There is a racial incident from my past that has bothered me forever. Don’t worry, it’s not me showing up at a frat party in blackface, sorry to disappoint. I once wore orangeface when I played a pumpkin in a local theater production, but never blackface. No videos will surface, trust me. And I was … Continue reading I went to bed: My moment of near shame
Category: Tales
As the hockey season comes to a close in Boston, here’s a cool pond puck story from earlier this year:
INTRO: One chilly day decades ago, after playing hockey with sons Sean and Pat on the commonly-called Muck Hole in Leeds, we were followed through the woods by a young white fox, a pleasant enough critter, who seemed to be auditioning for pethood. We all three wanted to stroke its fur, to scratch its ears, … Continue reading As the hockey season comes to a close in Boston, here’s a cool pond puck story from earlier this year:
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
MEMOIR VERSUS NOVEL: CROSS MY HEART & HOPE TO DIE
That’s it. I demand a recall. I want my novel back. All copies should be sent to me with a self-addressed stamped envelope. Some changes need to be made.
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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
