Christmas on the thirsty river

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, alongside Ma’s slips and Grandad’s underwear……….. Merry Christmas, all. Here’s a re-peat that seems appropriate on such a day. 10/27/2009 - Daily Hampshire Gazette By Bob Flaherty NORTHAMPTON - When the ice breaks apart upriver, it storms down the Connecticut in a roaring tsunami of jagged … Continue reading Christmas on the thirsty river


We get into Wilmington at around noon. The snow has just about stopped. The train leaves you on an outdoor platform—and there the city is. Colder than hell. Everybody thinks we’re crazy to not take a cab or, saints deliver us, a BUS to the hotel, but I googled the thing, it’s like a mile, … Continue reading brrrrrr