A category 1 hurricane is expected tonight and it is the first of the season. As it approaches, I work on memories. 1954. Hurricane Carol. I was 9 years old and watching its Category 3 fury whip the calm cove … Read the rest
The Olympics
My late brother and I had one thing in common growing up: we wanted to skate.
Day after winter day we’d go down to a cleared patch on the nearby pond (we had cleared it) and lace our skates to … Read the rest
At Play in the Waters of Childhood
He is 7 years old and playing on the beach of my childhood.
I no longer swim in the surf, unsure of myself in ways inconceivable fifty years ago, but the sight of my grand nephew at play in these … Read the rest