver in Chicago, nearly bought a house in Seattle and spent years in Anchorage, which people don’t consider a big city because . . .
  • In the spirit of leaving no stone unturned, which is my habit after beating a dead horse, here is the last installment of my marathon three-part auction series where we will review some actual auctions for their notability, oddity . . .
  • Last week we looked at how easy it was to get a sub-prime loan during the house financing bubble just by having your wife raise her hand at an auction. This week let’s look at the premise of an auction where the assumptions of . . .
  • If you are married, like my wife tells me I am, you always learn new and surprising things about your spouse that keep things interesting. For example, I did not know my wife was enthralled by auctions. . . .
  • Occasionally I catch an up-close view at my computer keyboard and decide that it’s time for a cleaning. This usually happens when I wake up, head on my desk with my eyeballs just inches away from the . . .
  • As a member of society’s subset known as “guys,” it’s my civic duty to remind and warn all others in my group about this time of year when the daffodil bloom has peaked here in the northern states. . . .
  • Yes, it’s time to talk about the mystery of coffee again. It’s been a few years and many, many cups since Parts I and II were published. Over that time I have ingested enough caffeine to kill a horse and, still coasting . . .
  • My last attempt at explaining adhesives ended in a sticky mess. This time I will adhere to the subject at hand — and adhering almost anything to the hand is easy with what we call “superglue.” Commonly known as . . .
  • Recently I had an appointment at the clinic because Brian, my favorite nurse practitioner, needed to practice his cutting and sewing skills ... on me. As an excuse, he found a few suspicious “areas of interest” on . . .
  • Have you considered going to a play in recent decades? Would you get strange looks suddenly saying to your spouse, “Dear, I think tomorrow night we should dress up, go to an early dinner and then take in a play”? Enhancing the silence . . .
  • Occasionally people write to me about late payments, subpoenas and cease-and-desist orders, you know, normal correspondence that everyone gets, but sometimes I am sent a letter regarding one of my columns. Some columns draw . . .
  • Have you received a notice on your computer that the version of Windows you have is no longer supported? I know I have. I’ve been getting that notice for years and I know it’s true since my bedroom windows remind me every winter . . .
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